When you came in the door, you found her gorging herself at the fridge, her boy-shorts straining against her huge, round, swelling butt. Everything about her was just … more. Longer legs, curvier curves, smoother skin. She ate with a lustful passion, savoring every bit. And with every bite, she grew and grew. Her shoes were pinching her lengthening feet, but her hunger held her full attention. She was growing taller than you, much taller, and you wondered how she would react when she finally cleared out the fridge, and whether you would be able to stop her from getting any bigger.
If she heard you, she ignored you. The food was more important than you were, now. Her shorts tore completely off, and she moaned in approval. She had always joked about calories going straight to her thighs, and now they were doing that, along with expanding every other part of her body, too. Her hips were quickly approaching a yard across, wider than the fridge, and it swayed back and forth as she continued to eat.
In between the sounds of her smacking lips, she let out an occasional coo of pleasure. Pounds of food were being converted into pounds of flesh, and whatever process controlled it, it clearly had a goal of making her into a stacked, curvy sex goddess. She kicked off her shoes in a fit of frustration, each far too small for her now, and she knelt down to gain better access to the fridge’s contents. Even so, her ass was almost level with your chest, with butt cheeks big enough to get lost between.
“Babe, what are you doing?” you asked, as if it wasn’t obvious.
She paused, if only briefly, as she processed your presence. Then, she started eating at a ravenous pace, as though she thought that you would (or even could) take the food away from her. Her body exploded with growth, and you watched in awe as her hips rose and flared out like an inflating balloon. You were forced to step back out of the kitchen as her broad back lengthened and her growing feet and calves stretched closer and closer to you.
“Stop! You’re getting too big!” you cried.
“More!” she demanded. As her body filled the doorway, you heard her toss the empty fridge aside and rip off the cabinet doors.
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When you came in the door, you found her gorging herself at the fridge, her boy-shorts straining against her huge, round, swelling butt. Everything about her was just … more. Longer legs, curvier curves, smoother skin. She ate with a lustful passion, savoring every bit. And with every bite, she grew and grew. Her shoes were pinching her lengthening feet, but her hunger held her full attention. She was growing taller than you, much taller, and you wondered how she would react when she finally cleared out the fridge, and whether you would be able to stop her from getting any bigger.
If she heard you, she ignored you. The food was more important than you were, now. Her shorts tore completely off, and she moaned in approval. She had always joked about calories going straight to her thighs, and now they were doing that, along with expanding every other part of her body, too. Her hips were quickly approaching a yard across, wider than the fridge, and it swayed back and forth as she continued to eat.
In between the sounds of her smacking lips, she let out an occasional coo of pleasure. Pounds of food were being converted into pounds of flesh, and whatever process controlled it, it clearly had a goal of making her into a stacked, curvy sex goddess. She kicked off her shoes in a fit of frustration, each far too small for her now, and she knelt down to gain better access to the fridge’s contents. Even so, her ass was almost level with your chest, with butt cheeks big enough to get lost between.
“Babe, what are you doing?” you asked, as if it wasn’t obvious.
She paused, if only briefly, as she processed your presence. Then, she started eating at a ravenous pace, as though she thought that you would (or even could) take the food away from her. Her body exploded with growth, and you watched in awe as her hips rose and flared out like an inflating balloon. You were forced to step back out of the kitchen as her broad back lengthened and her growing feet and calves stretched closer and closer to you.
“Stop! You’re getting too big!” you cried.
“More!” she demanded. As her body filled the doorway, you heard her toss the empty fridge aside and rip off the cabinet doors.