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Ulith: Accidental Summons | #FUTA

One Way Ticket

The Haunting of Fullton Place


Ulith: Accidental Summons
by arcomniflash
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The package was relatively small with ordinary brown packaging.  Upon lifting it, Dan noted that whatever was inside didn’t seem to weigh very much at all.  The label said that it was addressed to him, so he lifted it and brought it inside.  Ever since his father had died, the items that were part of his inheritance had been arriving in the post, shipped from the old man’s estate.  Dan knew that his father had been a professor of archaeology, but he had never understood the man’s need to collect to collect all this useless junk.  Furthermore, why he had felt the need to pass it down to his son was something of a mystery.   

Dan Marsh was an accountant, his only real skill being that he was good with numbers, so he didn’t really have much of an interest in history.  Despite this, he had so far received two Egyptian statues, a collection of ornamental rings, a few stone tools which had been unearth from a dig somewhere and collection of old wax dolls.  He appreciated that his dad might have wanted him to have some of his possessions when he died, but this was getting ridiculous.

Picking up the package, he walked through to the kitchen, pausing when his wife, Sophie, looked up from the dishes.  “So what is it?”  She asked, picking up a dish and scrubbing it with the sponge. 

“More of Dad’s stuff, I guess.  I’ll open it later.”  He placed it on the kitchen table, running his hand through his short blonde hair.  “I hope that’s the last of it.   Don’t know where I’m going to put all this stuff.” 

“The statues were kind of nice.”  Sophie smiled at him, when the statues had arrived she had put them in the garden at either side of the front door.  She had thought they were exotic looking...maybe they would make the neighbours jealous.  Dan folded his arms and regarded his wife.  The mousy, brown haired woman had a pretty face and modest figure and at 5’4”, she was shorter than he was.  He moved over to her and encircled her in his arms.  She turned around and hugged him back, and as she did so he felt her small breasts press up against him.

“I know some of it isn’t all that bad…but I just don’t think we can really use it all, that’s all.”  Dan said, looking down at her.

“Well, we can sell the rest, right?  It’s probably worth quite a bit of money.”  Sophie replied.  “Now stop worrying about it.”  She stood up on tiptoes and kissed him.  “I’d better get on with the dishes if I’m going to go to the gym today.”  She gently pushed him away and turned back to her work.   Dan nodded, remembering that his wife had started this gym membership because she was getting a bit of a tummy.  He didn’t care much about that though, the two of them had been married for five years and he still loved as much as the day they met, regardless of how she looked.

He cast a glance back at the package.  It could wait - he’d have a drink and open it when Sophie was out.  If it was something she’d like then he could surprise her with it later.

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Once his wife was in the car and had headed off to the gym, Dan walked back through to the kitchen, taking his brandy with him.  He set the glass down on the table and opened a drawer, taking out a small knife to carefully tear through the packaging.  Inside he found an unassuming brown cardboard box containing Styrofoam beads, suggesting that the contents were fragile.  There was a note resting on top of the beads which, he could tell from the spidery scrawl, had been written by his father.

‘Daniel, I have asked my executor to have this item delivered to you upon my death, and I do so with the hope that you will take great care with it…’  Pausing for a moment, Daniel scraped away some of the beads and found a small jar inside.  It seemed to be made of stone, with some odd inscriptions carved onto the surface that he could neither read nor recognise.  He glanced back to the note. ‘This is a Mesopotamian sealing jar…according to the inscription on the outer shell, it contains a powerful demon.  I don’t know if such a thing exists, but after spending some time with it I felt some kind of dark aura emanating from within.  I have never had the nerve to open it, and I know that some of my colleagues might, in time, do so….hence I have given it to you in the hopes that you can take care of it and see that it remains sealed.’

His father’s signature was inscribed at the bottom of the note.  Dan raised an eyebrow at it, the old man had been many things, but superstitious was not one of them.  Whatever ‘dark aura’ his father had felt while studying the jar he couldn’t feel now.  It just looked like an ordinary jar.  He sighed and shook his head.  Sophie wouldn’t be impressed with a stone jar that probably wouldn’t sell for much.  With a sigh picked up the note and looked at it again, reaching for his glass.  As he did so, his arm brushed against the side of the jar and it wobbled for a moment before toppling over and off of the kitchen counter.

“Oh, shit!”  Dan yelled, trying to catch it.  It was too late, the jar slammed into the ground, cracking the tile it landed on and breaking in half upon impact, releasing some sort of smoke.  “Ugh, Soph is gonna kill me…” He kneeled down, more concerned over the tile floor than the jar itself.  The smoke rose up into the air, slowly swirling and coalescing, it began to crackle a little and the noise caused Dan to look up.  “What the f…?”

The smoke billowed about, appearing to increase in volume.  “Finally!”  The word reverberated through the air.  “I am free!”  The voice had sounded female, but Dan couldn’t see where it had originated from, he fell backwards, scooting along the floor and gaze up at the spectacle. 

The mist formed into a tall figure, gaining definition with each passing moment.  As Dan watch, he could see that it was female, clearly much taller than himself.  Finally, when it had finished forming the mist evaporated, leaving a woman standing in its wake.  The woman had a muscular yet feminine figure with wide hips and large, her dark red skin covered in black tattoos.  The creature’s eyes were also red, but looked like those of a snake, her achingly beautiful face framed by long, snow white hair and thick, ebony horns.  She put her hand on her wide hips and studied the man on the floor in front of her.

“Ah…you must be my rescuer!” She grinned like a shark as she looked at him.  “I am Ulith…”  She placed a hand on her chest and leaned forward in a bow.

“Are…are you a demon?”  Dan stammered, trying to edge a little further away from Ulith.

“I could be…”  She replied.  “…or I could be an angel.”  She got down on her hands and knees, crawling across the floor towards him and taking his hand, pulling it towards her and placing it on her breast.  Dan’s hand sank into the soft flesh, cupped around the hard nipple.  “I want you…”  Ulith continued.  “You released me from the jar…I can grant you anything you desire in this world, but in turn you must give me your seed.”

Dan paused, for most men, this would be a dream come true…but he was a married man, he couldn’t abandon the trust of the woman loved for this.  “I c..can’t…”  Dan murmured.

“What…?”  The demon looked genuinely surprised, as if it had never been refused like this before.  “…pleeease.”  She purred, drawing closer to him and leading his hand down towards her moist crotch.

“No.”  Dan said with more resolution, his eyes narrowing.  He wouldn’t betray Sophie for some werid succubus. 

Ulith’s eyes widen and she got to her feet.  “No?  What do you mean..no?”  She hoisted Dan up by the hand she was holding, lifting him clear off the ground in a demonstration of strength.  “Little man, I am Ulith, usurper of the nine hells.  That I take a mortal mate is a rare thing indeed…and you spurn me!?”  She seemed to strain for a moment and growled at him before letting him go.  “You were the last to touch the jar, so I require your seed to return to the underworld…”  She glared at him again, almost as if she was looking through him.  “Bah!  My magic cannot touch you!  Why do you resist!?”
“I already have a wife…I love her…so I don’t need you.”  Dan narrowed his eyes, whatever powers this creature had seemed to be impotent as far as he was concerned.

Ulith growled again, picking him up by the shirt collar. “I will have you…if I cannot change you…then I will change the world you live in.  Do you understand?  I will give you one last chance!”

Change the world he lives in…what the heck was that supposed to mean?  Dan frowned, returning her glare since she apparently couldn’t harm him.  “Go away.”   He said through gritted teeth.

Ulith twitched and tossed him across the room.  He slammed into a kitchen cabinet and the windows on it broke, showering him with glass.  “Foolish man,” the demon snarled, “when I am finished you will beg that I let you lie with me.”

And with that she was gone, vanished into vapour.   Dan didn’t know what she meant by that last comment, but he shook as he picked himself back up.   Trying to avoid the broken glass as much as possible, he got to his feet.   ‘What the hell just happened?’  He thought to himself as he walked over to the broken jar on the floor and stared down at it.  The kitchen was a mess and Sophie probably wouldn’t be happy with that, but he had larger concerns at the moment.   He put a hand over his mouth, still not fully comprehending what had gone on moments before.  Somehow, he made his way into the living room and flopped down on the couch.   What on earth was going to happen now?

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Dan was shaken from his stupor when the front door opened and closed.  His eyes widened and he stood up in a moment of panic – his wife had arrived home and she’d throw a fit when she saw the kitchen!   After all that had happened today, he didn’t need this.  Sitting back down slowly, he gripped the armrest of the couch tighter as Sophie entered the room.

When he saw his wife, Dan’s heart almost stopped.   A far cry from the mousy woman who had gone out to the gym, the one that had returned was a bombshell.  She still had Sophie’s pretty face, but she was a little taller than before, Dan would have guessed that she was now closer to 5’8”.  Compared to this morning, her breasts were huge – Sophie’s original B cup seemed to have ballooned into the D range.  She looked much thinner but had much wider hips and thighs, giving her something of an hourglass shape.  Though she wore the same clothes as before, they seemed fitted for her new figure – her V-neck t-shirt revealing much more of her cleavage than it once had.

She was carrying a brown paper bag full of groceries.  “I’m back!” She chirped, putting the groceries down on the floor and hanging her coat up on the coat rack.  When she took her coat off, Dan noticed that her arms were thicker than before as well, though that wasn’t hard since she’d been lacking in muscle tone.   Unflexed they looked to be about 11” around, a little above average.   Her ass, too, looked as though it had been crafted by the hand of god, and her jeans seemed to be straining to contain it.

“I picked up tonight’s dinner from the shop on the way home.”  She continued, Dan’s eyes following her as she sauntered across the living room, a sexy sway to her walk.  “I had a great workout today, by the way, you should think about joining the gym yourself, then we could go together…”  She blinked, noticing his stare for the first time.  “Dan…honey…you’re awful quiet, what’s the matter?  You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Huh?”  Dan could hardly find the words to reply.  “Sophie, Sophie are you okay?  What happened to you?”

“What happened to me?  What do you mean?”  She looked down at herself.  “I’m the same as always…”

“No…you…you look different, taller, bigger.”  Dan stumbled over his words as he spoke, his wife continued to regard him as if he were talking in riddles.  She paused to consider this for a second and then broke into a smile.

“Ooh…flattery will get you nowhere, mister!”  She put a hand on her hip.  “Well, that’s not true, it might get you somewhere…but let’s wait until after dinner, okay?”  She turned away and headed into the kitchen.

“Wai…”  Dan began, but when he moved to get up he saw into the kitchen, and saw that there wasn’t any damage to it at all.  It was exactly as it was before.  “What the…? How in the…?”

Sophie picked up some dishes from the sink and shook them a little to dry them off.  “So are you cooking tonight or should I?”  She asked.  To Dan it seemed rather a strange question…she always did the cooking, he was terrible at it.

“Um…how about you cook?”  He replied, not quite knowing what to say.

“Aw, but I cooked last time…was that what the compliment was for?”  She giggled.  “Okay, you convinced me, I’ll cook tonight.  However, in return you come to the gym with me next week!”

“Okay, whatever…”  Dan said somewhat despondently.  Clearly that demon had done something, but he didn’t see how it would make him want the demon more.  In fact, his wife looked hotter than he’d ever seen her.

“Oh, Dan!”  His wife said as he sat there admiring her figure.  “I met Dana, you know, Dana Thomson?   I met her today when I was at the supermarket.  She’s going to come over today after dinner.  I haven’t seen her in ages!  She moved into that house on Melburn Drive last week, so she’s pretty close by now.”   

Dan remembered Dana, she and Sophie had gone to school together.  Dana was the more generically pretty of the two, taller, fitter, long flowing blank hair.  She had been a cheerleader in high school.  Sophie and she had been pretty close - Dana was even made a bridesmaid at their wedding.  She used to live in the next state with her husband, but had got divorced recently.  Sophie had spent hours on the phone with her, crying her eyes out.  He guessed that with the freedom to move on her own, she’d chosen to move back into the old neighbourhood.

Sophie placed some vegetables on a chopping board on the counter top and was getting ready to cut them with a kitchen knife when Dan heard a creaking sound.  At first he couldn’t be exactly sure where it was coming from, until he looked over at his wife.  Maybe it was a trick of the light, but he swore she was getting taller.  Not much taller, just a small amount.  Her body seemed to strain at her clothes, the jeans made a stretching sound as her as bulged against the material, threatening to tear it.  “I swear, my panties have been riding up all day today…”  She murmured quietly.  It wasn’t just her ass though, her breast now looked more like double Ds than a simple D-cup and her t-shirt had constricted them so it looked like she were wearing a push-up bra.  Her muscles were slowly growing too, gaining definition until they were each about half an inch larger around.

Dan gasped as he watched, causing Sophie to turn and look at him.  “Huh?  What’s the matter, Danny?”  No one had called him Danny since high school.  Soon, he understood.  The demon was transforming his wife, not that the changes hadn’t been highly arousing so far, his cock strained against his slacks, but he wondered where this was going.  How big was she going to get. 

“Nothing…”  He murmured in response.  “I’m just going to check some things on the internet…”  Sophie shook her head and went back to chopping vegetables, her biceps flexing gently with the effort.

