Taking the whole cart in her hands, she considered her options. It wouldn't be more than a couple of bites, but it would be enough. Enough to transform her from merely inhumanly tall into a true giantess. It would be beyond food at that point, and far beyond clothing. It was an easy choice, really.
One great big swallow, and the whole cart was gone. It barely fit, (really, didn't fit), but it slid in anyway. Her insides churned away. The table beneath her growing tits collapsed before the pieces were swept up in her expansion and cast aside.
Her bare back, a broad slope of flesh, broke through the restaurant's roof, raining down shingles and plaster onto the ruins and pavement below. Cries of panic broke out through the crowd that had gathered in the parking lot as Julie rose into view.
Spotlights illuminated patches of her haphazardly, and when combined with the flashing police lights, gave spectators frightening glimpses of the monster before them. Her fingers raked the wreckage and crammed heaps of it indiscriminately into her gaping maw. Her bulk shuddered in paroxysms of pleasure as each mouthful spurred another orgasm. Room-filling tits bobbed and rippled as she ate. Nipples the size of hubcaps jutted outward. Her eyes, half-crazed with hunger and lust, rolled in their sockets.
And still, to everyone's surprise and Julie's delight, she grew. Her head rose higher and higher into the night, her expansion pulsating in time with her rhythmic, incessant consumption. The destruction below her snapped and churned as tons of pale, soft woman overwhelmed furniture and slammed into walls. Thighs as thick as trailers continued to stretch longer and plump wider, their girth preparing for the moment she would rise and seek out more food. Given her frantic pace, it wouldn't be long, either.
A police bullhorn shouted at her through the din, but Julie paid little attention to the tiny people before her. Their eyes all focused on her, awed at her burgeoning magnificence, while they dwindled smaller and smaller. She tore at the remains of the restaurant, gnashing on what little food was left, mixed in with chunks of drywall and tiling. With everything almost gone, and with her hunger as ferocious as ever, it was time to move on.
One great big swallow, and the whole cart was gone. It barely fit, (really, didn't fit), but it slid in anyway. Her insides churned away. The table beneath her growing tits collapsed before the pieces were swept up in her expansion and cast aside.
Her bare back, a broad slope of flesh, broke through the restaurant's roof, raining down shingles and plaster onto the ruins and pavement below. Cries of panic broke out through the crowd that had gathered in the parking lot as Julie rose into view.
Spotlights illuminated patches of her haphazardly, and when combined with the flashing police lights, gave spectators frightening glimpses of the monster before them. Her fingers raked the wreckage and crammed heaps of it indiscriminately into her gaping maw. Her bulk shuddered in paroxysms of pleasure as each mouthful spurred another orgasm. Room-filling tits bobbed and rippled as she ate. Nipples the size of hubcaps jutted outward. Her eyes, half-crazed with hunger and lust, rolled in their sockets.
And still, to everyone's surprise and Julie's delight, she grew. Her head rose higher and higher into the night, her expansion pulsating in time with her rhythmic, incessant consumption. The destruction below her snapped and churned as tons of pale, soft woman overwhelmed furniture and slammed into walls. Thighs as thick as trailers continued to stretch longer and plump wider, their girth preparing for the moment she would rise and seek out more food. Given her frantic pace, it wouldn't be long, either.
A police bullhorn shouted at her through the din, but Julie paid little attention to the tiny people before her. Their eyes all focused on her, awed at her burgeoning magnificence, while they dwindled smaller and smaller. She tore at the remains of the restaurant, gnashing on what little food was left, mixed in with chunks of drywall and tiling. With everything almost gone, and with her hunger as ferocious as ever, it was time to move on.
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June 9, 2023
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