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My soft, heavy belly keeps me company but I think it deserves some extra attention 👀💕

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"Oh my god lil bro, it's so nice here! But not as nice as you and your big cawk~"

She was always so self conscious, worried her boobs weren't big enough to get attention with. That's where her brother came in and found some supplements online to help her get curvier and hotter. He didn't ask her to take them, he just mixed it into her food, her makeup, her shower products as he upped the dosage more and more. Not only was her bust expanding, her waistline was slimming down, her ass was getting bigger and her thighs getting thicker. "It's like puberty finally hit me~!" She said so happily to her brother, making him get so hard. Again he began to up her dosage, frying her brain more and more while her body was getting massively curvy, bouncy and fuckable. It was only a few weeks and she seemed like a totally different person, an extremely sexual version at that. "Ooohh my boobies tingle again lil bro~ You give massage and i give you so fun as well~? Mommy and daddy aren't home~" He was just feeding it to her now, she didn't think any of it as she didn't think anymore period. Hearing her body creak and swell bigger while her soft moans echoed in the room, he knew she wasn't nearly done. It was just the start.

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SnackPackz x Hyper Gene: "I Need to See the Doctor"

Bloomverse Timeline: August 20th, 2025

It had been a week since the first SnackPackz.

Seven days, and unlike the others who plateaued after their first rush of softness, her growth hadn’t stopped. It hadn’t even slowed in the way she’d hoped. Every morning she woke bigger — heavier, taller, thicker. The scale had stopped mattering days ago. Mirrors no longer reflected her whole form at once.

Now, on Wednesday morning, she stood close to eight feet tall.

Her body had become a monument of flesh — breasts that sloped like great swells of cream, hips jutting wide enough to scrape doorframes, a belly round and heavy enough that she felt it settle into her lap when she sat. Even walking across the living room was dangerous: the floor groaned, couch frames bent, and she had long since given up on clothes.

Her husband hugged her as best he could that morning, wrapping his arms around her middle. His head barely reached the underside of her breast now. He sank into her, swallowed by her size. She loved it — the feeling of his smallness against her, the reminder that her body was too much for him to ever control.

And yet, her chest tightened with memory.

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Flashback: Monday Night (7’6”)

By Monday, she had been 7’6”. That night, desire had overcome fear.

They had wanted each other badly, the tension of her swelling body gnawing at them both. She had kissed him hungrily, lowering her immense breasts over his chest, nearly smothering him as he groaned beneath the weight.

“God, you’re huge,” he panted, staring up at her.

“You like it,” she whispered back, a dark blush rising on her cheeks.

She had straddled him at first, lowering her hips — and the bed screamed. Her weight crushed down, her thighs engulfing his sides until he gasped in pain. Horror shot through her. She pulled back instantly.

“No— I’ll break you,” she cried, panic bubbling up.

But his eyes were wild with need. “Then don’t stop. Just— not like that.”

It was his idea.

Moments later she was down on all fours on the bedroom carpet, her enormous breasts swaying like pendulums beneath her, belly hanging soft and heavy. Her ass — impossibly wide, fattened to obscene size — pointed back at him.

He took her from behind, pounding desperately, his hands sinking into her massive hips. For him, it was like mounting a mountain of flesh, each thrust swallowed by the sheer weight of her body. Her moans filled the room, guttural and unrestrained, every slap of his hips against her overflowing ass like thunder.

“Harder!” she begged, her hands clawing into the carpet, her breasts dragging against the floor. “I can’t even feel you— I’m too big!”

He tried, god he tried, his body straining to keep pace with her enormity. But the realization came, sharp and terrifying — he was too small. Her body was dangerous. Her weight could end him.

When he faltered, she turned her head, eyes glassy with both lust and fear. “Stop. Please. I’ll hurt you.”

And for the first time, they did stop. He collapsed against her back, kissing her sweat-slick skin, whispering, “I still want you. All of you.”

She trembled, biting back tears, still wet, still aching, still unfulfilled.

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Wednesday: Conflict

That night had stayed with her. Now, on Wednesday, every creak of the house reminded her of it. She loved her size — the hugeness, the weight, the way her husband disappeared against her softness. But beneath the thrill, fear gnawed: she wasn’t stopping. She wasn’t supposed to keep growing.

