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A Little Roleplay

Contains breast expansion, ass expansion, and giantess growth

I locked my front door with a sigh of relief. This was possibly the longest work week of my life, and now it was finally over. Exhausted, I shuffled into my living room, tossing my backpack on the couch and flopping down right next to it.

I sat there, bathing in my relaxation, before I realized something was wrong. Right around now my wife usually would swoop in with a cold beer and ask about my day. She had the uncanny ability to make me forget about all of the stress I’d been balling up inside.

I shrugged. She must have gone to bed early. I might as well grab a beer myself.

I groaned coming up off the couch and made my way to the kitchen. As I turned to the fridge I noticed a folded up piece of paper taped to the handle, signed “Alice” in flawless cursive on the outside. I stared quizzically at my wife’s handwriting and unfolded the paper.

“Dear Daniel,

I know it’s been hard lately at work, and I want to make you feel better. I wanted to treat you to something special.

I saw your search history. I know about everything you’ve been jerking off to, and frankly I totally get it. It’s hot. I actually got off to it a couple times myself. So I thought we’d try a bit of roleplay. For the rest of the night, you belong to me. Meet me in the bedroom. Don’t keep me waiting little man.

With love,

Alice”

My hands were shaking as I set down the note on the counter. She’d found my porn? I had been afraid to tell her of all the things I found arousing, I thought she’d find it weird and embarrassing. Ever since I was a teenager all I could think about was watching women grow bigger and bigger in all the right places. The thought of a girl dominating me with her ever expanding size was the hottest thing imaginable to me. And not only was my wife willing to indulge in my fantasies, she also found it as hot as I did? I felt like the luckiest man alive.

I practically sprinted to the bedroom, and stopped dead in my tracks as I flung open the door.

If you looked at Alice it was no surprise that I liked bigger women. She stood in the middle of the room at a dominating six feet tall, just barely shorter than me. She was clad in dark red, lacy lingerie. Her sizable E cups pressed against a barely-too-tight bra, her curvaceous hips and ass on full display under a thin thong, and her long, powerful legs were wrapped in fishnet stockings. Her curly blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, perfectly framing her soft features and kissable lips. She looked like she jumped straight out of the pages of a smut novel.

I scanned the rest of the room. Against the back wall was a long tape measure pinned up, and tucked behind the closet door I could see several pairs of heels, each a little higher than the previous. I could see where this night was going. My dick tented in my pants as I began to imagine what lay ahead of me.

She stared me down, her gaze unflinching. “Strip. Now.”

Her voice was commanding, demanding to be obeyed. This was the complete opposite of her usual bubbly personality. I couldn’t deny her if I wanted to. Quickly I started undressing, sliding out of my slacks and boxers and slipping off my top in what felt like nanoseconds.

The corner of her mouth turned up in a small smirk. “That’s a good little man,” she praised, “Now get in bed. Hurry.”

I climbed onto our mattress, pushing the sheets aside. She sashayed after me, putting extra effort to swing her hips as alluringly as possible. She reached out and placed her hand on my bare chest, pushing me down so I laid on my back. She dragged her manicured black nails down my stomach, stopping just short of my throbbing erection. Quickly she pulled her hand back.

For a moment she disappeared in the closet, and came back out carrying a set of chains in one hand and something I couldn’t see clenched tight in the other. She made her way back to the bed and began gently, but firmly, guiding my arms and legs to the corners of the bedposts. Without wasting any time she began to bind my wrists and ankles, the cold metal pressed against my skin. I had never seen her move with such confidence. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Alice, I-“

“Shhhh,” she interrupted, leaning in close. Her breasts pushed into my chest, and I could feel her warm breath on my neck as she whispered. “Don’t worry. Your goddess is going to take care of everything.”

All I could do was whimper in reply. She climbed on top of me, straddling my legs. She opened her other hand and produced a small black ring. I gulped as I realized the implications.

She smiled wickedly. “I’ve got a secret, Daniel. This right here,” she waved the cock ring back and forth, “is a little piece of magic. After I slip this on you, you’ll have no choice but to be as hard as possible. And everytime you cum, I’m going to get bigger. And bigger. And I plan on making you cum as many times as I can.”

This was almost too much. I’ve had this fantasy for the longest time; being forced to orgasm, watching helplessly as someone grew in front of me. Somehow she knew just how to push all of the right buttons for me. She must have spent a long time scouring through my porn collection to get this just right. I wondered how she planned on making me cum over and over. Had she planned on giving me denied orgasms? Edging? I began to shake in anticipation.