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[zarina]

Dan started his search by simply googling the demon’s name.  All the top links were related to a Carribean Island ‘Ulithi’, which he expected was a completely different thing to what he was looking for.  Searching for ‘Ulith demon’ brought up a whole list of links pertaining to ‘Lilith’, a Sumerian demon.   The name was similar but he didn’t think it was correct, since the article he read didn’t mention Lilith having red skin or horns.  Then again, how could they know what she really looked like, or how her name was spelled?  He sighed, this time forgoing the name and just looking up demons that needed to have sex with men.  He found a lot of information about succubae and it made a lot of sense when he thought about it, but the name never turned up.  Perhaps he could get hold of his father’s notes somehow - they might have something on this particular demon since he was studying the jar.  They’d be at the university, which would be closed this late in the day, he’d have to bear with this tonight and drive out there tomorrow.

One thing he was beginning to notice as he moved from website to website was that all the women in the pictures he found seemed to share attributes.  They all seemed tall and quite muscular with large breasts and wide hips, much like his wife.  As time wore on, the new pictures he found had larger women in them than before.  Could this demons power be affecting things on such a scale, or was it just his perception that was being warped, like changing the pictures on the computer?  It was a worrying thought.

“Dinner’s ready!”  He heard his wife call from downstairs, and he tore himself away from the computer.  Regardless of what was happening, Sophie was still Sophie, and he was getting pretty hungry.  He descended the staircase slowly, the pleasant smell of cooked vegetables and steak in some kind of sweet sauce wafting from the kitchen.  As he walked to the table in the dining room, he heard Sophie speaking to him from the kitchen, her voice seemed a little deeper somehow, and it had a husky quality to it.  “You shouldn’t spend so long on that computer, you know?  I can’t believe you made me cook tonight.  Oh well, I guess it isn’t so bad every once in a while.”

Turning towards the kitchen in shock at these words, Dan could do nothing but stare at the creature that emerged from the kitchen.  If Sophie’s muscle had been merely above average before, they were far beyond that now.  She looked like a heavyweight female bodybuilder, with 15” biceps and 24” thighs, all the other muscles were now clearly defined as well.  It was almost as if all the fat on her body had moved into her ass and her breasts, which had simply bypassed the cup sizes he was familiar with and now rode high on her chest, pushed out even further by her large pectoral muscles.  On their own, he estimated that they were about the size of soccer balls.  If this was at all similar to before, the tightness of her clothing suggested that she’d just grown recently.  Sure enough, her clothes once again resized to match her new figure, which was now clearly on the low end of 6’ in height.

She stepped closer to the table and laid a plate in front of him with his dinner, steak and vegetables in the sauce.  Before walking around the table and placing another plate of food where she would be sitting.  She took hold of a chair that seemed larger than any he’d seen in their house before and pulled it out so that she could sit down.  As she did so, Dan noted something that worried him far more than anything he’d seen tonight…there was a bulge in his wife’s crotch.  The jeans she was now wearing seemed to have been moulded to fit it, though they were still stretched somewhat tightly.  He hoped with all his heart that it wasn’t what he thought it was, he was starting to sweat a little.

“You’ve been staring at me a lot today.”  Sophie noted as she sat down.  “It’s kind of cute, you know?”  She picked up her fork and began to eat her food.  While Dan watched, he saw that while he only had one steak, his wife had two.  Maybe with her larger body she simply ate large portions - she probably thought she always did.

“W…well…”  Dan tried to muster a response.  “You..l..look beautiful today.”  It was a rather offhand compliment, one that he gave her quite often.  He hoped that hadn’t changed.

“Aren’t you a charmer?”  The muscular woman said with a smile.  “I swear you’re just trying to get me hot sometimes, Danny.  I do get kind of horny after a good meal…do I sense an ulterior motive?”  She licked her lips, causing Dan to shrink back a little.  She’d never been this open about sex, but she did look a little flushed and her breathing had certainly quickened.

While he ate his own meal, Dan was careful to watch his wife for any more changes.  He noticed that every so often her left hand would disappear under the table and rub her crotch a little.  Around halfway through the meal she lifted her thick arms and stretched, moaning a little as if her muscles ached a bit.  When her arms were raised, Dan heard the creaking sound again and braced himself.  It seemed as if she was getting up from the table, but Dan knew that she was simply getting slightly taller.  Her shoulders broadened and her arms thickened, the biceps capping at 16” around.  As per the previous growth spurts, her breasts and ass grew slightly disproportionately to the rest of her.  Even her neck was thicker now, her neck muscles bulging upwards at either side.  When her clothes grew to fit her, Dan noticed that some of the chairs in the room were getting bigger as well.
 
Glancing at her arm, Sophie flexed.  “Do you think I should go to the gym more?  I’ve been thinking of maybe started to go twice a week…”  She asked absently.

“No!” Dan said with a start, before meekly continuing.  “No…I mean…I think you’re fine as you are.”

“Aw…how sweet,” she replied with a grin.  “Alright, if you think it’s enough.  I guess it means we get to spend more time together.”  She finished her meal while Dan was only halfway through his.  “What’s the matter, aren’t you hungry?”

“It’s not that…I’m just…distracted…I guess.  I’ll finish it, don’t worry.”  Dan remarked while poking at a carrot with his fork.

“Well, okay, but it’s your turn to clean up when you’re done.”  Suddenly the doorbell rang.  “Ah, shit, that must be Dana.  I’ll get it, Danny, you can finish here, I’ll take Dana into the living room and you can come in when you’re finished cleaning.”  Dan wasn’t really used to this authoritarian attitude…he was usually on a rather equal footing with his wife.  She stood up to answer the door, and Dan saw that, yes, the bulge in her crotch had gotten bigger along with the rest of her.  He could hardly deny it now, Sophie, his wife of 5 years and the love of his life, had a cock.  It was outlined clearly in her jeans.  He almost spat out the piece of steak he’d been eating, instead hurriedly swallowing it.  Was this what that demon had meant?  It was going to turn his wife into a man?  She didn’t look like a man though - everything else about her was still feminine, if overly muscular.

As Dan played around with his food some more Sophie walked away from the table heading for the entrance hall.  Dan watched her ass until it disappeared around the corner, two meaty globes of flesh and muscle bobbing up and down.  He heard the bell ring again, and his wife say “Hold on, hold on, I’m coming.” Then she opened the door and there was a squeal of delight from both her and the visitor, obviously Dana.

“Dana! Thanks for coming!  Danny hasn’t seen you in ages…”  Sophie began.

“Yeah, it’ll be great to catch up with you two, Sophie.  How is the little man?”  A sultry female voice replied.

“Oh, he’s fine.  He’s just eating his dinner just now, but we can talk in the living room while he finishes.”

“Alright…say, Sophie, have you been working out?  You look great!” 

“Yeah, I’ve been going to the gym once a week for a couple of months now…”

As the two talked, the front door closed and Dan could hear them walking down the corridor.  Dana’s footsteps were a lot heavier than his wife’s and the sound was kind of worrying, especially with the way she’d called him ‘little man’.

Sophie emerged first and glanced in Dan’s direction.  “Still eating, huh?  Take your time.”  She smiled lovingly at him and then headed towards the living room.  Then Dana entered and Dan stared, his fork paused halfway between the plate and his mouth.  From the way things were going, he expected Dana to be big, but not that big.  The entrance hall was normally wide enough for two people to walk down it side by side, but Dana’s form almost entirely eclipsed the doorway.  She was wearing an incredibly tight black sleeveless vest top, obviously to show off her arms, with a matching black skirt that was so short it didn’t even cover her muscular ass entirely.  Her entire body was covered in bulky, rock hard muscle.  Her biceps must have been 17” around unflexed and her thighs were around 35”.

Her breasts were like two volley balls squashed together in her top, stretched as it was to reveal a canyon of cleavage.  He glanced at her crossed, trying to be as subtle as possible to check if she was at all similar to his wife in that regard.  Her skirt was tugged down at the front, presumably to hide the massive bulge that strained against the material.

She waved to him with a smile and he half-heartedly waved back.   “Hey Danny, s’been a while!”  The massive woman quipped, she raised one bulky arm to flick her long black hair over a football sized shoulder causing the muscle to bunch together and bulge.  Dan could barely contain his own cock, straining against his pants as it was.  “How’ve you been?  I just moved here so we’re probably going to be seeing a lot more of each other from now on.” 
“Da…Dana…hiii.” Dan moved his hands down to his crotched to try and cover himself up, blushing furiously.  Dana shifted her bulk across to the table and put her large hand on it.

“You’re really quiet, are you okay?”  She asked.  When Dan failed to respond she leaned back a little bit and cast a glance towards the living room as if she didn’t quite know what to say.  “If there’s anything wrong…just let me know, okay?  Sophie’s my best friend, and I don’t want to see her hurt.”  Dan blinked, watching the muscles shift on her body as she moved.  Dana seemed to notice this and winked at him.  “Must be tough being a guy sometimes…”
“Danaaa…!” Sophies lilting voice came from the living room doorway.  She had been watching the two of them talk and now she was getting a little impatient.  “Come in here and let Danny finish his meal, we’ve got so much to talk about…”

Dana looked at her friend, smiled and nodded then moved towards the doorway to join her friend.  Sophie took her hand and led her into the room.  Dan leaned on the table in front of him.  He felt sick with worry over what was happening to his wife, his only hope was to get to the university tomorrow and hope that there was some kind of clue to fixing this in his father’s notes.  Assuming the university still had them….no, he couldn’t think like that, they had to be there.

Instead of eating his food like he probably should have, Dan strained to listen to the conversation going on in the next room.  It started off fairly banal, with Dana asking how life in suburbia was treating the two of them, and why they hadn’t moved to the big city like she did.  They talked about work as well - it appeared that Dana now worked in construction though at least his wife still worked as a nurse, that hadn’t change.

“So…nursing, eh?”  Dana said slyly.  “You must get laid a hell of a lot in that job…”

Dan paused, what the hell was she talking about?  “Well, lots of women come in with relatively minor conditions.  It’s actually hard these days for a woman to get sick, so a lot of the staff think they’re just there because they’re horny and they want to fuck someone in a nurse’s uniform.”

Dan almost choked when she said that.  Had Sophie really been…having sex with patients at work? He heard Dana lower her voice to a sultry whisper.  “I can’t say the thought’s never crossed my mind.”  She giggled.  “I don’t get much at my job, so I get very stressed out…sometimes during break I do it with my co-workers, they’re all pretty big girls too.  Other times, when we’re really busy on a project there’s no time for that, and my cock stays hard all day.”  After listening to this, Dan stood up - he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  He snuck over to the wall next to the living room doorway so that he could hear the two of them better now that they were speaking in such low tones.

“Well, don’t worry…” Sophie said in a whisper.  “Now that you’re in the neighbourhood, we can take care of each other, you’re my best friend…I don’t want to see you…stressed out.”

“Oh, Sophie, you’re such a dear.  I feel so hot right now…look...feel here.”  There was some shuffling that made Dan anxious to take a peek around the corner to see what was going on.

“Dana!  It’s…huge!”  His wife said in a hushed tone.  “But…we can’t, my husband is in the next room…”

Dan felt his eyes well up with tears, but he stifled his voice so that he wouldn’t make a sound.  It felt like there was a lump in his throat.

“Come on…Sophie, he must know what girls are like…sometimes they just have to fuck other girls.  If he’s really bothered about it he can join in.”  Just after Dana said those words, Dan heard his wife moan a little.  He couldn’t stand it anymore and snuck a peak around the corner…luckily the two of them seemed too absorbed in what they were doing to notice him.   Dana was pawing at his wife’s breast, massaging it with her fingers.

“Dana….ah…” His wife moaned as the larger woman leaned in and gave her a long, sensual kiss, pushing her backwards on to the couch as she did so.  The couch creaked in protest at the weight of the two of them.

“Hey, watch this…” Dana sat up and curled her arms, flexing them.   She grunted with the effort as she pushed harder and harder, working not only the muscles in her arms but those in her back as well, veins pulsing as they pumped more and more blood to those regions.  Finally, there was a tearing sound as her t-shirt ripped right down the back, unable to contain her burgeoning form.  With one hand, she tore the remainder of the material from her body, exposing her magnificent breasts and cobblestone abs.

“Wow…” Sophie breathed, “…that was amazing, you’ve gotten much bigger since I last saw you, Dana.”  She reached up with her comparatively smaller hand and felt her friend’s muscles, tracing the bumps and ridges with her fingers.  The raven haired woman reached down and tore Sophie’s shirt open with both hands, revealing her large breasts as well.

“You’re not so bad yourself, kiddo.”  She said as she guided one of the muscle bound wife’s puffy nipples into her mouth and suck, teasing the tip of it with her tongue.  Sophie gasped as feelings something like electricity shot through hear, moaning a little.  In the back of her mind, she wondered where Dan was, since there was no way he couldn’t have heard them.  Those thoughts were lost in a haze, however, as Dana continued to tease her, using one hand to play with the other breast and the other to rub Sophie’s rapidly swelling crotch.  Sophie almost whimpered, her jeans were getting really tight.  Normally if she was getting hard she’d just undo the zipper and let it all hang out but she couldn’t think to do that while she was getting so much attention.

With a ripping sound, her jeans burst open.  Dan watch as a 10” long member snaked up from his wife’s crotch, thickening and hardening until it was almost 3” around.  It was much bigger than his 6” penis, which had satisfied Sophie well in enough in the past.  Dana smiled at this, glancing down through the valley of breasts between her and her friend.   “Sophie…”  She said, liking her lips.  “However did you manage to keep that in your pants?”

