Angela's Growth (Patreon)

Angela sat back on the sofa and let out a little burp.

“Oops! Pardon me!” She exclaimed, giggling a little.

“Dinner was that good then?” laughed Braden from the kitchen, his voice rising above the sounds of running water and clinking crockery as he finished the washing up.

“Yes baby it was delicious.”

Angela leaned over and grabbed her laptop. Time to browse for a vacation package, maybe a cruise. She could dream. The TV flickered away in the background, barely noticed until from the corner of her eye Angela noticed a familiar face. It was the woman from the hospital earlier in the day, the hospital where Angela worked as a nurse. A strangled shriek rose from Angela’s throat.

“What is it babe?” Braden rushed through from the kitchen. Angela was pointing at the TV, mouth agape.

On the screen was a white woman, mousey looking with bedraggled blonde hair. She was standing naked in a model city. This was weird. It was the news. Then the visual image fell into place and Braden could see that the footage on the TV was coming from a helicopter. It was showing the woman standing in the city. She was a giant. She must have been hundreds of feet tall.

“Oh my god.” Braden gasped.

“She was in the hospital today!” Angela stammered. “She came in from a chemical accident. She was on the ward. I resuscitated her!”

Angela suddenly breathed in very deeply, arching her back, and the buttons popped straight off her shirt. Braden could see that her breasts, already large were spilling out of her bra. Her head was suddenly level with his, and she was still sitting down. Within moments her feet had passed by on either side of him and the armchair she was in was a pile of splinters under her expanding butt. Angela tore off her shirt in a panic, but somehow the rest of her clothing was growing with her. Her head was now pushed up against the ceiling as her body pushed the rest of the furniture in the room aside, overturning the coffee table and slamming the couch into the wall. Braden fell to the ground as her body loomed over him, her boobs now overflowing her bra and threatening to overwhelm the cups. Her nipples were erect and as long as Braden’s finger, peeking above the lace now, and seeming to reach towards him as he crawled backwards.

“Baby… help me!” Angela cried out as her body hunched over more and more until there was a loud crack, followed by a tear and a rumble, as Angela’s body straightened and rubble and dust began to rain down into the room below.