Slowly she slid the ring down my shaft, nestling it at the base of my penis. It hugged just tight enough, and I could practically feel the blood flow in my dick pump up. My erection had gone from raging to as hard as diamonds. Alice quietly giggled to herself, satisfied with my reaction. “And now, little one, your goddess is going to make you feel sooooo good.”

She scooted herself further down my legs, and dramatically leaned forwards, giving me a full view of her deep cleavage. She brought herself down to my dick, hovering her mouth just above my head. I could feel her breath exciting every nerve on my cock as I began bucking under her at the teasing. After an eternity of this pleasuring torture, she brought her full lips down to meet my dick. Moving at a painfully slow pace, she began to bob up and down, masterfully stimulating me, moving further and further down my shaft.

Faster now. She began to speed up, ratcheting up my arousal. I could only moan in pleasure, my mind was overcome with the rising feeling of my impending orgasm. I looked down at her, her ruby lips easily swallowing my length. And still she went faster. Was she going to stop? I would be pretty physically spent after cumming, and I was quickly reaching the point of no return.

I could feel the peak of my orgasm coming, and grunted out in ecstasy. Finally, I released into her mouth. I was riding the feeling of my earth shattering orgasm as I pumped more and more cum than I thought possible down her throat.

After swallowing it all, she slid off of me and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Good boy, Daniel. You pleased your goddess. Now comes the fun.”

She hopped off the bed, brushing my dick as she went by. It was still hard somehow, as if I hadn’t cum at all. The lingering feeling of arousal and need for release still danced within me. This must have been some cock ring to keep me ready like this.

I pried my eyes away from my cock to look at my wife. She paid me no mind, mindlessly rubbing her body with a grin stretched across her face. She grunted, her knees shaking beneath her. Slowly she stretched out, reaching towards the ceiling and shifted a couple inches up. She must be standing on her tippy toes, it made for a very convincing illusion.

Except she stretched out again, rising a little higher than before. The tops of her breasts began to push against the cups of her bra, beginning to spill out. Did she have a pair of heels under the bed that she slipped into? A low moan came from her lips as she seemed to rise even higher than before.

Satisfied, she turned to look at me. “Do you like? This is only the beginning, little one. Let’s see how much taller I am now, hm?”

She sauntered over to the tape measure on the wall. I tried my hardest to keep my eyes on her upper half to keep this amazing illusion up, but my curiosity got the better of me. I had to know how she slipped into those heels.

I followed the slope of her neck down to the creamy flesh of her breasts, following the curve of her tight stomach down to the stretched thong on her bubble butt, and further still down the pillars of her thighs. I gasped.

She wasn’t wearing any heels.

Incredulously my eyes flew back up to Alice’s face. She was holding her hand atop her head, pressed against the wall. She left it there as she turned around to face the tape measure, and smiled to herself. “Seven foot, two inches. That’s quite an improvement.” She turned to look at me, a devilish smile dancing across her lips. “But not nearly enough for a goddess.”

Before I could reply she leapt back onto the bed, landing on top of me like a predator catching its prey. She reached down to her thong, grabbing it from both sides as she ripped it from her hips, tossing the ruined fabric to the side. She looked down on me. “Now, little one. Cum.”

She plunged herself onto me, her pussy slick with arousal, warmly enveloping me. With renewed fervor, she began to ride me, her hips pounding down on me over and over again. I could only gasp and grunt as I felt another orgasm quickly approaching. I couldn’t believe I was already going to cum. I burst inside her. The room was filled with my cries of pleasure as my hips thrusted up to meet her, bucking wildly as my body tensed. All the while she hadn’t stopped riding me, keeping her pace consistent.

I could feel her weight bear down on me more and more as the bedroom light slowly became eclipsed by her growing form. Her tits began to stretch the fabric of her bra, spilling out from all sides. The stockings she wore began to rip, the knots of the fishnet coming undone by the burgeoning thighs beneath them.

All of it was insanely terrifying. And insanely hot. I couldn’t help myself as I was pushed over the edge once more, releasing torrents of cum that leaked out of her. I shuddered, unable to form any thought except “bigger. Bigger. Bigger.”

Alice slowed her rolling hips as she screamed in her mutual orgasm. Her form rapidly raced toward the ceiling. Her once tightly fitting lingerie finally broke free, her bra tumbling to the floor as her breasts ballooned in front of her. She grabbed her tits, overflowing her arms as their growth pressed on, pushing the laws of nature further and further. Her form was massive, dominating. The bed creaked and cried out under us until it could handle no more, and cracked, the wood splintering across the room. I hardly paid attention. I could feel my dick throbbing inside of her, my hips growing numb under her increasing weight as her ass grew across my thighs.