Using her now free hand, Dana curled her fingers around Sophie’s cock and began massaging it, slowly at first, but with increasing speed.   Thick pre-cum had already budded at the tip, and began to run down the side, moistening her hand and providing lubrication.  Sophie’s moans only increased as Dana pulled away from her and focused her attention on her friend’s engorged member.  Licking the shaft first slowly, she used one finger to pull Sophie’s jeans down a little more, letting her balls free.   Dan could only barely see from this position, but he could hardly believe the size of them, they were as big as eggs and appeared to throb gently as Dana ran her tongue over them, wetting them with saliva and taking one into her mouth. 

Dan gasped, he’d never even seen such a thing being done, the fact that it was being done to his wife of all people only compounded matters.  Bringing her mouth back to the tip of the cock, Dana licked Sophie’s glans, savouring the taste of the pre-cum for a moment before attempting to swallow the large phallus whole.  She pushed downwards, on an on, Dan could hardly believe that the woman could fit that much into her mouth.  Inch by inch she forced it down, finally bottoming out when she reached the base.  Cupping Sophie’s massive ass with her hands, she moved up and down, deep throating her friend.

At this point, Sophie had lost all reason.  “Oh…oh..aaah…oh God!  My…Dana…uh…ah..!”  Her screams intensified, building towards a climax.   Finally, she came, filling her friend’s mouth with cloudy cum.  There was so much of it that Dana’s cheeks bulged and it began to dribble from her mouth.  Pulling away, she swallowed.

“Oh..oh Dana....that was…oh…”  Sophie breathlessly tried to finish her sentence.

Dana pulled back, smiling.  “We’re not done, my sweet.  Where the heck is that husband of yours?” 

Dan pulled away and around the corner, escaping Dana’s gaze.  Unable to standing it any long, with tears running down his cheeks, he headed upstairs to the bedroom.  While on the stairs, he heard the two of them approaching from the direction of the living room. 

“Dan…Dan!”  He heard his wife shout.  “Huh?  I guess he went out.” 

“Maybe he figured that we needed some along time, you know, to catch up.”  Dana suggested in a sultry voice.  “Why don’t you show me your bedroom?  It looks like you’re still hard.”

“Oh…sure!”  Sophie replied, smiling sweetly at her friend.

When he got to the bedroom, Dan noticed that his bed had grown much larger than it had been before, presumably to allow for two people who were the size of his wife to sleep in it.  It was reinforced too, and he could guess why after what happened to couch.   Not wanting to be caught by the two of them when they were this aroused, Dan looked around for a suitable hiding spot.  The cupboard looked to be the most usable, especially since it too was larger than before.  He could even see through the wooden slats if he needed to.  He made it inside just as the two huge women entered the room.

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Sophie glanced around when she came through the door.  “He isn’t in here either…I guess he must really have gone out.”  She folded her arms, pushing her breasts up between them.  “Hmph, I thought he’d have at least said something before going out.” 
“Don’t worry about it Soph!” Dana said with a chuckle.  “I’m sure he just needed some fresh air, after all, it must have been hard for him to be around two hot babes like us, hm?”  She put her hands on her giant mammaries, squeezing them together and pursing her full lips.

Sophie frowned for a moment, though it looked as though she was holding back a laugh, she covered her mouth with a hand, tittering at the pose her friend was making.  Despite this, the sight of Dana’s half naked body caused her cock to harden a little.  “Hot..yeah…”  Sophie murmured.  She removed her jeans, tugging them down past her glutes and peeling them away from her bulging, rock hard thighs.  Casting aside the remains of her panties, she lay back on the bed, her dick pointing straight up into the air.  She sat up on her elbows, her large breasts falling to either side of her massive chest.  “Is this hot enough for you?”

Dana smiled at the brown haired girl’s splayed out form.  “Hehe, watch out, better not let your husband see you being so slutty.”  Glancing at her friend’s dick, she added, “It’s pretty damn big, but…”  She removed her skirt, letting it fall to the floor to show off a massive 11” cock and balls, bound up in a pair of overly stretched black panties.  She hooked some of the material on the underwear with her thumb and tore it away, allowing her dong to swing freely.  “Tell you what, sweetness, I got you off last time…so this time how about you let me stick this big thing in you?”  Her cock swung from side to side as she moved closer to Sophie, her hips swaying sexily as she walked.

“Heh…okay.  I guess you’ve earned it.”  Sophie said, sticking her tongue out.  She reached down and lifted her balls up, revealing her moist pussy underneath.  At least she still had that, Dan thought to himself, so it wasn’t as if his wife had turned into a man.  He shook his head, what was he thinking, she was going to be violated by the bitch any second now, and all he could do was watch.

Grabbing her own cock in one hand and Sophie’s in the other, Dana brought the tip of hers to the entrance of Sophie’s moist hole.  Rather than plunging it right in she just touched it to the lips at first, moving it around the entrance and coating it with pre-cum.  Sophie squirmed at this.  “Dana…c’mon…ah…mm…don’t…don’t tease me.  Just put it in.”

“Say please…”  Dana said with a slightly sadistic smirk.  “Say…please fuck me.”

Sophie gripped the bed sheet with one hand and kneaded her breast with the other.  “Dammit…please…please ram you big, hard cock into my pussy and fuck the hell out of me….please God..please!  That good enough?” She said, gazing manically at the monstrous, raven haired woman before her.

“Close enough.” Dana replied, and pushed forward with an ecstatic gasp.  Her cock rammed into Sophie’s hole, going deeper and deeper until it hit the wall of her cervix.  “Guh…oh..oh fuck that’s huge.”  Sophie spluttered with gasping breathes.  “Ah! Ooh, god…jesus…aaaah!  I..I can’t take it all!”

Dana gripped her friend’s ass with both hands and said “It will all fit, darling.  We’ve just got to give it a push.”  As she said it she pressed forward, putting as much of her weight into it as she could.  Sophie cried out as the massive member went even deeper into her, submerging inch after inch in moist wetness.  Her midsection bulged as Dana’s cock filled her womb.  It was only then that Dana began to pump in and out.  “Do you feel that?  Soph?  I’m fucking your womb.”  Sophie could only moan loudly in response.

Dan could only watch as Dana impaled his wife on her meaty cock again and again, he crouched down, not wanting to watch anymore.  There was a soft noise from the air around him, almost like a whispering.  When it began, it gave him a start, but as it continued he strained to hear it.  At least it took his mind off what was going on in his bed.

“Oh, fuck…ahn…I’m getting  close…aah!”  Dana yelled at Sophie’s prone form.  Sophie didn’t reply, being delirious from all the pleasure that was going to her brain.    Realising that she was about to cum, Dana pulled out and gasped, she felt her balls churn, about to pump copious amounts of semen from her cock.  Grabbing the member and rubbing it, she managed to hold it in for a moment before erupting and coating her friend in gouts of sticky white cum.
Sophie opened her eyes, looking down and wiping some of her friend’s juices from her breasts.  “Finished…hah…already…um…Dana?  I didn’t get to…ooh…come yet.”  She batted her eyes at her raven-haired friend who stood, panting at the foot of the bed. 

“Oh…don’t..ah…hah…don’t worry Soph…I’ll get you off yet.”  The musclebound woman replied, grabbing her friends rigid meat pole and positioning herself over it.  “You haven’t…even tried…this with me yet.”  And with that she plunged downwards, the metal bed squealed and buckled slightly at one end as Sophie’s cock pushed upward into Dana’s pussy.  When she reached the bottom, Dana began to move up and down, letting Sophie feel every moment of it.
Sophie’s eyes rolled back in her head and her hands reached for Dana’s hips, taking hold and helping with her movement.  “Oh…aah!  That’s right…ride me!” 
She screamed.

Meanwhile, the whispers had grown louder in Dan’s ears.  “Do you like it…?”  They said in Ulith’s soft, feminine voice.  “Do you like how she looks?  It looks like she’s having fun.”  Dan whimpered softly, not daring to say anything in case the two on the bed heard him.  “All it takes is a little change of perspective and she couldn’t give a shit about you…why don’t you just give in?  Give me what I want..”

Dan gritted his teeth - there was no way he’d give in to that demon bitch after she’d done something like this!  He’d find another way, all he had to do was get to the university tomorrow, the solution had to be there, it just had to be!

Sensing his defiance the voice continued.  “No?  Still?  You will regret that decision, mortal.  Let’s proceed then, shall we?”  There was a titter of laughter that ran through Dan’s ears, but it soon faded away.  Then he heard a familiar creaking sound, accompanied by a sensation, as if reality itself was tearing and reforming.

“Oh, god! Sophie! It feels like you’re getting bigger inside me!”  Dan heard Dana moan, he quickly sat up and looked through the slats.  The two forms on the bed were indeed growing once again, though it looked as though his wife was getting bigger at a slightly quicker pace.  Their muscles ballooned outwards, expanding just a little further with each quickened breath as if they were being inflated by the air.  In the darkness Dana looked as muscular now as any male bodybuilder he’d ever seen.  Sophie looked a little larger still!  Her form broadened to make room for more muscle, her breasts while still as soft and firm as ever, looked as they were filling with water.  Dana’s cock, bobbing about as she bounced up and down on his wife, grew fatter and longer, extending until it was just over a foot long.  Her balls grew to match, ending up around the size of small oranges.

Sophie continued to thrust up upwards, pulling Dana down onto her rock hard member.  Her movements got faster and faster, eventually she closed her eyes and curled her toes, holding her breath for a moment before moaning loudly as she filled her friend’s pussy with white hot cum.  Dan arched her back, pushed her chest up and out, making her breasts look even bigger.  “Oh…fuuuuck!” She screamed as her womb was filled to bursting, Sophie’s cock didn’t leave much room for to let the fluid out.  Dana flopped down on top of the brown-haired girl, their breast squashing together, and they lay there for a few moments gasping for air.  Finally, they smiled at each other and share a long kiss.

Dan stayed hiding in the closet, watching the two of them, his face ashen.  He was resolute though, he was the only one who could get his wife back to normal.  It didn’t make any sense to him, was the demon really so obsessed with getting him to have sex with her that she would change his wife and her friend this much?  He sagged down onto the floor, putting his arms around his knees.  It was too late tonight, and he was tired.  His head lifted a little when he heard Sophie and Dana talking to one another.

“Thanks for tonight…” Dana said with a small smile, folding her large arms beneath even larger breasts.  “…I had a wonderful time.  Shame I didn’t get to see more of Danny…well, maybe next time.”

“I don’t know where he went…”  Sophie walked over to the closet, causing Dan to duck down and hide.  “…I’ll have to talk with him when he comes back.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it, Soph! I’m sure he just had something urgent to do.”  With a smirk Dana flicked her hair behind her shoulder again.  “But hey, if you don’t want him then I’d love to have him.”

“Now, now, Dana.  Hands off!  He’s my husband after all.  I know the last guy you were with was a bit of a jerk but now that you’re in the neighbourhood, feel free to come over any time.” 

“Thanks Sophie….that really means a lot to me.   What are you doing over there anyway?”

“Well, you kinda burst right out of your clothes earlier, so I was going to loan you some of mine for the trip back.” Just as Dan managed to slip back into the deepest recesses of the closet, Sophie opened the door.   He was glad that it had grown along with everything else - he’d never have been able to hide himself in it before.  He watched from the shadows as his wife’s powerfully built arm reached inside and began the slow process of choosing clothes that would fit her friend.  He caught his breath, not wanting to make even the slightest sound while she was there.  While looking up at her, he couldn’t see her face since it was obscured by her giant hanging breasts – perhaps she couldn’t see him for the same reason.  They must have been each larger than her head now.

Finally she found something she liked and picked up out, closing the door behind her.  Dan breathed a sigh of relief and sat up, watching the two of them again.  “Do you like it?” said Sophie, modelling the thin shirt by draping it across herself and twirling around.  “It might be a little tight across the bust and loose in the shoulders, but it should do until you get back at least, right?”

“It’s lovely.”  Dana replied with a small giggle at seeing Sophie model it.  “My skirt’s still fine…I think my panties are ripped but I’ll just go commando until I get back.”  She stuck her tongue out between her teeth.

After getting dressed, the two friends hugged each other and then left the bedroom.  Dan stumbled out of the closet, and drew a deep breath - it had been getting stuffy in there.  He blinked and walked over to the bedside table, with the force of those too women screwing each other many of the objects on the table had been knocked over, including a photograph.  He picked up and looked at it, running his fingers across it.  The picture was of him and Sophie during their honeymoon in the Caribbean.  He remembered the trip and started sobbing a little at the memory, unable to hold back his emotions.  The picture didn’t reflect his memories any more - while before it had been a picture of him hugging his smaller wife from behind, now his wife was behind him.  The large woman almost completely eclipsed his form, her large arms encircling him while he looked up lovingly at her and her down at him.

With a sigh he put the picture back where it had fallen.  Upon hearing his wife returning up the stairs, he leapt back into the closet.  Sophie stretched her arms and yawned as she entered the room, slumping down on the bed.  “Dan…where are you?”  She muttered before turning off the light, leaving only a darkened outline of her body visible.  Dan watched her bulky form from his hiding place, hoping that once she was asleep the demon would leave her alone.  He listened as her breathing as it deepened and slowed, a sign that she was falling asleep.  He carefully opened the closet door and crept out so as not to wake her, and as he drew closer to the bed he heard her mumbling in her sleep.

