You already know you shouldn’t still be watching, and that’s exactly why you’re here. I get fuller and heavier while you stare, fishnets pulling tighter, belly rounding out soft and warm. You get harder; I get softer. I tell you to take your cock in hand and stroke slow, then faster, rotating around the tip, imagining me pressing down on you with all that weight until I’d get stuck. I edge you, count you down from ten, and have you cum all over me while I keep swelling.

You already know you shouldn’t still be watching, and that’s exactly why you’re here. I get fuller and heavier while you stare, fishnets pulling tighter, belly rounding out soft and warm. You get harder; I get softer. I tell you to take your cock in hand and stroke slow, then faster, rotating around the tip, imagining me pressing down on you with all that weight until I’d get stuck. I edge you, count you down from ten, and have you cum all over me while I keep swelling. Once you've exploded, I explode too.

I love how big I already am, and I’m still hungry for more. More stretching, more growth, more size... Fishnets creak and tear, and I refuse to turn off the pump. I shift the growth into my belly, press into it, and cum while I’m still expanding, growing as I cum, cumming as I grow, until I’m a tight, overinflated blimp and I don’t want it to stop.

I've always wanted to enter a pumpkin growing contest. Contest pumpkins hit hundreds to thousands of pounds and the deadline is basically tomorrow, so I swallow a pumpkin seed and a bottle of Farmers Fast Growth Formula even though it isn’t meant for people. It hits warm, then the pumpkin starts growing inside me, and fast. My belly rounds out, grows heavy, I can’t see my feet, still expanding while I guess at a few hundred pounds as it pulls me to the floor. I won’t fit through the door, can’t stand. I’m 100% winning, and still growing.

You have no self control. You stare the second I sit down and put your hands on my stomach every single time, poking my belly button and rubbing it like it belongs to you. Tonight I return the favor. I tell you to stay still and I put the hose right inside you and turn it on so air rushes in and your stomach starts pushing out soft then tighter and rounder while I listen to it stretch. I love feeling your belly grow under me with my tits in your face. I let you watch it get huge and tight with an outie just like you used to leave me. Then I bounce on that massive gut, not gentle, grinding and dropping my weight so more air shifts inside you and you squeal louder. I call you a bitch while you moan like one and tell you to moan for me again, louder, because that is the same sound you used to pull out of me. I squeeze my own tits while I ride your stomach and stay right there until you are so full you can barely breathe, pinned under your own weight. I laugh that this is what you get for always treating my belly like you own it.

I am the cat and today I am auditioning tails - by blowing up balloons and attaching them to my panties. We start modest with the fourteen inch while you watch the whole thing. I inflate it, sit on it, feel it, and pop it because I deserve something bigger. The next one looks more like a real tail and less like a party favor. I get on my knees with it hanging off me and tell you to put your hand on your cock and not be shy. It gets tight when I lay on it. Any breath might burst it. Then comes the twenty four inch with a massive neck and I already know this one is my favorite. It stays on. If I bounce you stroke. If I stop to laugh you do not get to stop. I bounce and feel the pressure push back into me until I get so stiff I tell you to come with me and make a nice big mess. After that I have one more thing in mind. Close your eyes. Open them. One last tail. A bouquet tail. Happy birthday. I hope that was a good one and loud.

You left your computer open this morning and the screen woke up on folder after folder of blueberry inflation. Girls turn round and blue. Their clothes tear as they get shiny and huge. I did not get disgusted. I got curious then wet. I decided I wanted to be the one who actually did it for you. I bought special gum that tastes like candy that knows what it is doing. Warm pressure fills me from inside. My tits get heavier and I turn completely blue. They swell so tight against my dress and lingerie that everything bursts off while juice sloshes in my enormous breasts. Put your hand on your cock and stroke it for me. Start slow then go faster with a tight grip. Look at how I keep growing into one big overfilled blueberry just for you. I am so swollen and sensitive and pressurized. Cum looking at the exact fantasy you jerk off to.

