Anyone else like the Genre? also post some rarer ones if you've got them, love these.
“Oh Derrick, it’s beautiful,” said the girl as he showed her the present he had gotten her for their anniversary. It was a pendant, with a weird design on it that sort of shimmered when it spun in front of her. Derrick, without a word, held it out to her, and Amy obligingly turned around, allowing him to move the pendant over her shoulder, and then clasp it around the back. Of course, staring at her face as she turned around, he missed a slight flash on her belly and boobs when the clasp was locked.
“Say, we got any of that cake left?” asked Amy as she kissed him, licking her lips as she released his. Derrick, looking around, nodded as he spotted a piece, and Amy, rubbing her stomach, giggled as she went towards it, picking up the piece, almost as big as her hand, and literally shoving it into her open mouth. For a second, he thought he was seeing things, as her mouth wasn’t big enough for something that huge, but it stretched oddly as she pushed it inside, almost like a cartoon, and she even swallowed it whole, a massive lump moving down her throat, followed by a belch.
“Got anything else?” she said, while rising from her chair. Derrick tried to talk to her a bit, but she outpaced him quickly, though he couldn’t understand how, as she made her way into his kitchen, and began to shove anything that was vaguely food into her mouth. A loaf of bread, a pack of apples, a whole bushel of bananas, peels and all. Literally, the contents of his cabinets were being fed into her mouth, and as they disappeared, he could see her body growing.
Her growth was mostly centered around her boobs, which had already been pretty big, but as she got taller, passing the size of his kitchen quickly, they got even bigger by comparison, starting out at the size of her hands, and quickly growing to the size of her head, and then getting bigger, as she soon passed ten feet tall. Not one to question reality, and always one to keep himself alive, Derrick made a beeline for the door, and quickly raced out of his home, getting to his car and fumbling with the keys, nearly dropping them, before finally jamming them home, and then driving off.
Looking out his review mirror, Derrick watched as his house bulged, like a shipping box stuffed too full, and then closed anyway. It couldn’t hold out for long, and with an earth shaking crack, it tore apart, Amy risPost too long. Click here to view the full text.