“So you decided to put growth solution in my shampoo?” she demanded.
She smiled sweetly, well, as sweetly as a woman more than twice your size could. Faux innocence underlined her next question. “And did you think to read the label?”
She stood well above you now, her tits swelled out to the point where all she could cover with her towel were the lower half of them.
You two were having this conversation on separate floors. You stood on the second, looking up at her from the bannister railing, and still she was looking down at you.
“I knew it,” she said flatly. “You didn’t. You didn’t read the fucking label.” Red crept up her body and you watched her nearly double over. “F-fuck. I’m so…so… horny…”
“What’s the problem?” you asked, aware of how your dream fantasy stood not even six feet away from you. “You always said you wanted to live out my fantasy.”
“Y-yeah! When I could - fuck me, fuck, am I still growing? - when I could fit in the house!” A low guttural sound of hunger escaped her. “I’m w-way too big to get out now.”
She grabbed you, before you could answer. Her single hand wrapped around your entire torso and pulled you close, between a valley of boobs.
You’d been just about to take your own shower, so you were already naked. Being rubbed up against her massive, growing body was rapidly driving you crazy.
“You won’t outgrow the house!” you said, aware of the pound of her heartbeat and the litany of quiet but audible mewls of please and fuck escaping her. “I may not have read the label, but I know the dose! It only worked on skin contact so I know I had to get it right…”
A keen of desperate pleasure escaped her and you were suddenly, vividly aware that she’d curled up on the floor of the atrium, you tucked between her tits, and was touching herself.
Shit, she was enormous. Thirty feet tall easy. More maybe. You were just glad for tall ceilings.
“You f-fucker,” she said, more horny than anything. It came out more like a plea. “I was talking about the bottle of shampoo!” A cry of ecstasy erupted from her lips, and she pressed her boobs together.
Your world became tit. After a few seconds you became able to breathe, suddenly and acutely aware of how close to your own orgasm you were.
“What about it?” you asked, helpless to how huge she was. Definitely got the dosage wrong.
“That wasn’t shampoo,” she said, a gurgle of something emerging throughout her body. Slowly, you felt her begin to grow once more. “That was bubble bath!”
You let the words sink in deep.
The house began to creak. Pressure enveloped you as her tits pressed in in the close quarters.
“You better fucking hope you make good dildo when I’m done growing,” she yelled, her voice crescendoing into a roar near the end as beams split in two and the earth shook with ever second. “Or you’re going to learn! Fuuuuu-”
Enjoy this quick little thing!
I gotta say, I would love it if growth bubble bath were a thing. I would also not have a house for very long if it did.
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