“Baby,” she said softly as he kissed her belly, “we need to see a doctor.”

His eyes lifted to hers, worried.

“I love this, I really do,” she admitted, tears stinging. “But I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

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Doctor’s Office

The gown clung obscenely to her chest, seams already threatening to give. The chair bent beneath her mass, her thighs spilling wide. Nurses scribbled notes with nervous hands. The doctor kept his voice calm, but his eyes betrayed him — flicking constantly to her breasts, her belly, the way her flesh seemed to consume the entire exam room.

She confessed quietly, cheeks hot. “We can’t be intimate anymore. I’m… too much. Too heavy. He could get hurt.”

“Do you still want intimacy?” the doctor asked carefully.

Her thighs squeezed together, a shiver rolling through her. “God, yes. My body feels like it’s bursting with need. I crave it. But I can’t risk crushing him.”

The doctor swallowed, writing notes.

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Closing

The exam room was silent after she stood, the air thick with the creaks of the floor beneath her. Her gown stretched tight across her chest, the paper crinkling where it tried to cover her belly. Nurses whispered, unsure whether to treat her as a patient or a phenomenon.

The doctor adjusted his glasses, voice low and careful.

“You’re… beyond what we can handle here. This is no longer a matter for a general practitioner.”

Her brows knit together. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he said, taking a long breath, “we need to get you to the Bloom Wellness facility. Immediately.”

Her heart thudded in her chest. “Bloom Wellness…?”

“They’re the only ones studying SnackPackz and its… side effects,” he continued, scribbling furiously on her chart. “What you’re experiencing isn’t typical. We’ve seen growth, yes, but this—” His eyes flicked up to her towering form, the gown that barely clung to her breasts, the sheer mass of her hips. “This is something else. The Hyper Gene, most likely. And it hasn’t plateaued.”

Her husband stepped closer, slipping a hand against her thigh — as high as he could reach standing. “So they can stop it?”

The doctor’s silence stretched too long. Finally, he said, “We hope they can. If not stop it, then at least slow it. Study it. But you need to be under their observation, not here where every chair groans under you and every step threatens the floor.”

She swallowed hard, a rush of conflicting emotions rising. Fear, relief, arousal. The thought of being studied, handled, measured by strangers — of having her size acknowledged not as a problem but as something worth documenting — sent a shiver up her spine.

Her lips parted. “So… I’d have to live there?”

“For now, yes,” the doctor admitted. “Your condition is… extraordinary.”

She glanced at her husband, who looked small, breakable, human beside her enormity. She thought of Monday, of the way she had needed to drop onto all fours just to keep from crushing him, of how even then her body had nearly swallowed him whole.

Her heart pounded. Terrified of what was coming. Thrilled that she was still growing.

She whispered, almost to herself: “I don’t think I want it to stop…”

The doctor froze, pen hovering above the chart.

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Twins

You felt bad, sure, but your twin step sisters had been harassing you all summer. Constantly making fun of you for staying inside working on your “science project”, and being an overall nerd. They didn’t understand you were on the cusp of breaking through on your new wonder drug, that every second you spent tediously tweaking your recipe instead of basking in the sun you were taking steps closer to perfecting it. Designed as the ultimate aphrodisiac and body sculpting enhancer, you had crafted the cocktail to morph and improve someone's physic into that of their idealized perfection. So, when the idea of human test subjects arose you decided it wouldn’t hurt to get a little bit of revenge. 

Acting reluctant, you finally agreed to go to the beach with your two step sisters. They cheered as they prodded you into buying a few drinks for them on your own dime as they whisked you off to the beach. Deftly you poured the perfected concoction into the twins drink and smiled as the two of them posed for pictures, and made you take endless shots as they teased you, and flirted with every man they saw on the beach. You just smiled and watched the two blondes as they soaked up the sun and attention. They had always been mischievous and flirtatious with boys, and a bit narcissistic. Pert heart shaped asses and dirty blonde hair, and a penchant to constantly copy each other lead to a ridiculous amount of stares from passersby. You just merely chuckled to yourself as you slowly watched their attitudes begin to become more bubbly, their bodies beginning to bounce ever so slightly more with each passing minute. You had done all your calculations, been thorough, and you were sure within a few hours the changes would be complete. Sitting back and watching your two step sisters slowly transforming into their deepest desires was incredibly arousing. The power trip was not lost on you, and you knew before long you would be witnessing the creation of two sexed up bombshells, but how would they turn? Your cock twitching with every shot they demanded you took, as they bent over and stuck out their tongues are the camera. Hanging out by the water you watched as they sprawled out in front of you, soaking in the sun never noticing their bikinis becoming a little tighter, their tiny swimsuits shrinking on their hips. The way they kept looking at each other, the way they looked at you. 