Slowly her growth came to an end. Alice was breathing hard, her trembling form filling my vision. She peered over the tops of her titanic tits to look down on me. I had never been so overwhelmed by the sight of my wife as the breath left my lungs, stunned by her pure beauty. “Very good little one,” she panted, “You’ve made your goddess very, very happy.” She gracefully swung over me, planting her legs on the carpet, and stood up. Her head brushed the ceiling as she walked over to the tape measure.

I could only manage to stare slack jawed as my mind reeled from the impossibly intense pleasure I was feeling. But if I could speak what was there to say? Her tits hung past her ribs, each indescribably perfect, and probably weighed as much as I did combined. Her ass ballooned behind her in perfect pert bubbles. She was becoming everything she said she was. A goddess.

Alice had finished her measuring by the time I regained my senses. She let loose a deep, intimidating and intensely sexual laugh. “10 feet even.” She held her tits in her arms, unable to reach around to even her nipples. “I’m so big now. And you’re so small compared to me. You’ve done your goddess a great deed, little one.”

She took slow, deliberate steps toward me, each footfall thumping hard against the floor. “But you know what, Daniel?” She continued. “I don’t think it’s enough. I don’t think it’s nearly enough for a goddess. Don’t you agree?”

I muttered something unintelligible, overtaken by the perfect form of my wife. I weakly nodded.

She nodded back with a sly grin. “I’m glad you think so too, little one.” She had reached the bed now. “Because I plan to make you cum.” Her hand grasped my still pounding dick, completely engulfing it. “Again.” She pumped. “And again.” She pumped again. “And again.” And kept pumping, up and down. I could feel yet another building pressure inside of me. “And you know what that means. I’ll get bigger...”

Her hand deftly pleasured me, relentless.

“And bigger...”

She stroked faster now, bringing me right to the edge.

“And bigger...”

I came, releasing another huge load into her hand. I could see her body shudder and stretch higher.

“And bigger.”

#giantessgrowth #breastexpansion #assexpansion

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jackawhacker · 5 years ago

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Who You’re Meant To Be

Contains breast expansion, ass expansion, giantess growth, and cock expansion

“It’s here!” Jolyne slammed the door to our apartment, eagerly rushing inside. She rounded the corner into the living room carrying a small cardboard box.

“Please, I told you to not slam that thing, our neighbors are going to report us again.” I complained.

“You’re just being a grouch, Elaine. Our neighbors don’t care.” She retorted, sticking her tongue out at me. It was hard to take her seriously whenever we argued. Her short five foot flat stature didn’t lend much authority to what she said, and the bright smile she wore whenever we bickered made me forget about what we were talking about in the first place.

I sighed, “It’s whatever. What did you order this time?” Jolyne had a habit of draining her bank account by purchasing all sorts of baubles and trinkets that she swore had some mystical property to them. Last week it was a “scrying orb” with the forbidden ability to see into the future. That illusion was broken pretty quickly after I pointed out the “Made in China” sticker on the bottom.

“Well since you asked,” she said as she plopped down on the couch next to me, “I found a surefire way to help our…” she paused, “...situation.”

For the past couple months our sex life had been rocky to say the least. It wasn’t either of our faults, in fact the intimate moments I shared with Jolyne over our two year relationship were some of the best of my entire life. Before her I felt like I couldn’t be loved.

The main problem was my dysphoria. Being a transgender woman unable to afford hormones and being outcast by my family took a heavy toll on my psyche. I couldn’t find it in me to accept myself, let alone ask somebody else to accept me. But Jolyne made me feel loved and cared for. She looked past my lumbering, wide six and a half foot frame and my rough angular features. She loved me for who I was.

But this last month I was having more and more trouble seeing my body in a positive light. I felt disgusting. And it interfered with the sexual dynamic of our relationship. I couldn’t get over the fact that I would be trapped in this body forever, and it really killed all sexual drive in me.

Jolyne nervously pushed a strand of her brunette hair behind her ear. “I know this is a touchy subject for you, but I really think I can help.” She never failed to try and make everything easier for me. She was there every step of the way. I appreciated her genuine care, even if I did doubt whatever she had to offer. “Alright, if you think it’ll work, I’ll give it a shot.” I said.

