The lights flickered in the supermarket as an earthquake shook the building. The dozens of shoppers stood frozen in the aisles, watching as goods vibrated off the shelf and the store's fixtures rocked gently back and forth. An explosion from across the street vibrated the storefront's windows, and several people screamed as another earthquake struck, this one more intense. Sirens erupted, and inside the building flashes of red and blue filtered through from the outside. Was it over? Was there more?
Bursting through the wall, a gigantic set of fingers ripped a ten-foot wide patch of roof clean off, then disappeared into the night. Some people in the store gaped at the hole, uncertain of what they saw, while others panicked. When the hand reappeared, clearly and obviously an enormous human hand, everyone began pushing their way toward the doors, toward the far wall, anywhere to get away.
Kneeling down in front of the store, Julie brought the piece of the roof to her mouth and ate it without hesitation. It broke apart and dissolved quickly between her massive, numerous teeth. Her body was changing in subtler ways, adapting to her new diet. She could smell the food, the people, even the building itself, and it made her mouth water.
She felt big. Her breasts, swollen and tingling, jutted in front of her so far that she was quickly losing sight of her lap. Her ass had expanded, too, widening her hips and forming a round, fleshy shelf behind her. Curves upon curves, stacked several stories high, topped with a face drenched in post-orgasmic sweat. She squeezed handfuls of her flesh, delighted to feel a boob or butt-cheek flow around her fingers. She felt her body throb and pulsate, her cells dividing, her skin stretching, her bones lengthening, her power growing.
Eating absorbed her thoughts, punctuated with quick, intense orgasms. She pulled a larger piece of the roof free and stuffed it into her mouth, and murmured in appreciation as it, too, disappeared into her body. The rush of energy that flowed into her felt like taking a dip on a roller coaster, making her light-headed. She hadn't even gotten to the real food yet, but she could already tell that she was in for a massive growth spurt. When she finished, she wondered whether she would even be able to walk down the street without demolishing buildings, whether her feet, even, would be too wide for the roads to handle. She tweaked one of her trunk-like nipples and moaned. When Julie finished, she didn't want any part of her body to fit anywhere.
She reached in again, this time pulling one of the shelving units out. Bags of chips rained down as they slid from the shelves, but Julie did little to try and save them. It would only be a matter of time before she would eat the whole building. The bags popped in her mouth as she chewed both them and the metal fixtures. Despite her size, she still could taste the salty, crunchy chips on her tongue, and her belly rumbled in appreciation.
Julie leaned back, her face tilting skyward, as a large spurt shot through her. Those who had stopped to gawk at her could hear the groaning creak of her growing bones, could see her tits fill and expand, could feel the earth tremble as her weight destroyed the ground beneath her. Julie's head rose to the point where, even sitting, she was at least forty feet tall. She marveled at how tall she was becoming. In the ruins of the store, she saw a girl, frozen in fear, looking up at her. She was a thin girl, and young, too. A bit like her, Julie, thought, before her transformation.
Oh, if only you knew, Julie thought. If only you knew that the power was there all along. Why settle for B cup breasts and size 4 dresses when bigger is so much better? Why settle for measurements at all, when growing feels so good?
She grabbed another section of shelving. She felt it shrink in her expanding palm, then popped it into her mouth like a lozenge. Like medicine, it was making her better, stronger, healthier. She had been sick all of her life, and didn't even know it; sick with averageness. But now, even if she were normal height, she would be the center of attention wherever she went. What would it be like to smash a man into her cavernous cleavage again, to squash him flat with an ass wider than a couch? How would he react when he felt her grow heavier on top of him, when he heard her pants first stretch, then rupture as she outgrew them? This was Julie's reality now, a world waiting to be crushed under her growing body, smashed by her enormous feet, pinned underneath her bulbous breasts, ground against her hot, gigantic pussy.
Her hunger was more than food. She hungered for size, for mass, for power. She ate another handful of the wreckage, and continued to ascend.
Bursting through the wall, a gigantic set of fingers ripped a ten-foot wide patch of roof clean off, then disappeared into the night. Some people in the store gaped at the hole, uncertain of what they saw, while others panicked. When the hand reappeared, clearly and obviously an enormous human hand, everyone began pushing their way toward the doors, toward the far wall, anywhere to get away.
Kneeling down in front of the store, Julie brought the piece of the roof to her mouth and ate it without hesitation. It broke apart and dissolved quickly between her massive, numerous teeth. Her body was changing in subtler ways, adapting to her new diet. She could smell the food, the people, even the building itself, and it made her mouth water.
She felt big. Her breasts, swollen and tingling, jutted in front of her so far that she was quickly losing sight of her lap. Her ass had expanded, too, widening her hips and forming a round, fleshy shelf behind her. Curves upon curves, stacked several stories high, topped with a face drenched in post-orgasmic sweat. She squeezed handfuls of her flesh, delighted to feel a boob or butt-cheek flow around her fingers. She felt her body throb and pulsate, her cells dividing, her skin stretching, her bones lengthening, her power growing.
Eating absorbed her thoughts, punctuated with quick, intense orgasms. She pulled a larger piece of the roof free and stuffed it into her mouth, and murmured in appreciation as it, too, disappeared into her body. The rush of energy that flowed into her felt like taking a dip on a roller coaster, making her light-headed. She hadn't even gotten to the real food yet, but she could already tell that she was in for a massive growth spurt. When she finished, she wondered whether she would even be able to walk down the street without demolishing buildings, whether her feet, even, would be too wide for the roads to handle. She tweaked one of her trunk-like nipples and moaned. When Julie finished, she didn't want any part of her body to fit anywhere.
She reached in again, this time pulling one of the shelving units out. Bags of chips rained down as they slid from the shelves, but Julie did little to try and save them. It would only be a matter of time before she would eat the whole building. The bags popped in her mouth as she chewed both them and the metal fixtures. Despite her size, she still could taste the salty, crunchy chips on her tongue, and her belly rumbled in appreciation.
Julie leaned back, her face tilting skyward, as a large spurt shot through her. Those who had stopped to gawk at her could hear the groaning creak of her growing bones, could see her tits fill and expand, could feel the earth tremble as her weight destroyed the ground beneath her. Julie's head rose to the point where, even sitting, she was at least forty feet tall. She marveled at how tall she was becoming. In the ruins of the store, she saw a girl, frozen in fear, looking up at her. She was a thin girl, and young, too. A bit like her, Julie, thought, before her transformation.
Oh, if only you knew, Julie thought. If only you knew that the power was there all along. Why settle for B cup breasts and size 4 dresses when bigger is so much better? Why settle for measurements at all, when growing feels so good?
She grabbed another section of shelving. She felt it shrink in her expanding palm, then popped it into her mouth like a lozenge. Like medicine, it was making her better, stronger, healthier. She had been sick all of her life, and didn't even know it; sick with averageness. But now, even if she were normal height, she would be the center of attention wherever she went. What would it be like to smash a man into her cavernous cleavage again, to squash him flat with an ass wider than a couch? How would he react when he felt her grow heavier on top of him, when he heard her pants first stretch, then rupture as she outgrew them? This was Julie's reality now, a world waiting to be crushed under her growing body, smashed by her enormous feet, pinned underneath her bulbous breasts, ground against her hot, gigantic pussy.
Her hunger was more than food. She hungered for size, for mass, for power. She ate another handful of the wreckage, and continued to ascend.
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June 9, 2023
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