“Mm…D…Dan…ah…” She whispered.  Dan raised his eyebrows and smiled as his eyes welled up once again.  To him, this was a personal victory.  Despite all the changes that Ulith had wrought, Sophie was still thinking about him, she was still his wife.  He climbed into bed, trying to get used to the foreign weight of the much bigger body at his side.  Closing his eyes, he hoped that tomorrow he could right everything somehow…better yet, he hoped that he would wake up tomorrow and this would all have been some kind of fever dream.   His mind started to wander, and he began to drift off to sleep.  Just before he lost consciousness, however, he heard a familiar creaking sound.

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Waaaait a minute.  This is my story, 'zarina'!  I just didn't post it on here because it had futanari in it.

Should I post the rest of this?

- Arc

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The story is already up, so, finishing the story shouldn't be a problem. It might be moved to the another section in the forum or stay in this section.

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Eh..alright.  If people like it then karma would be much appreciated.

- Arc

Chapter 2 - Parental Guidance
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Dan awoke to the sound running water, the sounds of someone taking a shower in the en suite that was connected to his master bedroom.   He shifted a little in his bed, groaning and touching his head lightly with his fingers.  That was some crazy dream he had last night, demons changing the world, his wife turning into a hulking hermaphrodite and having sex with her best friend, none of it made any sense. 

He stretched out on the bed as he was want to do whenever he was alone in it…only to discover that it was far smaller than he had thought it would be.  In the process of stretching out, he had almost fallen off it.  He sat up in a state of confusion to find himself lying in a single bed!  Where was the double bed that he and his wife slept in?  It was there, all right, a few feet away.  There were now two beds in the room, one larger king-size bed that he was accustomed to and the single bed he was sitting on now.  The two beds were separated by a nightstand with a clock and a lamp on it.  The clock read “11:14am”.

He heard splashing sounds and heavy grunts mixed in with the trickling sound of the water.  His heart sank and a cold sweat set in as he realised that however dreamlike last night had seemed, it may not have been a dream after all.   There was a cry from the shower room, as if someone had just found release, the voice feminine enough to belong to Sophie.  The flow of the water slowly ceased and there was a creaking sound – something heavy was moving around in there.  Dan could hear his wife drying herself off with a towel and braced himself for the door opening.

When his wife opened the door, Dan stared at the opening with a subtle feeling of dread as the steam poured out of the opening revealing his wife.  She had grown again...she must have gotten bigger during the night.  When he’d fallen asleep she had just crossed the threshold into the 6’ mark, but now she looked at least 6’5”…9” taller than he was.  Her muscles had grown thicker and stronger as well, her back covered in ridges and deep valleys that made her lats spread out almost like wings.  Maybe there were male bodybuilders who had that level of muscle, but they’d have been among the strongest men in the world.  Even though she had such a wide back, and was turned away from him, drying her hair in the mirror, he could see her enormous breasts sticking out to either side.  What were they now?  H-cups? It was hard to tell from this angle.

She had tied a full-size towel around herself to hide her modesty, but it didn’t look like it could contain her at all, and was already coming undone.  Her sculpted ass was in full view, bulging out beneath the furthest point the two could reach.

Suddenly, the towel fell away.  “Oops, c’mere you.” Sophie said as she bent over to scoop up the offending cloth and tie it back around herself.   As she bent over it gave Dan a good look at her big, hard butt and enlarged pussy.  The clit stuck out like a small thumb, and Dan could just make out the beginnings of her ball sack as it vanished between her tree trunk thighs.

Gulping as if her were swallowing a bullet, Dan stood up and quickly retrieved the remote control from next to the room’s small television, turning it on to take his mind away from his erotically charged wife.

Immediately the sounds of two women in mid-coitus reached his ears as the picture came into focus.  He furrowed his brow – how could they show this kind of thing at this time of day?   The two women were even larger that Sophie, though it was difficult to tell from their surroundings since the camera was zoomed in quite close most of the time.

A gorgeous red-haired behemoth was slamming her giant cock into a black woman’s waiting pussy.  The black woman was the larger of the two, with muscles that looked as though they wouldn’t have much trouble bench pressing a car.  Her arms must have been at least 24” around!  The red-haired woman grabbed the black woman’s tits from behind, groping her roughly as she pounded the actress.  Dan gasped at this, though his own penis seemed to be rising up unbidden as well.  Unable to take any more, he switched to the next channel.

It looked like a news programme, with a tall, buff anchor-woman flanked by two, much smaller men.  The woman was talking about how fewer and fewer women were getting married to men, and how this was affecting the country’s birth rate.  Dan nodded a little, finally understanding why he and his wife were still married despite him feeling somewhat useless to her – women still needed men to have children.

“Hey!  Change it back, that’s my favourite show!”  Dan heard his wife say from the doorway.  He turned to look at her and she gave him a radiant smile.  His heart leapt into his throat, even more so than yesterday, she was gorgeous.  Her skin was flawless, and looked as soft as silk.  All the little imperfections that had once resided on her face, such as the odd dimple or spot, had simply vanished.  Glancing downwards, he saw that the towel also failed to cover her cock.  There was simply no way it could, either, since the shaft had grown along with the woman it was attached to.  Although soft it was a little over a foot long, the same size as it had been erect the night before.

Sophie walked over to him, a sexy sway to her hips, and sat down on the bed beside him.  “Morning, sleepy!” She leant in and kissed him on the cheek.  “You were out for a long time, where did you go last night?”
“Oh…I, uh….I went for a walk, you and Dana seemed like you had a lot to catch up on.  I didn’t want to get in the way.” Dan lied.

“Oh, Danny!” Sophie said with a smile.  “You wouldn’t have got in the way, I’m sure Dana wanted to talk to you just as much as me.  She hadn’t seen you in a while, you know?”  She took his hand in her larger one.  “I mean, last night was fun, but I wish you’d been there too…”

“Sophie….”  Dan breathed.  He wondered if his wife knew what she was asking of him. 

“Oh…by the way…”  Sophie continued, twirling her damp hair in the fingers of her other hand.  “…we might need a new couch.  Dana and I got a bit rough with the old one last night…and…well…I’m sure you saw it when you came in.”

“Y…yeah…” Dan stammered, knowing that he’d likely have to be the one to buy said new couch.  He frowned a little - but if he took care of Ulith then he wouldn’t need to since everything would return to normal.  Maybe that would fix the couch too.

Sophie picked up the remote and changed the channel back to whatever porn was on before.  The two women were still going at it.

“This is Cockswell Manor,” she said with grin, “I love the characters in this show, they’re so ripped!”

Dan could only muster an “uh huh” in response to that, clearly her tastes had changed as well.  His wife’s eyes practically sparkled while she watched the screen.  Her hand released his and moved towards her crotch, rubbing her own member as it swelled next to him.  A soft moan escaped her lips as the cock grew larger and larger, rising up from the valley in between her 34” thighs.  Dan couldn’t help but be swept up in this, and his breathing quickened.  His wife closed her eyes and paused.

“No, better wait till later, we’ve got a visitor coming today…I don’t want to make a mess.”  She said with slight sigh.

“What?”  Dan sat forward.  “I’ve got to go to the university today, some of my Dad’s stuff is still there, and they can’t ship it.”  It wasn’t a lie, per say, he did want to get a look at his Dad’s notes.  He also wanted to talk to his wife about it…but finding a way to say that didn’t make him sound crazy was really difficult.

Sophie shook her head in response.  “No way, mister!  Your mother is coming over today, she hasn’t been here in ages and the least you can do is say hello.”

Dan span around, raising his eyebrows.  His mother?  That was impossible!  His mother had been bedridden for years.  They occasionally went to visit her, not the other way around.  Unless, oh God, it couldn’t be.

Noticing his surprise, Sophie folded her massive arms, causing her biceps and triceps to stand out and clash with the soft suppleness of her burgeoning breasts.  While they were 20” around normally, when flexed like that they may have been as big as 22”!  “Yeah, she was on the phone this morning.  When I said that we had a new gym set downstairs, she wanted to come over and try it out.” She reached out and prodded him, probably harder than she intended to, and he almost fell off the bed.  “So that means that you’re staying here!  Just for a few hours, okay?”

With a weathered expression, Dan nodded.  It should be alright if it was only a few hours…surely she couldn’t grow much more in that time…right?  He thought a little about what she’d said and blinked.  Gym set?  Dan vaguely recalled that Sophie had asked him to get some exercise equipment for them a week or so ago, but at the time it had been too expensive.  It seemed that in this version of events she’d got what she wanted. 
“Okay…”  He said with a wilting sigh.  His wife put her arm around him, pulling him close to her.  He could feel the power behind that arm, it was a little frightening.  Despite the changes, Sophie still loved him, so she would never hurt him…right?  With arms that big she might do it unintentionally.

“Let’s get dressed, okay?”  She chirped, and stood up, heading to the closet and expecting him to get his own close out of the small drawer near his bed.  It didn’t take him long to get dressed, he just threw on some clothes – boxers, socks, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.  It took Sophie a lot longer…after removing the towel and revealing her six pack abdomen, she had to somehow stuff herself into a pair of black panties.  While they had a pouch to hold her male parts, they still seemed rather tight and looked as if they rode up her ass horribly.  She adjusted them a little and still seemed a bit uncomfortable, but shrugged and continued getting dressed anyway.
The bra also turned out to be a little problematic.  She got it around her neck and hefted her breasts into the cups, but when the time came to reach around and clip it at the back it just wouldn’t reach.  She gritted her teeth and pulled harder, he muscles bulging with the effort, but the bra gave out before she did.  It tore at the front, ripping in half as it reached the maximum amount of strain it could manage.  Sophie’s breasts bounced freely and she sighed.

“I guess I don’t really need a bra anyway.”  She rubbed her breasts.  “I think I must’ve gotten a little bigger though, maybe that gym set you bought me is really working!” Dan gave her a look of surprise, had she noticed that she was getting bigger.  No, it couldn’t be, not completely, she’d have completely freaked out if she knew the full extent of it.   Still, if there was ever a time to start talking to her about this, now was that time.  Sophie slipped a pink top on over them, and donned some slacks as well.  The slacks looked as if they had been painted on, and they creaked when she moved, but they remained loose enough that moving around wasn’t difficult.  “Okay, now I just need to dry my hair and I’m ready.”

“Listen, Sophie…” Dan began, determined to at least talk to his wife a little about what was going on.  “…there’s no way that’s just a *little* bigger.”  He folded his arms.

“What do you mean?  I measured myself this morning…I’ve gained an inch in the chest and around the arms, that’s not so much…”

“You’ve grown about a foot since yesterday evening!  How is that a little!?”

“What?”  She looked at him as if he were mad.  “Danny, what are you talking about?  I’ve always been about this height…”

“Sophie…quit calling me Danny.  You never did before yesterday and you know I don’t like it.  Also, didn’t you notice the bedroom?”

His wife was staring at him now.  “The bedroom?  What about it?”  She asked, looking around the room.

“There are two beds in it, for one thing…and it’s much bigger than it was yesterday…”

“Danny…Dan…I’ve called you Danny since we met, I thought you liked it.”  She paused and looked around at the bedroom again.  “And the bedroom is the same size it’s always been…we’ve always had two beds, most married couples do…Dan…are you alright?”

Dan sighed, this wasn’t working.  His wife didn’t understand because she didn’t remember any of the changes…or at least the majority of them.  He cast his eyes over her body, when he thought about it she did look quite sexy, with massive breasts and thighs…even the bulk was starting to get him going.   Still, he couldn’t let this keep going on…she might eventually grow out of his reach, and he was worried about what would happen when she did.  Although, if she was starting to notice that something was amiss, maybe he could talk about it more in the afternoon.  “I’m fine, Soph, it’s just…something weird is going on.   Could we talk later?”

“Sure, Dan…any time…”  At that very moment, the doorbell rang.  “Oh crap!  Your mother must be here already, go get the door while I do my hair!”

This was just for a little while, Dan told himself.  He’d pander to his mother until she left then get to the university, pick up the notes and bring them home if he could, read them, and then discuss what was happening with Sophie with the info from the notes to back him up.  He was a little worried about how his mother would look right now but it was nice that she was up and about.  He hadn’t been around to see her himself in quite some time.
Anxiously making his way down the stairs, he heard the doorbell ring a couple more times, insistently.  When his mother had been able to walk before she’d done the same thing, it had to be her.  Just before he reached the door, he heard an almost ethereal tittering laugh in the back of his mind, followed by that odd creaking noise and sensation that he’d felt before.  It worried him a little so, mentally preparing himself, he reached out and opened the front door.

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The women that stood before him certainly didn’t look like an old lady - she looked rather young, maybe early thirties.  When he looked upon her body, he could barely conjure the words in his head to describe it.  If Sophie was massive, then this woman was gargantuan!  She look at the upper end of 6’ tall, maybe around 6’9”’.  Her arms were at least 23” around, and she wasn’t even flexing them.  He biceps looked like cantaloupes, framed by triceps and leading up to shoulders that would have looked like a football players shoulder pads if they weren’t bare.  Her alabaster thighs were like marble pillars, 40” around and topped by diamond hard deltoids.

She was easily two and a half feet wide, and she needed all of that width to accommodate her truly magnificent breasts.  Sophie may have been an H-cup this morning but this woman looked to be more in the K range, with tits like water melons squeezed into a yellow sundress with a flower pattern that was clearly at least a size too small for them.  The material was stretched to the point of tearing as it was, so he expected that too much movement from her would rip it in half.  Glancing down, he saw that like other women he had seen recently she had a large bulge in her crotch.  The tight dress and whatever panties she was wearing were clearly constraining whatever mass she might have down there, but it was clear that she was big in that department too.