Grinning like two predators looking at future prey, you merely smiled, letting your hand slowly stroke your cock right to their eager faces. You suggest that you all head home and get cleaned up, slowly rising from your sandy spot, never letting your eyes break contact. The twins merely stared as you rose, cock stark against the wet swim trunks, their tongues tracing their lips in perfect synchronicity. Groaning you drive the whole way home rock hard as your step sisters, now nearly bursting out of their micro bikinis, couldn’t stop making out in the back seat. Barely able to keep your eyes on the road, as you watch the two exploring curves they never had before, watching as one twin twirls her fingers around the other's erect nipple. Some part of you feels wrong, that you have fundamentally changed your step sisters, but as one of their hands slithers up around your cock from the back seat, and then a second, stroking you in tandem willing your cock to pump precum all over your seat, you decided that there is no going back. Nearly exploding from the dream handjob of your life driving home, watching them moan and furiously make out in the back seat, you pull into the drive, ready to spin around and fuck your step sisters right there in the car. Within a flash you are stunned to see two naked bouncing asses run from the car and dart into your home, giggling the whole way, and leaving all their clothes in the walkway. 

You come running in the house behind them, erection bouncing all over in your eagerness. You hear them closing their door to their shared room as you come spinning around the hall. Groaning and panting you are left standing outside their door, pumping away at your cock needing to get off. You hear them making out in their bathroom, passionate kissing, with a plethora of soft whispers. You can’t help it, it's all too much, as you explode all over their doorway, only to hear moaning increase on the other side. Within hours, your step sisters had gone from annoying flirts to straight up sexy sluts. You could feel their need on the other side of the door. In a fit of desperate, ignorance, and need you ran back to your room to gamble on ingesting your own concoction. Barely aware of your thoughts, or the consequences. 

The twins had never felt so in sync before. Bodies melding into perfect copies of each other, progressively becoming sexier, smoother contours,  and above all else, incredibly aroused. They had kissed multiple times before, always as a secret, never to be talked about, but now, it felt as if they couldn’t stop kissing. With each glance, or bat of their eye lashes the twins settled deeper into their passion.  They could sense they were changing, sensed that this had always been fantasy, now it was ecstasy they could taste. It felt so good. Every cup size, every time the thong tightened up on their slowly expanding behinds, the way the blonde was growing more and more platinum. The moment they got to be alone they knew they needed each other. They would get to the step brother soon, they knew that he had such a perfect cock for them, but first they needed each other. Hands began to explore and caress each other's florioushing bodies, finger tips tracing the thickening curves; getting tangled up in the perfect curl of their lengthening hair. Tumbling to the floor the two of them got lost in the discovery of all the taboo they had secretly longed for, the need of connection of feeling themselves intertwined. As if it was always natural the twins began to let their tongues dance across one another, spooning into each other's thighs as their tongues began to trace their way around each other's soaking wet cunt. Feeling the folds spread apart as the tips of their tongues danced across each other's clits, pulling forth little lightning bolts of pleasure. Unaware in their bliss of the growing changes. Both womens bodies swelling outward, tits burgeoning through the alphabet hitting some where in the DD’s and moving up, backsides bubbling slowly out till each sister had more than a handful to grip as they grew desperate in their needs. Still growing as they each reached climax together, their tongues working through more and more soaking wet pussy as their body enhancement transformation lightened their hair and bronzed their skin. The moaning and screaming crescendoed into a howl as the two women collapsed upon themselves, spent and lazy, they tumbled into a slumber wrapped up in the arms of one another. A tangle of blonde hair and sex the two women lazily kissing each other as they drift for a short while in bliss. 

