Angela's curiosity was piqued along with her hunger. How was her body possibly converting wood into flesh? This needed some testing.
She broke off a sizeable piece of the table and gave it a sniff. If she closed her eyes, she would have sworn that it was some sort of cookie. As if by instinct, she popped the wood into her mouth and ate it.
A few moments later, she felt a rush of energy surge through her. Her feet spread just a little bit bigger, and she stretched just a little bit taller. The tingle spread to her breasts, too, and she felt her nipples begin to harden in arousal.
I could get used to that, she thought. Usually, she was so focused on her work that physical intimacy never really interested her. But this? Well . . .
While she was contemplating these new physical sensations, her hunger again got the better of her. Involuntarily, she began eating more and more of the table in bigger and bigger chunks. Loud crunching and smashing sounds filled her house as she steadily grew bigger. Her head was only inches away from the eight-foot ceiling.
She ate with one hand and explored her developing figure with the other. With clinical precision, she hefted and probed her curves, feeling her flesh expand and bulge between her fingers. She was getting unreasonably big in every dimension. Did they even make bras large enough to contain those two massive tits? They hung off of her chest like weather balloons, and were still inflating bigger. She couldn't even see her feet anymore.
Another big spurt and her head bumped into the ceiling, startling her. She looked at her huge hands, her long arms, the tiny furniture and house that surrounded her, and the last few bits of table. She realized that no woman had ever been this big before.
That secret voice deep inside her helped spur her imagination. What if it didn't stop? What if she grew to be twenty feet tall? A hundred? What if she never stopped growing . . .
The possibilities surrounded her. Her stomach growled again, but this time, she was excited to see what she could do.
She tore apart the couch violently, ripping the upholstery and snapping the wooden frame like matchsticks and then shoving everything she could grab into her mouth. She imagined it was a plate of nachos, complete with spicy peppers, salty cheese, and crunchy chips. As fast as she could consume it, her body processed it. She knelt down to keep from busting through the roof as she grew bigger, curvier, and taller. She also found she could eat faster that way.
She felt her backside widen, and she thought with pride about how her ass was bigger than any stripper's was. Hell, it was clearly wider than the door already, and it was just going to get bigger. How much did she weigh? A thousand pounds? If she sat on something with this glorious rear, what damage would it do?
She felt herself grow wet at the thought. No man could handle a woman like her, not alone. If she kept eating, she'd need a harem--no, an army--to satisfy her. They would have to scale her body like mountain climbers, spelunk into her depths in teams . . .
She polished off the couch, then snacked on everything else: coffee table, the stacks of books, even her electronics. As she grew more excited, she grew faster. Her feet and legs were getting longer behind her at an alarming rate, and in her distraction, Angela failed to notice that she was starting to overcrowd the room. It wasn't until her back hit the ceiling that she gave a thought to her predicament. She was over twenty feet tall, and her massive breasts had grown big enough that they rubbed against the carpet.
Not caring about the destruction of her house, Angela slowly sat up. Her back smashed through the ceiling, then the rafters, and finally through her tile roof.
Cars screeched to a halt on the street outside her house as Angela's gigantic face greeted the world. With a hand the size of an excavator bucket, Angela tore a flat section of her roof off and tossed it into her mouth. She sighed with approval.