Aside from the sundress, she wore a straw sun hat and large, circular glasses.  Her blond hair cascaded down her shoulders, straight at first but becoming curlier as it went.  With one large hand she held her hat onto her head, obscuring much of her face.  Dan fought to find the words, his mouth moving as if he were gasping for air.

“Danny!” The woman exclaimed before he could utter a single word.  “How’s my baby boy doing?”  The huge woman scooped him up in her arms like a rag doll and hugged him to her chest, for a moment he thought he would suffocate in between her giant tits.  For a moment he wished he had. What the hell was going on!?  The woman released him, letting him breath and fall back to the floor, he fell onto his ass when he hit the ground and stared up at her.

“Sorry…” She said with a loving smile.  “…sometimes I don’t know my own strength.  Now where’s that lovely wife of yours?”

The more he stared, the more he recognised her.  It was his mother, clearly, but she was a far cry from the old, weak, woman she had been before.  Whatever Ulith had done, his mother now looked less than half her age, and like she had spent her entire life in the gym.  No, even more than that, this kind of musculature was hardly even possible on a human, let alone a woman.  He realised that she was staring back at him, a slight look of concern on her face, and that he should probably reply to her question.  It took him a moment to gather his thoughts.  “She’s upstairs, drying her hair.”  He used his thumb to indicate the flight of stairs behind him.

As if bidden by his words, Sophie appeared on the second floor landing.  Dan’s eyes widened a little when he saw her.  He half expected it from that creaking noise he had heard earlier, but it was still astonishing to see…she had grown again.  She wasn’t as big as his mother in terms of sheer muscle mass or size, but she stood at about the same height.  The difference being that she was wearing high heels…and it made her over 7’ tall.  “Mrs Marsh!” She said with a winning smile as she carefully descended from the second floor.

“Sophie!” Dan’s mother called back, stepping past Dan and meeting the woman at the bottom of the stairs.  She embraced the girl in a bear hug, their breasts squashing together cause a canyon of cleavage to form between the two.  “You’re family now, girl, you can call me Kara.”  Kara smiled, continuing the hug.  Dan walked past the two of them, glancing to the side at them as he did so and noticing that his mother was grabbing his wife’s ass, pressing her fingers into it.  Sophie moaned from the sensation, and Kara continued to smile.  “You always did have such a nice, big tushie, my dear.  I’m so glad you married into this family.”

“Ah…me too.”  Sophie replied with a sigh.

Kara stepped back and looked at her.  “It looks like you’ve put on a little muscle too!  It’s about time!”

“Um…yes…well.  If I put on any more I’m going to have to buy myself a new set of clothes.  These are already feeling quite tight.”  Sophie adjusted her top.

“Oh, I can understand that!” Kara replied, pulling Sophie a little tighter against her and causing a tear to form on her sundress between her breasts.  “It’s just a girl thing, our bodies get a little out of control sometimes.”
“It’s only because you always buy such tight clothes Mrs M…Kara.”

“Okay, okay, you got me.  It’s just because I like the feeling of tearing fabric.”  Dan’s mother laughed and Sophie joined her, laughing along with her for a moment.  The both of them paused, staring into each other’s eyes for a moment.  Kara drew her hands back and patted Sophie on the shoulder before removing her sun hat.  “So you said on the phone your couch is broken…”

“Yeah…well, the legs are broken but the cushions are fine.  I took the back off it this morning and pushed it against the wall so we can sit on it.”  Sophie said with a nod.  The three of them walked through to the living room, with Dan reluctantly following at the back.  He noticed that the back of the couch had literally been ripped off and was now resting against the far wall.  Blinking, he wondered exactly how strong his wife was.   

Sophie sat down on the remains of the couch and glanced at Dan, patting the cushion next to her so that he would side down.  He sat, but felt a little uncomfortable with his wife taking up most of the room with her bulk.  Meanwhile, Kara sat down in the big chair on near the window.  It seemed to have gotten bigger during the night as well, so that she could actually fit into it.

The two women chatted to each other for the next few hours, during which Dan was asked to go and get some tea for them twice.  The topic of conversation was generally mundane, but he noticed that they were very open with each other in regards to their sex lives.  His mother said that she missed her husband but at least her friends came over often to ‘keep her company’, while she said this she made a jerking off motion with her hand.  Sophie admitted that she hadn’t had sex with Dan for a while, but that she was interested in having children as soon as he was ready.

Dan felt embarrassed by this turn of conversation, and spent most of the time in silence.  His mother noted that he was being very quiet today but he just waved off her concern by telling her that he wasn’t feeling very well.   After all, what could he say to them?  The sooner she left the sooner he could get on with things.  Besides, he might be her soon but he was still a man, and with the way she looked now…

“You’d better keep an eye on him…” Kara said to his wife, “…you know how easily boys get sick, well, compared to us girls anyway.”

Sophie just rolled her eyes at this – she was a nurse, she didn’t need her mother-in-law telling her how to do her job.  She put a large hand to her husband’s forehead.  “Well, you do feel a little warm, but you don’t look too bad.  Just a little flushed…”

Dan sighed at this and took his wife’s hand.  “Well, it’s been a rough couple of days.”
 
“Oh, don’t be such a baby.  You’re fine.”

At this, Dan folded his arms and sighed, he wasn’t used to his wife mothering him like this.  It seemed as though he would have to bear with it.  He patted her arm, gently.  “It’ll be fine, honey.”

Sophie raised an eyebrow at this odd turn of phrase and nodded before glancing at his mother.  The conversation continued, and Dan grew increasingly anxious, anticipating that Ulith would choose to make the both of them grow while they talked.  Oddly, nothing happened. 

Kara then talked about how big Sophie had gotten, and that the new weight machine must have really done her some good.  “So…where is it anyway?  I kind of want to try it out!”
“Ah, yes!  It’s down in the basement.  Did you bring any gym clothes?”  Sophie was surprised at the sudden shift in the conversation.

“Sure did,” the bulky woman stretched a little, “Danny, be a dear and get Mommy’s bag from her car, would you sweetie?”  She reached a hand between her breasts and pulled out a set of car keys, before saying to the both of them “What? It’s a useful space…”

Dan, caught up in watching the two of them as he was, blinked as his mother asked him the question.  She hadn’t talked to him like that since he was a little kid.  He only barely caught the keys as they were gently tossed to him.  He frowned a little and watched his mother some more, finding his eyes drawn to her massive chest.

“Danny?”  His mother said, raising a hand to delicately adjust her glasses only so that she could peer over them.  “My face is up here.  Hurry and get my bag.”

Dan rushed out to the car.  It didn’t look like any car he’d ever seen - it was much bigger, with larger seats.  When he opened the door, he saw that the seat could be adjusted, bringing it much closer to the steering wheel so that someone his height could use it.  While outside, he took the opportunity to look around and he saw a few people just walking along the street going about their day.  There was a woman in business attire, from one of the houses up the street, who looked like she was heading to work.  Her dress suit was bulging at the seams and the buttons looked ready to pop off her shirt.  She spotted him watching as she got into her car and gave him a small wave.  Dan waved in return, absently, and grabbed the bag from the car.

He found it to be extremely heavy, having to carry it with both hands.  When he peered inside he saw that it only contained clothes, a lot of cosmetics, a purse and some large jewellery.  He put it on the ground and zipped it shut, struggled with it a little as he carried it back to the house.

He found his mother waiting at the front door for him, breasts jiggling slightly as she tapped her foot.  When he reached her, she held out her and he hefted the bag into it with a grunt.  She smiled and lifted the bag away from him without even needing to use her other hand, her bicep bulged with thick striated muscle as it rose into the air.

“It would have been faster if you got it yourself…”  Dan wheezed, noting her impatience.

“Well, what would the point of that be when I could have my big strong man get it for me instead?”  She said with a giggle.  Dan raised an eyebrow, in all the years he’d known her he could have counted on one hand how often he had heard his mother giggle.  “I’d better hurry up.  Your wife already went upstairs to get changed!”

He watched his mother bounce up the stairs with more energy than he’d ever seen her possess.   Glancing back at the front door, he thought that getting out and heading to the university right now seemed an inviting option – it was more difficult a decision than he expected, since he was curious to see just how strong Sophie was.

Leaning against the wall for a few minutes, he breathed a sigh.  These growth spurts that the women were having seemed to come at irregular intervals, maybe it was just whenever Ulith pleased.  He heard a creaking noise and his eyes darted upwards…but it was only the noise of his wife and mother appearing on the landing, their heavy weights bearing down on the wooden floor.

“Well, Danny, how do we look?” His mother asked when she arrived at the bottom of the steps.  She was dressed in a skin tight sleeveless top with running shorts, though on her the shorts looked more like hot pants, a large portion of which was taken up by the fat bulge in the centre.  Her breasts bulged out of the top and sides of the top, leaving little to the imagination.  Her bare midriff revealed a diamond hard eight pack. 

On the other hand, his wife was dressed a little more conservatively, with a white t-shirt and long shorts.  At least he assumed they were once long shorts, her delts completely distorted their shape, and they seemed to be riding up her ass.  In fact, the whole outfit seemed a little too short.   He remembered the t-shirt, Sophie had bought it when she graduated from college, but the letters denoting her alma mater were now stretched across her bust.

“Wow…” was all that Dan could say when he looked at the both of them.  He gave himself a mental shake - this wasn’t the time to get carried away!  The both of them did look hot in those tight clothes though.  He regarded the floor for a moment - one of them was his mother…it felt weird to look at her that way.

“Aw, look at him.”  Kara said with a chuckle.  “He’s practically foaming at the mouth we look so hot!”

Sophie put her hand on her hip.  “He’s probably foaming at the mouth because your gym clothes are a few sizes too small!”

“Speak for yourself.”  Kara replied, smirking.

Sophie turned a bright red and attempted to pull her shorts up to hide her modesty a little better.  “I…I’ve just been working out a lot recently, that’s all!”  She waved her hands in a panic.

“Hehe, well, why don’t you show me your technique?” Kara turned to her son and beckoned to him.  “The machine’s downstairs, right Danny?  Why don’t you come and watch us work out?”

“Ah…well…I…”  Dan dithered over this a little.  This might be the ideal time to let the two of them get on with their own thing while he went out to get his father’s notes…then again, he was curious to see how strong his wife now was.

“Um…I don’t know if Danny would be interested in watching us all morning.”  Sophie attempted to cover for her husband, maybe she could appeal to Kara’s sensibilities.  “I mean, it’d be a little boring, right?  And he’s been quite busy lately…”

“Nonsense!”  Kara cut in with a jovial expression.  “He’s a boy, just like any other.  What boy wouldn’t be thrilled at the prospect of watching two sexy ladies like us getting all sweaty and pumped?” 
Dan started to say something, but paused, it wasn’t as if his mother was wrong.

“You see?” Kara continued.  “He’s so excited about it he can’t even speak!”

Sophie glanced back to Dan and gave him a somewhat worn look, as if to say ‘It’ll be alright, it’s just for a little while’.  She turned back to Kara and gave her a small smile.  “The gym room’s downstairs.  Let’s go.” 

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Before the changes had started, Dan had mainly used the basement for storage and had rarely ever gone down there.  Much to his surprise it was now clean, tidy and spacious.  The ceiling was high enough that even at the dizzying height his mother and wife now stood at their heads were still a few inches short of it.  It was well lit, with wood panelled walls and a large mirror at one end.  In short, it looked like a gym.  There was a large weight machine in the centre of the room, with a few free weights stacked next to it.

Kara put her hands on her hips as she regarded the machine.  It looked like the standard type used for strength training, with different sections of it used for the different muscle groups.  The only two differences between this one and the ones that Dan had used before in ordinary gyms were that it was much larger and the seat cushions were a hot pink color.

“It’s gorgeous!” His mother announced, hurrying over to it and pulling at the various parts to test them out.  “What’s the maximum weight?  Did you put it together yourself?”  She continued with a girlish glee.

Sophie walked over to the machine herself.  “Well, the max weight is…2000lbs, I guess.  I carried all the parts down here…and the weights, but it was Dan that showed me how to put it together.”  She cast a shy smile back at her husband.  He looked back, turning away at the last moment – despite having never really been attracted to women who were…her size…before, he thought that Sophie looked absolutely radiant, standing there bristling with muscle.

He thought for a moment, and paused. 2000lbs? His eyes widened.  That was a ton.  Were women in this changed world really so strong that they could lift a ton?  There was no way, absolutely no way that it was possible.  He sat there and watched as the two women began their warm up stretches, limbering up in slow motions.  Sophie had her eyes closed, but he caught his mother casting furtive glances at her as put her arms behind her and thrust her chest out for one of the stretches.

Afterwards, Kara sat down on the machine while Sophie loaded up the weights. “How much do you want?”  She asked, removing the peg.

“Oh, let’s start with a warm up, dear.  Just put it to about 500.” 

“Okay.”  Sophie nodded and put the peg back into the slot.  Dan started to sweat a little, his mother was about to warm up with 500lbs of weight.  He backed up until he felt a wall behind him, leaning on it for support.

She started with a few bicep curls, grabbing the pulley that hung from the top of the machine and pulling it towards her.  Her muscle expanded with the effort as she pushed her way up to twelve reps with one arm and then the other.  After doing various other exercises with her arms – working on her triceps and shoulder muscles, she hooked her meaty arms around the pads at the top of the machine and pulled them forward to work on her pectorals.  As she brought her arms together, her breasts bulged within the tight top.  With the last rep, the top tore in the middle, causing a small amount of breast flesh to spill out underneath.  Sophie watched this with rapt attention, and Dan started to get the impression that his mother was showing off for his wife.  He could see why, unable to turn away as he stared in fascination.