“Really?” She bounced up and down with glee, “Thank you Elaine! I know you won’t regret it.” She began tearing open the flap on the small cardboard package. The outside had no discernible markings; no shipping labels or company logos. After she finally got it open, she reached inside and produced a small aluminum sheet with two tablets encased in plastic, similar to the kind you’d pop cough drops or aspirin out of.

“What the hell are those?” I asked, taking the mystery container. The two pills were bright pink in color, devoid of any inscriptions.

“Those,” she said proudly, “are our little miracle workers. I got them off a website called Witch’s Wares.” She took the package back, and popped out the two pills from inside. “We each take one, and after that we’re supposed to become more ideal versions for ourselves and each other.”

“Ideal selves?” I inquired. “Like more at peace or inner calm or something?” The idea of taking random drugs off the internet made me nervous, but if it was something to just mellow you out for an hour or two I wouldn’t mind taking it.

“Not exactly,” she giggled, “it’s supposed to have a more physical effect.” She cocked her eyebrow and cupped the air in front of her flat chest. “Eh? Get it?” She winked at me. I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t satisfied with her body. Ever since puberty passed her over in high school she’d been looking for ways to give herself a boost in the chest department. She had gone through a multitude of natural oils and phony spell books trying to gain a couple cup sizes. Nothing worked of course, but she took it in stride by wearing push up bras and high heels to boost her confidence.

I rolled my eyes. “Jolyne, there’s no way I’m sticking some random snake oil pill in my mouth. Who knows where they came from.”

She frowned, turning away from me in mock anger. “Well then, I guess I’ll have to take this all by myself then.” She said, quickly popping a pill into her mouth before I could respond. God damnit. I couldn’t let her do this alone. If she was poisoned then I might as well be too. “You’re the devil.” I grumbled, swallowing the other pill. The taste was surprisingly sweet, almost like it was pure sugar.

She lightly pecked my cheek. “Thanks baby. I know you’ll enjoy this.” We sat on the couch for the better part of an hour, mindlessly watching reruns on TV, waiting for our miracle drug to kick in. Jolyne anxiously looked back and forth between us the entire time, waiting with bated breath for any sign of change. My eyes remain glued on the episode of MASH playing.

Finally I paused the show and turned to Jolyne. “Listen, not to rain on your parade, but I don’t-“

She had her eyes tightly shut. Her fists were clenched, and her back was arched in either pain or pleasure. A small bead of sweat began to trickle down her forehead. I stared at her, debating whether I needed to call poison control or 911, when she finally spoke up.

“Elaine… I feel really…” she whispered.

All at once, a sudden wave of heat spread across my chest, moving its way throughout my body as I began to breathe heavier. I was overcome with a tingling sensation that seemed to gently massage every inch of my body. I was expecting some sort of bad acid trip at worst, but this didn’t feel painful at all.

“Elaine… I feel good.”

All I could do was stare at my girlfriend as she began to gently moan under her breath. Her breaths were as deep as mine, her chest rising and falling steadily. With each breath it seemed that it rose a little higher, the fabric of her buttoned top slowly being pulled tighter and tighter. I thought I was seeing things, but there was no doubt about what was happening.

She looked down and realized the same thing I had. She looked back up and smiled at me. “See? I told you baby.” She moaned through labored breaths. “Oh Elaine, I feel really warm.” Her nails dug deep into the leather armrest of the couch as she fell back into her stupor.

It was hard to tell at first, but I could slowly see the top of her head rising, inch by inch towards the ceiling. Her ass below her had begun to push against her jeans, her growing hips putting strain on the material. Her curves continued to slowly blossom outwards, creating an hourglass from her once skinny frame. Her breasts had begun to put intense pressure on the buttons of her shirt, easily growing past handfuls now. This was impossible. There’s no way this was happening. And yet she continued to change. Her face was glazed over in ecstasy, unable to form any coherent thoughts as she grew and grew. Suddenly her eyes opened. “Baby, we should stand up. Quickly, quickly!”

I managed to distract myself from this impossible scene in front of me and drag myself off the couch. The tingle inside of me slowly intensified. Why hadn’t I changed yet? What would I look like? What would she look like? Why wasn’t I more freaked out?

I could see why she wanted to stand up. Her once diminutive stature was slowly creeping higher and higher. I couldn’t believe anything I was seeing. My dick tensed against my pants, all of this had me unbelievably turned on. Her legs poked out from the hemline of her jeans, steadily growing, pushing her up taller and taller. The top of her head was level with my nose by now. Her top finally gave up its fight with her expanding tits, launching buttons across the room, her bra snapping in half as breasts the size of her head were finally released from their prison.

