“I’m just not sure it’ll work…” said Carlee. “I’ve been on a diet forever… if the formula didn’t work… this’ll ruin it!”
“That’s a chance I’m willing to take,” you said, solemnly. “Now go ahead and eat all of that food.”
Delicately and cautiously, Carlee picked up a single chip, and bit just the tip of it.
“I mean, it’s tasty…” she said, licking her lips. “But I should probably-“
Carlee’s eyes suddenly widened, and her stomach growled viciously. A bit of drool fell from her lips, and you reflexively scooted back when she was suddenly using both hands the scarf down the entire plate in record time.
“Holy shit,” you said, as people turned to stare at the source of the noise.
“I told you, I’ve been on a diet forever!” she said, licking the last of the plate. Her shirt, and the top of her breasts, was covered in stains.
She put a hand on her belly, which was now slightly convex.
“Oh, no! I shouldn’t have rushed it! Now I’ve got a little… got a little… uh… belly…”
Even as she was talking, her belly was already flattening. Soon her stomach was just as taut as before.
“Huh,” she said, rubbing her stomach. “Where did it- whoop!”
Carlee’s eyes widened in shock as elastic stretching noises started coming from her shirt. Her shirt itself tightened, growing subtly transparent, and you could clearly see the outline her breasts bulging out of an undersized bra.
Her shirt, which had been tight before, now looked pornographically lewd and tight.
“My boobs grew!” she said, groping herself to make sure this was real. “All the food I ate… the weight I gained… it all went to my boobs… I grew two cup sizes…”
She looked at you, like she wasn’t sure how to feel about this.
“I think I’m bigger than a D-cup!” she said. While she was trying gauge your reaction, her belly growled again. “God… and now I’m even hungrier!”
“If you keep eating, your boobs will just keep right on growing…” you said.
Carlee licked her lips and thought about it. She patted her flat belly, and watched her bigness shake as she gave a little shimmy.
“I can live with that!” she said, shooting her arm in the air. The nearest waiter spun immediately, and forced himself to lift his eyes off her boobs and to her face.
“I’m gonna more food, please? Like, these appetizers and these entrees!” she said, gesturing madly at the menu.
“Right away…” he said, clearly embarrassed to have been caught ogling.
A few minutes later, the first appetizer arrived, which she inhaled. The second one dropped on the table nearly as soon as she’d finished. Then she gobbled down both entrees (and the one you’d ordered for yourself) and chugged the pitcher of beer you’d thoughtfully ordered.
She was a messy, voracious eater, staining and spilling constantly. When she lowered the empty pitcher to the table, she let out a loud belch, and went right back to sucking down a sampler platter.
The whole time she gobbled and smacked away, her belly grew bigger and bigger from the food she was packing inside of it. Soon it was stretching her shirt, and her plump breasts were propped under it.
“Oh, man…” she said, patting her suddenly huge belly as the empty plates were cleared away.
She slapped her gut, and it made a heavy sloshing noise.
“I haven’t eaten in that, in, like, ever…” she said, a little proudly. “I look like I’m pregnant!”
She stopped smiling and looked down at her belly, which was so big she couldn’t see her lap.
“Maybe I overdid it… I haven’t grown yet… maybe I- oh, wait, here I go. Whew!”
She sighed in relief as her belly grumbled and shrank, and her already large breasts began to expand.
“That’s it… get bigger, ladies… grow nice and huge so mama can stay nice and thin!” she said, admiring her breasts as they ballooned under her shirt
“G cup… H cup… you know what? Fuck this puny little bra!” she said, arching her back, and thrusting. “Mama’s… too… big for it!”
Her stomach was nearly flat, and through her she shirt her tiny bra looked like a belt wrapped around a pair of volleyballs, trying to compact them. The bra snapped, and Carlee chortled as she finished the ruined the garment out from under her shirt.
“There we are!” she said, shimmying freely. “Much more comfy!”
Her shirt had shrunk to half-shirt- her expansive breasts used most of the shirt’s fabric, pulling the bottom all the way up over her belly button.
Her mounds were huge, clearly L-cups or something ridiculous, but shockingly perky. Bigger than anything you were used to seeing in porn, and her shirt was stretched so tight it was basically see-through.
“Still nice and thin!” she said, patting her tummy. “But this chair feels tiny now… can you check something for me?”
She stood up, and pants looked painted on. Her hips had exploded in width, and the fabric of her pants was audibly groaning to contain all her newly enlarged ass.