You had swallowed the concoction and were already starting to regret it and feel it. You had tried to calm down since the moment of haste. You were sure your step sister will be fine while you figure out your next steps before you begin to fully transform. Stroking your cock seemed to help you calm down as you kept switching between throwing up, and letting it all play out. You had the house to yourself and no one would know of anything for a long time. As you ejaculated another massive load from your cock (the third in the last 10 minutes of pondering), you scratched your thickening stubble on your face. Groaning you felt your thickening cock lurch back to life mere moments after your last load. Shrugging you hefted your meat log into your hands and went back to wondering what you should do knowing that your cock was certainly most important right now. Maybe you should go ask your step sisters what you should do? That seemed like a good idea, and somehow it came back to you that you had drunk the potion because of your step sisters. Why was that? Huh it was surely getting harder to think while your cock was so hard. You had decided that two hands would make this process easier as you had far too much cock for one hand now. You began trudging your way back through the house to your sister's room. Surely they would be able to tell you why you had taken the potion. 

Walking up to your sister's room you realized you had been gone a little while, your cock was leaking everywhere at this point, and you were in a constant state of either leaking pre-cum or ejaculating monster loads across everything. You had swelled in size and the door to the girls room was smaller than you remembered it was when you came across it ajar. Pushing in, your cock leading a good foot in front of you as you fumbled into the room. You came across what you assumed was your step sisters. 

You could see that they were still your step sisters, not that they looked the same at all. They had the same eyes, and even smiled in the same way. But, that smiling wasn’t affection, the two of them starred you up and down, the mountain of muscle slowly being packed on by the potion. As they came back up from their stare, they focused on the pulsing head of your massive cock. At that very moment a huge glob of cum glistened from your head. The twins softly and deftly positioned themselves in tandem at the base of your cock. Looking over to each other, they began to make out around your throbbing cock. Gasping in pleasure you were dimly aware, this was somehow a plan, or fantasy, or desire of yours. But all you could focus on for more than a few seconds was how incredible it felt to feel each womans plumped up lips wrapped around your throbbing erection. Their bodies melded around your legs as they worshiped every inch of your slab of meat. Four hands, two lips and occasionally all four tits was barely enough to cover your still pulsing cock. It felt like a fire was building in your balls, as you pressed the two ladies together around your cock and used all of them as fleshlights to get yourself off. You could feel your muscles swelling in your arms as you effortlessly fucked the pair of women pressed together. A sloppy mess of sex juices, cum, saliva and sweat coated you all as your first eruption ripped from you. The twins practically showered in the torrent of cum. You were a fountain exploding across two willing sluts. Each woman let the spray splash over their tits as they lapped upwards and mewed into the eruption. They were erotic splayed before you, coated in your massive load. Your cock never flagged as the two women began to make out with each other drinking in the intoxication semen. You looked down at their bubbled out bodies and new you were going to have a very different life now. 

Over the next few days the changes slowed down. Both girls became sexed up bimbo dolls, with inflated lips, platinum blonde hair, perfect cunts, long tongues, and gigantic tits. You had swelled up into a himbo meat slab, significantly more cock than brains and without much way of remembering how to make the concoction. But you still had a few vials left, and were considering what to do with them as you gazed at your twin sisters,  giving you puppy dog eyes and starring at your throbbing cock. It hadn’t gone down in days, and was still going strong as the two women were endless in their needs. You groaned, standing up and plucking both girls off the ground to head back to the bedroom. Your giant frame easily dwarfing the two giggling bimbos. They cheered together as you threw them to the bed and began to play Eeny, meeny, miny, moe to pick which one you would spear upon your cock first. 

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The sun was shining. Waves lapped at the sand. Wind wafted gently through the trees and a few birds circled noisily overhead. By all accounts, it was a perfect day at the beach, a perfect day for a swim. Adriana had certainly thought so. She slipped on her bathing suit, tight over her already generous chest, and made her way down to the shore. She flashed her friend a smile, posing as she often did with a pair of peace signs, and dove into the water. It was crisp and clear, cool and bracing. Perfect weather, perfect water, perfect day. Adriana didn't know it at the time, but that would be the last day her bust allowed her to get down to the beach, let alone swim.

In hindsight, she should have had some inkling that this future was already in motion. At the time, she simply chalked up the tightness of her swimsuit, the way her boobs bulged over her top, to bloating or the fact that she hadn't worn the outfit in a while. Both of those things were true, in a sense, but the root of it was that Adriana's boobs had started growing again and, this time, they wouldn't stop.