“Elaaaaaiiiine,” she groaned, “I’m getting...so big. So big for you.” I looked into Jolyne’s eyes as she crept up to my height, and then past it. “So big baby. I know this is what you want.” And she was right. I had never been more turned on in my entire life. Jolyne was turning into an absolute goddess in front of me.

The jeans desperately clinging on to her frame finally ripped, her monumental bottom shredding them to bits. Her curves were not only massive, but impossibly beautiful. The soft bounce of her now basketball sized breasts was mesmerizing, and every inch added to her growing frame somehow made her more and more perfect with each passing second. The woman standing in front of me was becoming something greater. She stretched upwards, her hands grazing the ceiling.

Slowly her breathing returned to normal, the last bits of her growth coming to an end. I looked on in stunned silence. All I could see was the bottom of a massive pair of flawless, bountiful tits directly in front of me. I forced myself to crane my neck up at her, and gasped. This whole time I had been focusing on her growing body, I had neglected her face. The features were all hers, but changed enough to be the envy of any model. Her lips plumped, eyes glittering. It was intoxicating. I was at a loss for words.

Jolyne softly giggled and looked down on me. Even her voice had become angelic. “I think it’s your turn, Elaine.” She said in her new smooth and sultry tones.

Almost as if on cue, the warmth inside of me began to burn hotter. Realizing I didn’t have much time before the changes set in, I quickly began pulling my top off, only to be hit with a wave of unbridled pleasure. I could hardly move.

“Oh baby don’t worry,” Jolyne cooed, “I’ll get that.” She bent down, her hulking form pressing close to me. I could feel her breasts push into me, slowly consuming the entire upper half of my body. And as if they were nothing, she ripped off my clothes and tossed them aside. “That’ll make it better for both of us.” She stood back up and hungrily licked her lips in anticipation.

I wanted to reply, but all I could do was eek out a yelp of pleasure as the intense tingling settled on my dick. I felt the heat consume my four inch length, and slowly seem to intensify my hard on. It was hard to see at first, but it became apparent that my penis was thickening, growing longer by the minute. My unimpressive rod was now average looking, around six inches now.

The heat burned in my chest, and I almost cried in joy as I dared to hope what may happen. The flesh beneath my nipples pushed out, forming small buds that began rapidly increasing in size. I felt the same heat burn in my rear, and could feel the pressure on my hips as they got wider. My thighs began to thicken and jiggle with my thrashing in pleasure. All the years of hating who I was were now melting off as I began to settle into my new body. The popping and rearranging of my body felt almost orgasmic.

“Elaine, you’re growing so fast! You’re gonna be so big!” Jolyne exclaimed. She was right, I was growing much faster than her, my tits rapidly moving from the size oranges to small melons. All I could do was moan and let the feeling wash over me. This was almost everything I could have hoped for.

I was pulled from my reverie by the slapping of my dick against my stomach. It had grown beyond the point of big, and had moved its way into practically outrageous. It slowly inched higher as my breasts grew to envelop the head. I could feel the thick pulsing shaft creep up in between my breasts and cried out in pleasure. I was practically giving myself a tit job as my breasts massaged my penis with their growth, now as big as Jolyne’s.

I looked up to her from my haze, and realized I had to look further up than before. I didn’t reach the bottom of her tits anymore, I was staring smack dab at her belly button. Had she grown more?

It dawned on me. “I’m getting… smaller.” My now completely feminine frame had been slowly dwindling. The world around me seemed to expand and shift as I lost more and more height. I smiled as I looked up at my girlfriend, slowly sinking below her hips. My titanic breasts now hung below my navel, resting on the tops of my thighs. I could feel myself falling, being pulled further and further downward. My dick burst through the top of my cleavage, achingly hard and begging for release.

I could feel the last spurts of my change coming to an end. My hands roamed all over my new body. I had curves for days. Hell, I had curves for weeks. My dick bounced and throbbed as I felt myself up, thick and leaking precum.

“Oh Elaine, you’re beautiful.” Jolyne stepped closer to me. Her thighs filled my vision. I had shrunk enough to be eye level with her knees now, the thought of which excited me greatly. She knelt down on the floor, still much taller than me even crouched. “I knew this would work. You’re who you’re supposed to be now.” She smiled warmly.

The tingling sensation had slowly left, leaving me with only one thing on my mind.

“Jolyne?”

“Yes baby?” She replied.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.”

#giantessgrowth #breastexpansion #assexpansion #tg

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