Before moving onto the leg exercises, she paused.  “I want to see you work out before we change the weights.”   Sophie nodded and let Kara get up, sitting down herself.  It didn’t even look like his mother had broken a sweat yet.  As his wife went through the routine, he caught his mother rubbing her own crotch.  The bulge there was growing, tightening the fabric around her thighs.

One Sophie had finished she looked up at Kara.  “Ah…do you want to do your legs now?”  Her face was red, and while she wasn’t sweating she was clearly getting hot and bothered in a different way. 

“No, you go ahead.”  Kara replied, licking her lips.  They moved the weights up to 650lbs. Dan had never seen anyone take that much weight, but these two were using it as a warm up for their legs.  Sophie curled her shins behind the leg press and began to move it up and down.  If he hadn’t been so shocked by it, he’d have found it amazing that anyone could do that.

Kara had her turn, and at his point the material around her legs looked as though it was starting to rip away as well from all the pressure.  His wife was staring at the bulge, her eyes glazed a little bit.  His mother paused.  “See anything you like?”  She said with a sly grin.

Sophie blinked.  “Huh?  Well…I…uh…” She stammered.

Kara put her hand over her mouth as she giggled.  “Why don’t you increase the weight?  I want to get a real workout this time.”  Obligingly, Sophie removed the peg and put it up to the 700lbs mark.  Kara shifted her weight a little, sitting back before doing one rep at that weight experimentally.

“More.” She said, in a matter-of-fact voice.  Sophie put it up to 750lbs.  She tried again before rolling her eyes and glancing back at the statuesque woman kneeling beside the machine.  “More!” She ordered.  Sophie put it up to 800lbs.

Dan slid down the wall as his mother started doing reps at that weight.  He felt like he shouldn’t be surprised by this anymore after all he had seen, but he was still in awe.  “Mm…agh”, his mother moaned as her muscles bulged with the pressure.  The shorts she wore now looked like a strip of cloth with thickening python of flesh straining to get out in the middle.  Sophie’s own cock had begun to harden and she adjusted it slightly with her hand, releasing it from its pouch and allowing it to snake down her thigh beneath her far too tight leggings.

Kara reached the last rep with a slight groan and practically growled “Twelve!” With that the crotch of her shorts ripped entirely in the middle and her cock, having been sealed within its prison for the duration, leapt free, uncoiling at the base.  Dan put his hand over his mouth as his mother’s cock flopped onto the hot pink cushion and her heavy balls spilled out behind it.  Even after having seen Sophie’s 12” soft dong this morning, this was absolutely gigantic.  It wasn’t even fully hard, didn’t even look half erect, but it still managed to reach a size of about 15”. 

His mother sagged back against the machine.  “Ooh…oh my, that was good.” A sheen of sweat now covered her body, and her musk began to fill the room.  Sophie had started to pant while she had been watching, and now looked ready to pounce.  Dan looked from one to the other, if he was going to intervene, then he should do so before things got any further out of hand.  He really didn’t know if he could control his wife when she got like this, however, and some part of him did want to see how this would turn out.

Kara regarded her with one eye, grinning.  “Looks like someone’s horny…” Her massive pole began to rise, up and up, becoming harder and thicker as it went.  It paused ponderously at a size of 18”, and Kara leaned forward.  “I can go bigger, but I’ll need a little help.”

Her mind overwhelmed with lust, Sophie moved forward to stand in front of her mother in-law.  With one hand she pulled at her own t-shirt, creating a space between her abs and the material, with the other she grabbed Kara’s cock.  As Sophie’s hand closed tightly around her penis, Kara moaning and gripped the sides of the machine she was sitting on.

Sophie forced the thickening shaft up behind her t-shirt and in between her breasts.  She knelt down as well, speeding the rate at which the cock made its way through the valley of soft flesh.  Kara whipped her head back as Sophie began to grind her member in between her breasts.

“Oh…ooh…I...I’ve…mm…done this myself so many times…”  Kara panted as she felt the soft sweaty pressure close around her, massaging her.  The apple sized cock head popped out from in between Sophie’s tits and she bowed her own head to meet it, enclosing her lips around it and playing with the opening using her tongue.

“Oh! Ah…oh gawd!...but it…feels so much…ahn…better when someone else does it!”  Kara gasped.  Sophie had finished merely tonging the slit at the end of the huge dong and had now begun to suckle at it, all the while keeping up the motion with her breasts.  Kara could feel the huge, rock hard pectoral muscles beneath Sophie’s breasts contrast with the soft tissue above them.  The base of her cock slid in between the younger girl’s swollen eight pack abs.

There was a tearing sound as Sophie’s own cock tore through her shorts, now a healthy 16” and about half erect.  It looked smaller than Dan’s mother’s and yet it was about twice as big as any man’s he’d ever seen.
“Oh fuuuck!”  Kara yelled, falling backwards onto cushion as cum sprayed from her rod in jets.  Most of it landed in Sophie’s mouth, falling in thick globs.  The rest painted her face, trickling down her cheeks and pooling in between her breasts.  She pulled back, causing Kara’s cock to slide out of her cleavage and tear through her caked t-shirt like paper.

“Mm…Kara…ah…I’m so hard, I’ve got to…aah…”  Sophie grabbed her engorged member and ran her hand over it as it pulsed with power.

Kara giggled.  “Oh, go ahead my dear, I don’t mind…”  She reached forward, sitting up a little in order to do so, lifting her balls out of the way to reveal her wet pussy.  “Here you go.”  She winked at Sophie, her muscles rippling as she lay back again.

Staring in between her breasts and lining her cock up with Kara’s hole, Sophie stepped forward, driving herself inside.  Both women gasped as inch after inch of that huge pole was pushed inside.  Sophie closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, moaning a little.  “Oh…it’s soooo tight.”  Dan’s mother just gripped the metal poles of the machine that were in reach as hard as she could, her head back in ecstasy.

Sophie’s butt gyrated in and out as soon as she’d pushed her cock in all the way in to the base.  She let herself fall forward on top of Kara, trapping the woman’s larger member in between the two of them and moving back and forth.  The both of them were now completely coated in sweat, gasping and moaning as they fucked on the weights machine, their muscles swelling and relaxing as they moved.

Dan sat there watching them, his arms wrapped around his knees.  Idly, he wondered if they would notice if he just got up and left.  Still, this was making him kind of hard as well.   There was a pang of disgust in the back of his mind when he reminded himself that it was his wife and mother that were doing this, but he kept watching anyway.  As time passed, he realised that he was getting more and more used to this, it was a strange thought.   Maybe he could wait for a little bit.

It took about fifteen minutes, but eventually Sophie felt her balls tense and she gasped as she came.  She filled Kara’s sopping pussy fully of thick white fluid, gritting her teeth and growling as she did so.  Sophie leaned forward, sticking her tongue in Kara’s mouth and drawing the woman into a deep kiss.  Kara put a hand on Sophie’s expansive chest pushing her away and putting a finger on her lips.  “Want to feel something really good?  Go and put your hands on the wall.”

Sophie was breathing heavily, but still felt aroused enough that she didn’t feel like questioning this strange request.  She got up and walked over to the wall, glancing at Dan on the way and pausing for a moment.  She felt like she had been neglecting her husband a little lately.  He was staring at the two of them, and she felt a little bad about leaving him out.
“Come on, Sophie.”  Kara wrapped her muscular arms around Sophie’s bull neck from behind.

“But…”  Sophie began, stopping when she felt Kara’s breasts on her back and cock in between her buttocks. 

“Dan will be fine...let him watch.”  The older woman purred in her ear.  “Bend over.”

Sophie placed her hands against the wall and felt Kara caress her butt.  “This ass…it’s wonderful.  I’ve wanted to fuck it ever since we met.”  Sophie’s eyes widened at this, remembering the sheer size of Kara’s cock.
She felt the head push its way inside.  “Aah!  N…ah..I can’t….it’s too big!”

The head was inside.  Kara’s muscles tightened as she pushed as she forced in another couple of inches.  It felt so good that she couldn’t even talk - it was so tight and hot inside.  It was squeezing her cock, which pulsed a little larger at the sensation.  Sophie felt like she was being fucked by a train.

Dan stared at the two of them, releasing his legs and standing up.  “Hey!” He yelled at the two of them.  There was no way he’d let this go on, it looked like his mother was going to hurt his wife at this rate!  Strangely, they didn’t seem to notice when he called out to them.  “Want to stop this?” A voice said.  Dan looked for the source and saw Ulith’s reflection in the mirror on the wall.  The demon looked as she had before, red skin, black horns, white hair, tail swishing behind her…but she had packed on a load of muscle and was much taller than when last he saw her. 

“If you want to stop this, you just have to ask.”  She said, her hand reaching for her breasts and giving them as squeeze as she leaned forward slightly.  Dan looked around the room, but he couldn’t see her anywhere except in the reflection of the mirror.

“Stop this then!” He yelled, glancing at the pair still fucking next to the wall.  If his wife was going to get hurt here, then this couldn’t go on.  “Come on!  Stop it!”  The two women continued, oblivious, as if they couldn’t hear him at all.

“Well, fuck me then…that’s all I ask.”  She smiled, letting one hand slip down to her pussy and letting a couple of fingers slide inside. 

No. Way.  Never in a million years.  Dan glared at her.  Even if he had to get up and force the two women apart he’d never give in to this creature.   Despite how much things had changed he still loved his wife and didn’t want to forsake her for some….creature…from the abyss.  He paused. It wasn’t Sophie’s fault, it was his. How could he have justified waiting?  Just to see how strong she would get?  To see how long it would take her to notice?  He gritted his teeth.  This demon was warping his wife’s mind!  He couldn’t just let her win like that!  Surely there had to be some other way to stop her than just giving up.

“Never.”  He said, narrowing his eyes and getting up, charging forward and trying to get in between his mother and his wife.  He tried to push them apart, but there was no moving either of them.  They were just too big and heavy, and they didn’t seem to notice his presence.

The demon growled at him.  “Still!?  You have resolve, little one, I’ll give you that, but my power grows daily.  We shall continue for now, but you can’t refuse me forever.”

Dan suddenly found himself sitting next to the wall again.  The reflection of Ulith was gone, and his wife was still being pounded against the wall by his mother.   Kara was now laughing at the sheer pleasure of it, saliva dripping from her chin.  Banging his fist against the wall, Dan was about to get up when he heard that creaking sound again.  He cursed as he watched both women start to grow, slowly.

Once again, Sophie was growing faster than the woman she was having sex with.  Her muscles swelled, become even more defined and striated.  She got bigger and bigger, her neck growing larger as her traps rose up to meet the sides of her head.  She got taller too, reaching a size of over 7’ in her bare feet.  Dan imagined that he’d now need both arms to encircle one of her legs.

His mother had gotten bigger too, though not quite as much.  The backs of both women were now three feet across and a maze of powerful, pulsing brawn.  Their breasts plumped up even more into the L-cup range…Dan had never seen a pair so big.  Sophie’s ass expanded, his mother’s now 26” arms separated a little to account for the new bulk they were wrapped around.   Sophie was now a little taller and buffer than Kara.

Their cocks had gotten bigger too.  Though Dan couldn’t see his mother’s since it was currently buried in his wife’s ass, he could see the shaft get slightly thicker.  On the other hand, Sophie’s dong was now brushing the wall at over 19 inches in length.  Kara gasped as she almost fell forward, her cock now sliding more easily into Sophie’s growing ass.  She bucked her hips.

Sophie screamed out.  “Oh…OOH!  Uhn…that…aaah…that feels so….mmm….so gooood!”  Her chest heaved as Kara closed her eyes and grinned, her hips moving like a piston.   Dan slip along the wall, moving a little further away as the plaster began to crack beneath his wife’s hands from the pressure.  Kara removed her arms from around Sophie’s neck and grabbed her breasts roughly instead, squeezing the now vast mounds as her counterpart howled in rapture.

Kara grunted, gripping Sophies breasts even tighter as she closed her eyes.  “I…I’m cumming!”  She yelled.   She felt the torrent coming before it did, her cock shook within the confines of Sophie’s ass, pulsing as the semen flowed through it.  The veins on it stood out as she blasted what must have felt like gallons of fluids into the hole.  Sophie almost choked at the feeling, grasping at the wall and tearing away some of the plaster in her big hands.  Her entire body tensed even as her stomach bulged.    Dan’s mother quickly pulled out, spraying the rest of her seed all over the floor so as not to injure her partner.  The two of them collapsed onto the floor, Dan swore he felt the ground shake, clutching at each other while taking short, quick breaths.

Dan felt oddly tired, a sensation of vertigo swept through him and he collapsed to his knees.   More than that, though, he felt drained.   The ground suddenly seemed a lot closer to him.  The carpet felt quite soft.  Finally, unable to open his eyes, he passed out.

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He awoke later with the two female titans standing over him.  “Oh, Dan!  Danny!  Are you alright?”  His wife said, wafting a hand in his direction trying to cool him down.   

“Oh, my baby!”  His mother cried out, reaching down to cradle him in her arms and at the same time almost smothering him with her tits.  “Are you alright?  I’m so sorry!  Mommy was so busy she didn’t even notice!”
 