The growing inadequacy of that bikini top was disguised somewhat by the chance of the seasons. The days got shorter and the temperature dropped. Adriana didn't have a reason to wear it. But her boobs kept growing. Within a few months, the growth became impossible to ignore. Whatever bloating wasn't going away. They only grew. While her old bras put up a valiant fight, even through rips and tears, they couldn't overcome the broken clasps. Adriana was amazed and slightly worried when she was finally measured, forced to come to terms with just how much she had grown over the last few months. Her cup size had nearly doubled, a change made even more worrisome by the fact that the biggest bra sold at the specialty boutique was only two sizes bigger than her new measurements. Within a few more weeks, she would outgrow those, too.

Adriana did everything she could to manage her growing bust. She doubled, sometimes tripled up on sports bra, even though it made her bulge obscenely through every gap her tits could find. The winter months afforded her the flexibility to sweatshirts and heavy jackets, but even those could only contain so much, not to mention that they tended to round out her figure, making her look pregnant or fat instead of merely insanely busty. As it became harder to keep them covered and under control, Adriana began to abandon the outside world. Why go through all that trouble of bringing her ever-growing bust under control just to brave the harsh winter? At least at home, she knew how to navigate. Entering a room one tit at a time so she didn't brush against the doorframes was now a practiced and smooth process. And with how much her boobs covered her body, swallowing up her torso and racing for her lap, she barely needed blankets.

The other thing that kept her home was her increased sensitivity. Adriana had never been an extremely sexual person; if she wasn't dating someone, an orgasm once every other week was more than enough to keep her satisfied. Her gigantic tits changed all of that. Pleasure that she has never imagined coursed through her body at just the slightest touch. Showers turned into hours-long affairs, rubbing and squeezing and kneading her massive tits, her moans echoing off the tile walls. For most people, cold showers would dampen their arousal, but Adriana's stiff and aching nipples were more powerful than that. It didn't take long for Adriana to become hopelessly addicted to the kind of satisfaction that her boobs could give her. By the time the winter cold melted away, her obsession with her own tits had supplanted every other hobby, every other desire. The last moment of hesitation came when hovering over the "buy now" button, but getting a strap-on to fuck her own tits with was the best (and worst) decision she had ever made.

After a year of growth, a year of pleasure, a year of degeneracy in the purest sense of the word, Adriana had been left a shell of her former self. The notification on her phone - Taken one year ago, today! - gave her a subtle twinge of sadness, a brief mourning of the life she lost. It didn't last long, however, as her pleasure-corrupted mind started to churn out fantasies. She'd never make it to the beach again, this she knew, but it was fun to imagine herself overwhelming a bikini, showing off her obscene curves to anyone and everyone around her. Her eyes rolled back and a moan shuddered out of her; maybe she could get someone to help her apply sunscreen...

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"Really? You're going to tell me that you have nothing to do with these? Hey, eyes up here. Look me square in the eyes and tell me, point blank, that you didn't do something to make my boobs bigger. Hm? You can't? Yeah, that's what I fucking thought! God, you fucking creep! I happened to like my b-cups! I thought they were the perfect size for my frame, and now look at me! God, I'm like a fucking cow! This tube top was the only thing that fit me and even still I'm fucking bursting out of it! I- No, as a matter of fact... Knowing that you find it sexy when they're jiggling around does not make me feel better! And, I'm sure, genius that you are, you were careful with the dosage of whatever you gave me so that I wouldn't balloon up into being some absurd caricature of human sexuality. Right? I'm sure you were very careful with your genie wish or whatever the fuck to make sure I'd end up just being big and not, oh, I don't know, growing forever until I'm more boob than woman, right? ...jesus fucking christ... Okay, deep breaths. It'll be okay. There are plenty of busty women. I'll just be one of them. Maybe even the biggest. That won't be so bad. Might even be good. Just as long as I'm not an actual cow. I mean, as long as they're not making milk. Oh, come the fuck on!"