“Is my butt bigger?” she asked, earnestly. “It’s just the chair felt smaller all of a sudden, and this pants are so tight now!”
“Uh… I mean… I guess…” you said, not sure how to react to what she was saying. Her butt was huge now, but how would she take that?
“Here! Just keep an eye on it, and watch to see if it gets any bigger!” she said. And then she reached over, grabbed someone’s basket of food off of a waiter’s tray, and sucked down two drinks for good measure.
“Sorry! Hungry!” she said to the stunned waiter and diners, who backed away without saying anything.
Behind her, her butt bulged visibly, and her hips widened several inches. Her thighs plumped, and then the back of her pants finally ripped from the pressure of her backside expanding.
“Was that my pants?” she asked, without a trace of concern.
“Yeah, I think your ass is a bit bigger as well,” you said, hoping you didn’t need to stand up for a couple hours.
“Oh, that’s fine!” she said. “The important thing is it doesn’t stick to my stomach.”
As she turned around, your gaze wandered to the floor. In addition to being tight, they reached less than halfway from her knees to her ankles- her pants had shrunk to capris.
“I think… your legs are longer, too…” you said.
“Yeah, I thought a lot of dudes were looking shorter. Thank you for the formula, honey, this was a wonderful idea! Waiter, more food!” she said, snapping her fingers at the flabbergasted warning. “Just keep it coming… I’m a growing girl!”
She winked at you, then set herself to inhaling the next round of family platters.
She was eating loudly, and the waiters seemed a little desperate the satisfy her so she would stop ordering and leave. Her belly grew visibly bigger and bigger, bulging to octomom territory, and soon it was so big it was filling her lap and pushing the table away from her.
“Are you… satisfied?” asked the restaurant manager, cautiously, like he was afraid of her somehow.
“Yeah… I think… I’m actually full!” she said, patting her giant belly with unsubtle pride. “But hold on just a second!”
Her belly growled weirdly, but then began the shrink. Carlee stuck out her chest proudly.
Her already immense breasts expanded suddenly, growing nearly six inches in diameter.
“Ooh! That felt good! But I think… they’re getting… bigger!” she grunted, like she was trying to will her body to grow even faster.
Her breast expanded again, and then again. Her shirt exploded, and impossibly huge beach-ball boobs jiggled free, somehow bouncing in real-life slow motion.
The manger’s jaw dropped.
The chair groaned under her increasing weight, and the chorus of tiny tearing noises her pants were making finally gave way to one loud riiiiiip that got the attention of anyone who hadn’t already been paying attention to her accelerated development.
Her butt was expanding, and wider than the chair, filling out under her like a personal inflatable seat cushion.
“Oop!” she said, as the chair broke under her and she landed on her butt with surprising heaviness. “Sorry! My bad!”
She stood up and up, towering over the manager. She was seven feet tall, and even after she stood she grew a couple inches taller.
“Aaahhh!” she sighed in satisfaction, groping her own giant breast and caressing her huge hips. “It’s hard to see over these monster jugs, but my belly still feels nice and flat!”
She looked down at the manager, and stepped closer to loom over him. Her breasts were several times the size of his head, and it looked like if she were to swing from side to side suddenly, they were at the perfect level to give him a concussion… or possibly decapitate him.
“I just had another growth spurt!” she said, a breathy little voice. “And I’m so hungry again… can you bring me something else to eat? Please?”
She batted her eyes down at him. He was too stunned to move.
“I said…” she said, picking him up the collar and lifting his face all the way up to hers. “I’m. Really. Hungry. Can you BRING me. Something. To eat?”
“Ri-right away, miss! Our treat! Eat as much you want! We’ll turn the whole kitchen over- a growing girl like you needs all she can get! Please, just… put me down!”
“Aw, you’re so sweet!” she said, kissing him on the forehead and dropping him in a heap.
The manager ran to kitchen, desperately shouting orders. The rest of the diners began grabbing their things and shuffling away.
She looked at you over her shoulder.
“Honey? You really should have an erection by now. Pull out your dick for me, please?”
“I… okay,” you said, obediently unzipping and standing at full attention through your fly.
“Good boy!” she said, casually flipping the table out of the way between you. “Stay right there!”
“What’s happening…” you asked, mortified by what was happening.
“Did you hear? I just got the manager to comp our meal! That means… I technically just bought you dinner!”
She straddled you with her huge legs. You couldn’t see her face over her colossal boobs, but she sounded like she was smiling.
“And since I paid for dinner, that means you owe me!” she said, carefully maneuvering down onto your erection. She was already wet and ready.