Dan found that it was very difficult to speak with mouthful of cloth covered breast flesh, so he pushed away from his mother.  She was so strong and trying to hug him so tightly that it was somewhat futile, however, and try as he might he couldn’t loosen her hold.

Both his wife and his mother were clothed again, thankfully.  His mother was dressed in the clothes she had been wearing before, resized to fit her new girth, and his wife in a tank top and jeans that looked far, far too tight.
“Kara!” Sophie exclaimed, putting her hand on the woman’s shoulder and giving her a shake.  “He’s going to suffocate if you don’t let him go!”

Kara gasped and released him.  “Ah!  Sorry, Danny, I keep forgetting how fragile you are!”  She laid him back down on the bed.

With her nurse’s instincts brought back to the fore, Sophie glanced at Kara and said “I think it’s heat exhaustion.  It gets pretty hot down in the gym, and he wasn’t feeling well in the first place…a little bed rest and he should be fine.”

Dan weakly raised his head, attempting to sit up.  It still amazed him just how much the two of them had grown.  His wife’s biceps weren’t far behind her breasts in size now, and his mother wasn’t far behind that.  “No…”  He breathed.  The two women looked at him.  “..no…what time is it?”  What the heck was going on?  What had caused him to go unconscious?

Sophie looked up at a clock on the wall.  “It’s…9pm.  You’ve been out for a few hours, honey.  Your mother stayed here until you woke up.”  She looked back at Kara, who gave her a small smile.

“9pm!”  Dan spluttered.  “I’ve got to get to the university!  I’ve got to go now, before it closes!”  However stupid it had been to wait, the time had gone on far longer than even he intended. It was a wonder that the two of them weren’t even bigger than this, now. The university library would still be open but the rest of the buildings would be locked at about 10pm.  It would take him an hour to get there if he left right now and the traffic was good.  He had to get going.

The two women looked shocked at his sudden outburst, and looked at each other.  “What?”  His mother said.  “The university?  Whatever for?”

“I’ve got to get a look at Dad’s notes!  Look, I’ll explain later but I’ve got to hurry!” When he threw off the covers he found that he was topless, at least they’d left him with his pants. He got out of bed, throwing on a shirt and picking up the car keys from the dresser in a flurry.

“Dan!  Wait!  What’s so important!?”  Sophie called after him.

“I’ll show you when I get back!”  He called over his shoulder, rushing down the stairs.  As weirdly fascinating as this had all been today, he felt like his wife was slowly growing away from him.  He’d been a fool to wait this long!
Sophie and Kara may have been stronger than anyone he’d ever met, but their muscles weighed them down too.  At their size it was difficult to move and react as quickly as he could.  He flew out the front door and over to his car as they lumbered behind him.  Fumbling with the keys for a moment, he managed to get them in the lock just as his wife made it to the first floor.   

Hopping into the car, he started it, backed it out of the drive and sped away just as she got out of the door.  “Daaaan!”  She yelled behind him.  “You forgot your…”  The car sped off into the night. “…jacket.”   
She turned to see Kara come down the stairs to stand beside her, a worried expression on her face.  “What was that all about?” She asked with a slight quiver to her voice.

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Dan sped through the town in his sedan.  Although it was late, the streets were busy and traffic lights were slowing him down.  He couldn’t get delayed now…he could still make it to the university and sort things out if this damn traffic would just get a move on.  It felt strange, driving around in such a large car, briefly thinking that this must be what it felt like to drive a monster truck.

He screeched to a halt in front of another red light, tapping his foot impatiently against the accelerator, causing the car to rev.  He waited and waited, sweat beading on his forehead.  When he looked around, he saw that in many of the other cars there were women built more or less exactly like his wife had been, some of them a little shorter, some of them taller, but all of them at least head and shoulders taller than he was, pillars of towering amazonian might.  He gritted his teeth and revved the car once more - the light just didn’t seem to want to change! 

When he looked to his left, he saw two beauties in a convertible wave at him.  The both of them were so big that they could have ripped an oak tree right out of the ground.  Clearly they were on a night out, wearing tight dresses that pushed their bloated breasts up obscenely with faces touched up lightly with make-up.   Why were they waving at him, though?  Then he realised that he was still without his shirt, they must have thought that he was trying to pick up women!

He turned back to the road, the traffic light had just turned amber and would soon be greet.  He stared at it, trying to will it to change faster.  The moment it turned green he slammed his foot on the accelerator and sped off down the road, picking up speed as he went and overtaking as many cars as possible.  His car swerved dangerously around a corner before hitting the open road and taking the ramp up onto the highway.

He kept his foot firmly on the gas, and his car accelerated up to 120 mph.  It almost felt like he were flying at that speed, and he smiled grimly to himself.  He was a little over the speed limit - okay, he was a lot over the speed limit – but with this he would be able to reach his destination way before the place closed and he’d be able to get to his father’s notes.  He didn’t stop to consider the number of things that could go wrong with that plan, but this wasn’t really the time for such considerations…if he manage to at least get hold of the notes, then he might get a better picture of what was going on and how the demon operated.  It wasn’t a solution, but it was a step.  It was better than doing nothing and waiting it out.

He was roused from his thoughts by some flashing blue lights in his review mirror.  He glanced back and saw a large black and white car following him, sirens blaring.  The cops!  No, no, no.  He couldn’t be stopped now, not when he was so close…not after all that he had seen!  He momentarily considered speeding up and trying to lose them, but his rational mind grabbed hold of him again, reminding him of how many times he’d seen that work on television outside of the movies.

With a sigh, he slowed the car and pulled it over to the side of the road.  The other car came to a stop behind him while he searched for his license and registration.  He kept the registration in the car, so he found that easily enough…but his license…he usually kept that in his jacket – his jacket which he wasn’t wearing.  This wasn’t going to look good.

The door of the police car opened and someone got out.  He couldn’t see exactly who due to the headlights shining in his mirror, but they were gigantic.  The car suspension actually raised the car up significantly when the weight of the cop, whom he could only assume was a woman from recent events, left it.  When she stood upright he could see how tall she was - just over 7’, the same as his wife.  When he saw her put on her hat and head over, he rolled down the window.

She leaned on the driver side door, causing the car to tip a little.  Now that she was closer, he could see that her uniform was almost exactly the same any other cop’s would have been, with a few major differences.   The pats had been made baggy on purpose to account for her beefy thighs, and even then they were still skin tight on her, with every muscle, including the thick one on her crotch, clearly defined.  Her shirt was the same black color with a badge, but the sleeves had been rolled up so that she had less chance of bursting through them by flexing.   Finally, the top buttons of the shirt were undone to allow about a foot of creamy cleavage to burst forth from her pecs. 

While she rested one brawny arm on the hood of the car, bending down to look inside, Dan could see very little else but her breasts squashed against the door.  He tried not to look at them he didn’t want to make this worse.  She cleared her throat.

“Evenin’, sir.  Can I see your license and registration please?”

Dan fumbled around and took out the registration.  “This is my registration but my license is…uh..in my jacket.”

“Right…”  She looked at the registration.  “…and where’s your jacket?”

“At home.”

“At home.” She repeated.  “You got any other kind of identification?”

“I do but it’s…in my jacket.”

“Which is at home…”  She gave him a weathered look.  This wasn’t going well.

“Yes…I…”

“Look, sir, what’s your name?”

“Dan…Dan Marsh.”

“Okay, Mr Marsh.  You realise that you were doing 120 in a 70 mph zone?”

“Yeah…look, I’m sorry, I…”

She leaned in a little further, her breasts spilling through the window a little and into the interior of the car.  “No license…speeding…normally I’d write you a ticket but I need your license for that.”  She sighed and then frowned.  “Quit starin’ at me!” She yelled, noticing that Dan had been glancing at her breasts.  She pulled back a little.  “Look, Mr Marsh, just step out of the car, please.”

“Listen, I really have to be somewhere very soon…I…”  Dan began, trying to hurry things up.

“I’m sure you do, sir!  Now step out of the car before I rip the damn door off and pull you out.”

That didn’t seem like an idle threat, Dan promptly shut up and unlocked the car, opening the door and getting out.

“Now…” the policewoman continued.  “…first we’re going to do a few little tests, gotta see if you’re intoxicated.”  She looked him up and down.  “…I’m not entirely convinced that you aren’t.”

What followed were the necessary alcohol tests, breathing into a tube and walking in a straight line while touching your nose.  Dan could just feel the time ebbing away.

“Okay Mr Marsh, you seem to be clean, but the law says that I can’t just let you go for driving without a license…”

“What…?”  Dan breathed.

“Listen, it’s getting close to 10pm.  So I’ll take you back to the station, you can make your phone call from there and get someone to pick you up, okay?  I can’t let you drive away from here.”

“But…but what about my car…”  The towering woman stroked her chin.  “That’s going to be towed.  You can get it later once you get your license back on your person.”

“No, listen!  I have to get to the university today!”  He stepped forward, grabbing at her clothes.  The difference in height was impressive - he only came up to her shoulder.  The policewoman blinked, surprised at his outburst and pushed him away with one hand. It was only a light push, but he fell backwards against his car.

“Woah, crazy!  What do you think you’re doing?  You can go to university tomorrow, just now I need you to turn around and put your hands on the car.”  She made a spinning motion with her finger.

“Please…please don’t do this…”  He pleaded, coming off more and more like a rambling lunatic.

“I said…get your ass turned around and put your hands on the car!”  She moved forward this time, looming over him imposingly.  His pleas were reduced to incoherent mumbling as she got close, and he did as he was told.
She roughly grabbed his arms, pulling them behind his back and selected the smaller of two pairs of cuffs from her belt, snapping them around his wrists.  “I’m trying to be gentle with you here, tiny, but you’ve got to cooperate…now let’s just go back to the station and wait it out.”

She led him to her car, talking into the radio and letting the department know that his car was to be towed from this location.  Opening the rear passenger door, she ushered him inside.  When he showed reluctance she curled an arm around him and picked him up bodily, tossing him inside as softly as she could and closing the door.  She shook her head, it was tough dealing with men sometimes…you had to be wearing kit gloves at all times.  Getting into the driver’s seat, she started the car and drove off.

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In the ride over Dan learned that the woman who had arrested him was called Joyce Clark, though she insisted that he call her officer.   She had consented to talking to him once he had calmed down a bit and started to seem more lucid.  He had told her that he was worried about what would happen once his wife got hold of him, but she laughed it off and said that she was sure the woman wouldn’t hurt him.  Dan felt a little concerned at the way she said that.

Once they reached the station Dan was led out of the car, though Joyce was courteous enough to provide him with a towel to drape over his shoulders.  Inside, he saw that despite the obvious difference in physical strength there were still a good number of male policemen, though there were far more women working there than he would have taken to be the norm.

They were met at the front desk by a weighty older man with a moustache, who sipped coffee and carried enough pips to denote the rank of sergeant.  He sighed at Joyce’s description of events and wrote a few notes for the report, having Dan fingerprinted as well.  Dan did note the sturdiness and size of the desk that the man was sitting behind, perhaps it was to prevent it being smashed by unruly female criminals.

“Okay.  Joyce, give him his phone call.  That should get him out of our hair.”  The sergeant said, indicating over his shoulder with his thumb.  Joyce led him around to a phone in the centre of the office. 

Dan fidgeted a little, trying to think about how he would explain to his wife that he had been arrested for speeding.  He lifted the receiver off the hook and dialled his house number.  His wife picked up after a few rings.   

“Dan…what were you thinking?” Sophie said, puzzled by his sudden urgency.

“I’m sorry, honey.  There was just something of Dad’s that I needed to get today.  I’ll explain when I get back, I promise.”

“What was so important that you had to get it today?  Couldn’t it have waited until tomorrow?  And getting yourself arrested…Dan, what’s wrong with you?”  Her voice seemed a mix of concern and outrage.

Dan rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.  Telling her that he just wanted notes wouldn’t have looked all that great either.

“Listen, why don’t you come pick me up, this will sound crazy but…I’ve got a lot to tell you…it’s about what I needed to get at the university today.”

“Dan, both your mother and I are worried about you.  You were really quiet today…after this morning when you were talking about me being different heights and the bedroom being different.  I’m starting to think you might need a little time to yourself to think about things…” 

Dan paused, what did she mean by that?  “Look, I’m sorry, okay, can I just…”

“Listen, is the arresting officer standing there?”  His wife cut him off.

“Yes, she is, why…?”

“Could you put her on the phone?”  His wife interrupted.

“Uh, sure…”  He looked up at Joyce.  The woman was standing nearby…but far enough away that she wouldn’t loom over him with her height.  “…um…she wants to speak to you…”  Dan said.  Joyce walked over and delicately took the receiver from him.

“Okay, Mr Marsh, relax.  I’ll talk with her.  You stay there.”  She watched him as she spoke into the phone.  It was hard to hear what Sophie was saying but Joyce simply listened, saying “Yes”, “Sure” or “Right” every so often.  Afterwards she hung up the phone.

“Well?”  Dan asked, a little surprised that she hadn’t handed the phone back to him first.

“She’s quite upset with you, you know?  She said that you needed a bit of a time out.”

“What?  What does that mean?”

“She’s going to come and pick you up tomorrow.  So I guess you’ll be staying with us tonight.”  She smiled at him.  “Don’t worry.  The cells aren’t so bad for a little guy like you.  They’re spacious and you get to see some action sometimes.”

The color drained from Dan’s face.  At this rate he wouldn’t be able to get to the university until tomorrow!  How big would women get between now and then?

“WHAT!?  I can’t stay here overnight!”