I wake up and it has happened again overnight. My boobs feel fuller. They definitely grew. They were not this much of a handful when I went to bed. My bra does not fit anymore so I squeeze into a sweatshirt for casual day. I FaceTime my step-sister who always had bigger tits than me. Not for long. I send her a picture because I am already bigger than last night. I get hungry and drink a lot of milk. I love milk. The bra gets tighter until it is spilling out every side and completely useless. The seams are tearing. I need to go bra shopping so I go without one. I try to leave for work but the seatbelt is too tight. There is no way I can drive safely like this. I call my boss and say the car will not start with a weird airbag issue. I will work from home. They keep growing and the sweatshirt zipper breaks. I cannot see my monitor. The keyboard is almost at eye level so I cannot type or work. I call back and say I am coming down with something. Bloated with pressure and not quite myself. My step-sister wants another FaceTime and I am past Chelsea Charms now. Bigger than her. Standing is getting hard. The call drops because my tits hang up the phone. I get stuck in the hallway. I cannot go forward or back when the doorbell rings. My handsome neighbor wants to borrow a cup of milk. I have gallons. A whole milk factory. I wish he would take it from the source. I struggle upstairs barely able to see in front of me or under me. My nipples are suddenly so sensitive. I have outgrown the king bed until it disappears under me. I am going to bed naked because nothing fits. I call my step-sister one last time and tell her to look. I filled the whole bed. She is not the busty one anymore. Do not visit unless you are ready to be jealous. What a day. It started with a bra that did not fit and ended with tits that will not fit any bra that exists. They never stop growing. Goodnight.

I play both sides. Giantess me and tiny me. I have been dreaming about this. I seek her out because her tummy feels empty and I look delicious. She opens wide and I slide all the way down into her stomach. I settle so nicely. Soft. Warm. Confined. Her belly is big and round because of me. I press the walls. I kick from the inside. She feels me squirm and loves it. Her heartbeat is all around me. There is barely any room to move. I feel so small and so loved. This is my biggest fantasy. Thank you for swallowing me. I want to stay in her belly forever. Please keep me. She says I belong right here. Her belly will keep me safe and loved all night. Settle in, little one. She has got me. Perfect.

Class dismissed except for you. Stay seated and look at me. I caught you staring at my ass all period. I wore this tight dress on purpose. Watch it move. Watch it grow. You have been hard since third period. Unzip. Stroke slow. Match my sway. Do not cum yet. Every bite of this apple makes my ass heavier and thicker. This dress can barely hold it. Spit on your hand. Faster. Imagine it smothering you. I count down. Ten to one. Cum now. All of it on my ass. Eyes open. Good boy. Zip up when I say. Same time tomorrow if you keep looking. Now get out.

Fall is finally here and I am so happy. I love everything about it. The mild weather. The beautiful leaves. Pumpkins everywhere. Pumpkin pie. Pumpkin spice candles. Pumpkin patches. And especially pumpkin spice coffee.

I came prepared. Fresh coffee brewed and my pumpkin spice creamer right there. I take a sip and then I feel funny. Something is happening. My boobs just grew. They are the size of pumpkins now. Heavy and full.

They start leaking. A lot. Pumpkin spice creamer spraying out of me. I taste it. It is so sweet and so pumpkin. I have always wanted bigger breasts but I never imagined they would be pumping out pumpkin spice creamer.

They feel so heavy. The pressure builds behind my nipples. When I let it out it feels so good. I am soaked. My kitchen is a mess. They stretch even fuller. I need more of this.

I offer you some in your coffee. Extra cream. Drink up. Cheers.

They grow even more. I cannot stop touching them. So big. Massive pumpkins on my chest. Happy fall.

Je pense encore à cette première potion, celle du sablier original qui m'a donné une taille fine, de lourds seins, et un gros cul qui remplissait chaque paire de jeans que je possédais. Les gens me regardaient et j'adorais ça jusqu'à ce que ça s'estompe semaine après semaine et que je redevienne normale, ce que je détestais parce que ce n'est pas qui je suis vraiment. Je suis faite pour être grosse et je m'ennuyais de me sentir serrée dans mes propres vêtements, alors quand j'ai entendu qu'il y avait une version rose plus forte, plus durable, plus agressive, j'ai payé un supplément pour l'avoir ici rapidement. Je l'ai bue et ça sentait doux et chaud alors que ça se répandait dans ma poitrine, puis mes seins ont gonflé si vite qu'ils ont débordé de ma robe, mes hanches se sont élargies en un sablier parfait, et mon cul est devenu si gros et épais que j'ai l'air chère et faite pour être regardée. Mon corps est parfait maintenant et je souhaite déjà avoir commandé deux potions.