Her giants breasts were enveloping your face and head, but as soon as she put her full weight down on your lap, the chair under you broke.
“Whoopsie!” she said, following you to the floor, mercifully controlling her descent and not snapping your dick or crushing your pelvis. “Too big for this little baby chairs!”
She was almost as greedy for sex as she was for food, and pounded you mercilessly for almost fifteen minutes while the kitchen rallied her personal buffet.
You spongy, bruised, sprained, and a couple of things were probably broken when she finally swung off of you to pour the first tray of food into her mouth.
“Finally!” she said, wiping her face with the back of her hand. “My boyfriend’s cute and all, but I was getting hungry and bored!”
She swallowed another tray, and grew taller. Then another, and suddenly she was more than eight feet tall.
Her head grew into a light fixture, which she slapped away in annoyance. The waiters were having trouble passing the food up to her, so she sat down with her back to the wall
With every gulp and swallow, her body bulged and expanded to fill more space.
Her breasts ballooned out in front of her, and she had to move her arms around them with growing care as she shoveled down more and more food.
She grew while sitting, and soon even on her ass she was taller than her assorted servers. Her legs grew longer and longer, stretching across the restaurant and knocking over tables and chairs. Soon the waiters had to awkwardly clamber over and around her huge legs to keep feeding her.
She burped loudly, sucking in her gut again and growing bigger than ever. Her head pushed against the ceiling, denting it. The roof was high- nearly fifteen feet- meaning she would have to be close the thirty feet tall while standing.
“God, I had no idea I could eat like this… I’ve been starving my whole life… but I can eat… and grow… and eat… and grow as big as I want!” she said, hugging her enormous boobs as best she could. “Why is the food stopping?”
The manager was standing in front of her apologetically.
“You… ate it all, miss. We don’t have any more food for you. Please, please understand. We did everything we could, and we have more coming, if you’ll wait a few hours for-“
“Hey, it’s all right! Look at how big I am!” she said, sweetly. “I grew a lot… I grew into a giant! Of course you ran out of food! How could one little restaurant possibly hope the keep feeding a giantess? You did your very best!”
“You mean that?” said the manager, as she scooped him up in one hand and gave him a kiss on the top of the head.
“I really do!” she said, right before distending her mouth, cramming him down head first, and swallowing him whole.
Her body immediately began to expand. Her head cracked the ceiling, her legs elongated, her hips widened and her breasts ballooned in diameter.
“Wow, humans are really in high in calories! I should have started with you guys!” she said, snatching the waiters and cramming them in, and her body grew against the walls of the restaurant. “People taste fantastic! And so filling… honey, look at me grow!”
She laughed as her legs burst out the far wall, and her head burst through the ceiling. She shimmied her shoulders awkwardly, then ripped the roof of the building the grab the remaining waiters and diners, devouring so many people her giant belly once again blew up in front of her, filling her lap (and most of the restaurant) and she gorged herself.
When she was done, she once again appeared to be pregnant, although her belly was only slightly bigger and fuller than her boobs.
“Oh… man!” she said. “Cannibalism is no joke… I feel stuffed!”
She laboriously stood up, scaring people for blocks in every direction. She was more than sixty feet tall, and struggling to heft the weight of her giant, human stuffed belly.
As people ran and new copters appeared on the horizon, she rubbed her giant gut contemplatively.
“I think… that was the limit!” she said. “I ate… and I ate… and I’m finally full! I don’t even care my belly got so big! This was worth it!”
“Glad you appreciated it!” you shouted up at her, limping out of the wrecked building.
“It’s kind of a shame…” she said. “I stopped growing right after I discovered how tasty people a-“
She stopped talking, as suddenly her belly began shrinking again.
“Thank you god, I’m growing again,” she said, already expanding in size and thickness. “I’m not done growing! I’m getting even bigger!”
She laughed as her hips widened, and her body made a strange, rubbery stretching noise. Her giant breasts bounced slightly as they expanded in front of her, growing bigger over and over again.
She laughed at people staring out of windows and waved at passing new helicopters as she grew upwards past them, and then they had to flee before her widening body smashed into their air space.
Soon, Carlee was more than 150 feet tall, gigantic, and with even the slightest movement her boobs made titanic sloshing noises.
Her belly rumbled, and the whole city heard her.
“Still hungry!” she cooed, snatching the nearest helicopter, and licking her lips and she ogled the people inside. “You’re all gonna help me get bigger!”
She threw them in, swallowed, and grew…