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No matter how much she squirmed, Nia simply couldn't find a comfortable position on her stool. She didn't think too much about it, most of her attention focused on shoveling her fifth burger into her mouth, but some part of her brain realized that the stool wasn't as comfortable as it had been an hour ago. Of course, an hour ago, her ass hadn't been two and a half times the width of her shoulders, either, but the ravenous aching in her stomach kept her from noticing that, either. The smacking of her lips as she ripped off another chunk of burger, juices and condiments dripping down her chin, downed out the sound of her once-loose sweatpants audibly straining to hold back the growing tide of her gargantuan, jiggling ass. Between bites, she'd reach behind her and pull the seam out from where it has gotten wedged between her cheeks, but then she'd go right back to chewing.

These burgers were phenomenal. She had walked by this place a dozen times in the way to the gym, but this was the first time she had ever entered. Every bite of burger, every greasy fry came with the accompanying mantra it's a cheat day, it's a cheat day, it's a cheat day. But she couldn't stop herself l. From the first bite, it was an instant addiction, and while her ass was continuously inflating, her stomach was never any closer to feeling full. She simply ate and ate and ate, blissfully unaware that every extra calorie and carb went straight to her expanding backside. If she kept to this level of gluttony, she'd have to turn sideways just to fit out the front door.

Nia's eyes fluttered as she pushed the last bite of burger between her lips. Bliss quickly faded to panic, however, when her gaze reached in her plate and found it completely empty. She turned left and right, the motion making her rear slosh underneath her, until she finally leaves down the attention of a passing waiter. "Could I get another one, please? A Number Two, extra bacon and extra sauce? Actually, better make it two Numbers Twos. You know what, just keep 'em coming. I'll let you know when to stop."

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Brooklyn's Bargain - Part 3

"Oh, that must be Stacy!" Brook squealed as she returned.

With a platter of fruit held high above her head, which only reached halfway up the door, she rounded the corner. Her bimbo body had shrunk even more, but retained the same gigantic round tits that were now bobbing only a foot off the ground. The busty living Bratz doll had, until earlier, been a normal-sized woman who berated you for not following the chore chart. Now, she wouldn't look out of place in an erotic world record book. Brooklyn's pristine, plastic-looking makeup turned impatient when she took in her growing friend on the floor.

"Luna dear, my brilliant Luna, I love you, but your fat ass is blocking my way! Stacy's at the door!"

It was true, since Luna had collapsed to the floor, whimpering between low moans, she had totally outgrown the white and black frilled dress. You had watched, glued to the couch, struggling not to spontaneously cum, as Brook's friend stretched her expanding body across the length of the room. The already taller woman had gradually grown to what you guessed was eight or nine feet tall. Luna's large breasts seemed to not have grown and instead looked more like C-cups on her huge frame. She was no longer skinny but severely pear shaped with long plump legs and an armchair-sized ass that cordoned off Brooklyn from the front door like a plush wall. You watched as the tiny one impatiently hurdled over her friend's squirming, log-sized neck.

Although your eyes were peeled to the aching sight of Luna as she was wracked with aftershocks, they wandered over to Brook standing backwards to the door, since her tits wouldn't let her reach over them. She was blindly reaching up for the door handle. It swung open immediately as she turned it, momentarily throwing the little woman back. You watched Brook rebound like a ball, looking up with yassified glee at the second of her three friends she'd invited to this nightmarish transformation party.

"Stacy! Yay! Yay! Yay!" She cried, bouncing her wobbling breasts in the trailing drapes she wore.

Stacy's eyes lit up with excitement as she saw Brook struggling to balance the heavy platter. "Here, let me help you with that," the cute blonde said, rushing in with arms outstretched.

Stacy took the platter from Brook's small hands and set it down on the table, then turned back to the host. "Okay, but you're like... so adorable now! I can't believe this shit." she said with complete sincerity, bending down to get a better look at Brook's tiny form.

"And, Luna, you're huge!" She went on, looking back and forth between them. "You're both so… different now."

Brooklyn smiled proudly, clearly enjoying her new size. "I know, it's crazy! I feel so powerful." She ran her hands over the massive tits on her shrunken frame.

Luna had calmed herself and was now looking shy as she maneuvered her huge, bottom-heavy body. You were watching in a disgraceful looking bliss, unabashedly erect and staring at the scene around you. At one point you made eye contact as the giant woman was trying to turn around and sit without knocking over a light fixture. Luna's eyes were merciful. Stacy saw the interaction and politely turned to the side, nudging Brooklyn. You heard mumbling.

Brook turned her head to you, a sly grin spreading across her lips. "I think he is." She then whispered something up to Stacy's ear, causing the round-faced woman to blush.

Then, they rushed up the stairs, leaving you alone with Luna. You gazed at her colossal figure once again. Her dress was in tatters across her exposed body, her huge ass filling a corner of the living room, each cheek the size of a small bean bag chair. Luna seemed to be inspecting her hands, palms bigger than baseball gloves.

Her big lips parted. "I'm sorry if this is freaking you out. Brook said it would be worth the trouble though."

You swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in your stomach. She smiled weakly, her cheeks flushing pink. You couldn't help but think about how her half a ton of ass would feel under your little hands, how it would jiggle as you squeezed it. But, you fought those thoughts back down, taking deep breaths to calm yourself. You recognized Brooklyn's muffled voice follow by a flurry of giggles. Suddenly, there was another loud moan that echoed through the house, causing you and Luna to look up in surprise.

You asked: "What exactly are they doing up there? What did she do to you?"

She could only reach a long finger to her plush lips. The sounds continued, becoming urgent and louder. There were occasional concerning gasps and screams, which admittedly helped you not cum.

"No, you crazy bitch! I've not wearing this!" Rang out clearly and you and Luna turned to each other in acknowledgement.

You heard footsteps from above, what sounded like a scuffle, and then the sound of Brooklyn's voice, calling out you from the top of the stairs. "Hey! Come see this!"

When you reached the stairs, you were shocked to see Stacy in a beautiful wedding-dress-looking, nightie with a maternity-style cut. It looked lit it perfect fit her. Tracy's belly was huge, making it look like near the end of pregnancy.

Little Brooklyn stood next to her, beaming with pride. "Isn't she stunning?!"

Stacy struggled to descend the stairs, her belly bouncing and swaying with each movement. She was trying her best to balance, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as the second wave of growth hit her like it had Luna. The white dress split along the front, revealing her distended, growing stomach. As she walked, it jiggled like a water balloon. Her chest was swelling too, spilling over the sides of the nightie.

Brooklyn walked beside her, making her fattened friend she didn't fall. "Just a little further, sweetie. You're doing great."

"I… I can barely move." Tracy huffed, her softening body wobbling as she spoke. "Everything feels so heavy. I don't know about this..."

Brooklyn patted her love handles lovingly. "Just relax and enjoy it."

You couldn't help but unabashedly gawk at the sight of Stacy's glow, your jaw hanging loose as she finally reached the bottom and leaned against the wall for support. She looked absolutely gravid and fertile, like she was about to burst any second. You stood up straight, towering over Brook the brat with a serious expression.

"This is insane! What did you do? And what did you give to Luna?" You demanded.

Brooklyn put her doll-hands up defensively. "Hey, hey! Calm down. We made a deal!"

You crossed your arms, waiting for her to continue. Brooklyn pet your stone expression with a nonplussed one, and giggled as she patted Stacy's swollen belly.

She spoke in a high-pitched tone: "Don't worry, silly, it'll all make sense soon enough. Jeez, you can't go a second without knowing everything! I'll tell you all about when our fourth friend gets here if you want to be a spoil-sport about it."

Her expression turned mischievous. "Oh, and by the way, it's not even close to midnight yet. So, I'm being nice, okay?"

You raised an eyebrow at her statement, wondering what else she had planned. Luna and Stacy were starting to look pretty worried too, but the enlarged women stayed quiet, trusting Brooklyn's words...

[deliciousthingtimemachine]

"Oh, no, don't give me that look. I know you enjoyed it just as much as I did! God, the look on our waiter's face when, every time he came by the table, my ass lifted me up just a little bit higher. I hope you tipped him well; the kind of self-restraint not to say uh, ma'am, your rear end seems to be inflating is nothing short of a miracle. But now dinner is over and we're out here on this balcony in the cool night air. I've got this ass that's bigger than four women put together and I'm one deep squat away from ripping these latex shorts apart. God, it's so fucking tight, baby. The way it slips between my cheeks is just... fuck. Tell you what, stud. How about you and I have a little race? You drive home and I start growing again and we'll see if we can get home before I absolutely destroy these shorts. I don't think it'll really matter who wins the race, does it? The only thing that'll really make a difference is whether I can still fit through the front door and, even then, the idea of getting stuck? Mmf. Don't keep me waiting, big guy. Let's go."