“Hey!  Cool it!  We’re going to let you out in the morning, so you just chill the fuck out!  Remember you promised in the car that you weren’t going to get hysterical?  I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt, here.”
Dan closed his eyes and sighed deeply.  Now he’d have to wait until the morning to get those notes…he didn’t even know whether or not they would help.  He’d made such a mess of things.  He stared at the ground for a moment.  Joyce patted him on the shoulder.

“Hey…” She said softly. “…it’ll be alright.  I don’t really know what’s going on with you but…get some help okay?”  Lifting him to his feet, she continued.  “If it makes you feel any better I’ll carry you to the cells, you’ll be able to feel my bicep all the way there!”  Before Dan had time to wonder why that was a good thing, Joyce lifted him up and tucked him under her arm, carrying him through like a sack of straw.

They went down a flight of stairs past a small booth that was completely filled with a red headed woman reading a newspaper.  “One for the cells?”  She said without looking up.

“Yeah, Trish…” Joyce replied.  “Just a little guy, seems like he’s been through a bit of a rough time.  I’ll put him in cell B.  There’s no one else in there, right?”

“Go right ahead.  Only other residents we’ve got right now are Moira and Sadie in cells D and E, but they’re keeping each other pretty well occupied.”  The woman waved them through.

The cells were unlike anything Dan had seen on television.  They were much larger for one thing, just like many other things he had seen today.  The bars were thicker and there were more of them to fit the size.   Joyce took a heavy set of keys from a rack and unlocked the cell for him, placing him daintily inside.

“There you go little fella, just stay there for a while.  That bunk there’s pretty soft, some of the officers on the night shift use it sometimes when the cell’s free.”  She gestured to the flat, padded bed which was bolted to the wall.  “I’ve got to get back to work so…I’ll see you in the morning.” With that she left, and Dan was alone with his thoughts.  He sat on the bed, and it was only then that he noticed a soft sucking noise.

Walking over to the bars of the cell, he saw the other two prisoners in their respective cells.   Both were women, and both were huge hulking brutes.  One had short, spiky black hair, the other had long dyed pink curls.  The one with the spiky hair wore a black leather jacket and leather pants, her face was caked with black mascara and lipstick, giving her a goth look.  Her pants were around her ankles at the moment as she stuck her cock through the bars of her cell to allow her friend to deepthroat her 19” cock.  Her friend had probably been wearing clothes, but they were discarded in one corner of the cell. 

Dan wondered how he hadn’t seen them when Joyce brought him in, but imagined that the sight had been obscured by Joyce’s melon sized bicep.  The spiky haired one caught him staring at her and gave him the finger.  “What’re you lookin’ at, shrimp?  This look like a fuckin’ peepshow to you!?”

Dan backed away and sat back on the bed.  If things were this bad now, how would they look in the morning?

“How indeed?”  Ulith said.  Dan sat bolt upright to find the demon sitting in the cell next to his…she looked even bigger than she had before.  “I’m starting to think that this reality is really what you want.”  She laughed.
Dan got up and walked over to the bars.  “I’ll find a way to beat you…”  He whispered.

“Oh, knock it off, superman.”  She teased, walking up to the bars herself and watching as Dan backed away.  “How are you going to do that?  I’m getting stronger every day.  Just let me fuck you and then I’ll be on my way.”
“Why?”  Dan said, sitting back down on the bed.

Ulith gave him a sly smile.  “You’re just asking that now? What concern is that of yours?”

“Well, if we’re going to have sex then you could at least tell me.”

She folded her massive arms.  “To return to the underworld, as I said.”

“That’s a lie.”  Dan folded his own arms and narrowed his eyes.  “…there’s something else, isn’t there?  You’ve been kept in a jar all this time and now you just want to go back to hell?  That’s nonsense!  Every piece of literature I’ve ever read, whether from my father’s research or elsewhere, says that hell is a terrible place to be.   There’s no way you’d want to be part of it.”

Ulith paused, leaning forward.  “Oh, he’s intelligent, this one.  I don’t honestly care what you think…do me.  Now.”  She walked straight through the bars as if they were incorporeal. 
“The answer’s still no, demon, and you know what?  I don’t think you can make me, by magical means or otherwise.”

Ulith roared and brought her claws within an inch of his face, he closed his eyes and prepared for the impact but it didn’t come.  When he opened his eyes again, the demon was gone and he could hear the two girls in the other cell fucking loudly again.  His body sagged with a sigh and he lay back on the bunk wondering how he could stop her even if she couldn’t touch him.

Then it began, a tingling feeling followed by the weird, creaking noise that occurred every time the women started to grow.  He covered his ears to dull the sound, but it echoed through his very soul.  It was going to be a long night.

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Chapter 3 - First Aid
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When morning came, Sophie awoke to a pounding headache.  She stirred restlessly in her large bed, gently massaging her forehead with one hand and reaching the other out to touch her sleeping husband.  Her fingers touched nothing but air, and her eyes snapped open.  The giant woman pushed herself up into a sitting position, her eyes searching the room for Dan.  Briefly she wondered why he wasn’t in bed with her before a small spasm of pain ran through her head and reminded her that it was strange to even ask that.  Why would Dan sleep in the same bed as her?  If he did she risked the chance of crushing him in the middle of the night if she ever had a bad dream. 

Pulling herself out of bed, she felt a weighty jiggle on her chest and looked down to find the source, panicking for a brief moment when she realised that she couldn’t see her feet for the mass of breast flesh in the way.   The moment passed quickly, and she gave her firm breasts a squeeze sending a slight tingle of pleasure to combat the pain from her aching crown.  With a slight grimace she noticed the tears in her night dress, where had those come from?  The long thin material had been loose even someone as big as her the night before, now she was completely filling it.
The brown haired woman stood up and yawned, immediately sitting back down as a feeling of vertigo overwhelmed her.  She couldn’t shake the feeling that everything in the room was just a tiny bit smaller than it was last night…no, not even just the things in the room, the room itself too.  She examined her prodigious bust, prodding at it slightly before flexing a muscle to check that as well.  She shook her head, they didn’t look all that different…at least, she didn’t think so…so why did everything else look so fragile?  Getting up again and braving the wave of nausea, she stumbled over to the cupboard and tried to open the door, almost ripping it off the hinges in the process with a combination of weight and misplaced power.

In the process of taking off her night dress, the flimsy material ripped away entirely, falling to the floor in a pile.  She took her time, trying on a few different things.  For one thing, none of her bras fit, they all felt far, far too tight for someone of her size and shape.  She was frightened that she would break the damn things just by trying to wear them.  She took out a few pairs of panties, and was a little surprised at first by their shape, there was some kind of built in bag at the front.  She blinked for a moment and remembered that the bag was for her penis, she didn’t know how she’d wear them otherwise.  She blamed her headache for being so out of it today.
Still the process of actually trying on the panties didn’t fear much better, although they somehow managed to stretch to accommodate her thighs they couldn’t contain her member even in its flaccid state, it just bulged out of the top obscenely.  She decided that if she wanted to avoid getting jumped by horny girls in the street every five minutes, she’d go without underwear today.  The thought struck her as weird somehow, but she couldn’t put her finger on why.  After all, she could at least cover up with her other clothes that way.   

After a little searching, she found some clothes that fit.  They were made of a stretchy material that looked large enough but still felt tight when she was actually wearing it.  Everything was so weird today!  She felt that there should be a logical explanation for the shrunken clothes, even though she couldn’t think of what it could be.  The headache kept her from thinking too hard about it in any case.   She didn’t even have time for that, since she still had to head to the jail to bail out Dan.  She could probably get a workout in first, but as none of her workout clothes seemed to fit properly today, for whatever reason, she’d have to do it without them.  She brushed her head again with her finger tips on her way downstairs, taking an aspirin wouldn’t be out of the question either.

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Dan hadn’t slept very well.  For one thing the bunk in the cell was a lot harder than he had been led to believe, for another the two women in the cells on the other side of the room hadn’t exactly kept quiet.   They’d spent the time either taunting him or having noisy sex, with the cop stationed at the end of the hall occasionally coming in to quiet them down a bit. 

He’d managed what felt like a couple of hours sleep, having awoken at 5:30am.  He got up clutching at his gut, a sickly feeling in his stomach.  A glance at the other cells told him that the occupants were finally asleep, and he could hear their heavy breathing in the darkness.  The morning light shone through his prison window, the bars cutting it into beams.   His muscles felt stiff and weak, his mouth dry.

The silence gave him time to consider the events of the last two days.  He’d been really stupid, no doubt about that…though in all fairness acting rationally in such a situation was pretty unlikely.   He had been right though, the first step to resolving everything was figuring out more about his tormentor.   Alternatively, he could just bang her and get it over with…the thought had crossed his mind.  There was something off about it though, what would happen if he did?  What were her true goals?  He didn’t know any of these things.

Searching the internet for this information hadn’t brought him any luck, so the only recourse was to find out what his father had known about it.   The man had known something - that much was clear.  It was enough to get him to leave the pot to a trusted family member, enough that for all his curiosity he’d never opened it himself.

There was also the possibility that some of the religious groups might know something.   That was a pretty radical notion but Ulith was a demon, she’d said as much, so it was a possibility.  He’d never been much of a believer himself, and all he knew about modern day ‘witches’ and faith healers were the things he’d occasionally seen on TV.  Those people certainly didn’t look genuine.

As the drifted through his mind, he heard a noise at the end of the corridor.   The large metal door into the cell block was opening!  Quietly, he moved over to his cell door and looked out.  It was hard to see what was happening given the angle, but he could hear the heavy footfalls of someone big.  Under the circumstances, he suspected it was a woman.

The lights flickered on and Dan stepped up to the bars of his cell to see what was going on.  A giant of a woman was standing there, peering into the cells of the other two prisoners.   He’d seen her the night before - she was the cop who’d been on night duty, the one Joyce had called Trish.  She had red hair and green eyes, her pale skin lightly dusted with freckles that only accentuated the curves of her cheekbones.

Obviously Ulith’s magic had been at work here, since she looked even bigger than she had before.  She had been sitting down so he hadn’t really seen her height when he’d passed by, but she was a couple of inches taller than his wife had been when he’d last seen her.   In addition though, her muscles had swollen overnight.

Her biceps alone were now melon sized, and she probably couldn’t have put her arms straight down at her sides without them getting in the way.   The top two buttons on her uniform were undone, allowing acres of creamy cleavage to spill out.   Her pants were stretched tightly across her mighty thighs, and it looked as if they might tear at any second.   Having been up all night she wore a beleaguered expression, though her face was also flushed and she was rubbing at her inflated crotch.   Dan narrowed his eyes a little, starting to understand why she had come in so early.

Trish took unhooked her truncheon from her belt and rapped the bars of the goth girl’s cell.  “Wake the hell up, you two!”  She shouted sternly.

“Wha…fuck!  Ugh, the hell do you want?”  Came the reply from the cell, the occupant having been recently roused from her slumber.   The goth girl, for Dan didn’t know if she was Moira or Sadie, had removed her leather jacket during the night and draped it over herself.   She hadn’t been wearing anything underneath it and Dan could see her slab like brawn, slicked with sweat.  Her body was covered in tattoos, Celtic curls and thorns.

“I think you just answered your own question, Moira.  I’ve had to listen to you two go at it all night, but…jeez.   I know you’ve got needs but you two are like rabbits.”  Trish growled through the bars irritably.

“Oh…um…” Dan could hear the other woman, Sadie, waking up in her cell.  “…baby, what’s going on?”

Moira sat up in her cell.  At this angle Dan could see the movement but he couldn’t see how big she’d gotten.  “Nuthin’ Sadie,  I think the screw just came by to get her rocks off.”  She shuffled around in her cell and hopped off the bunk, moving towards the bars and grabbing at her crotch.  “Why don’t you come in, little piggy?  Me an’ my big cock will fuck you so hard you’ll never need another woman.”

The way she spoke reminded Dan of something out of a prison drama - the more things change, the more they stay the same.  Sadie, on the other hand, seemed a lot more subdued.  Moira sounded like some kind of sadist, so maybe that made her girlfriend a masochist.

“Not the way it works, Moira, you know that.   Get your cuffs on and put your hands on the wall.”  Trish rapped the bars of the cell with her stick again.

Dan looked at the wall of his own cell, there were manacles attached there.  Last night he hadn’t been quite sure what they were for – at their size there was no way that they would have fit him.  His arms would just have slipped right out.  They were chained to the wall with ridiculously thick chains – if someone tried to tear them from the wall it looked as if the wall would give before the chains would.

“An’ what if we don’t?”  Moira snapped.  “What if we tell you to just go fuck yourself?” 

“Then I’ll get you moved into different cells, ones that aren’t next to each other.   You’ll be able to see each other, but you won’t be able to do anything.   I give you a week before you’re climbing the walls and trying to fuck yourself.”  Trish replied curtly.

“Bitch!” Moira shouted.

“No, no…please…don’t do that.  We’ll do it.  Right, Moira?”  It was a strain to see her, but Sadie had managed to somehow dress herself after last night.  She had on fashionable slashed up jeans which allowed her muscular legs a chance to breathe, though they were only just holding on to her form.   A white shirt, sleeveless shirt was stretched across her breasts, squeezing them together in such a way that they partially bulged through the holes for her arms.  Her midriff was entirely exposed, and a small glint from the light showed that she had a bellybutton ring.

“Fine…”  Moira said through gritted teeth.   “…let’s just get this over with.”

Moira and Sadie removed the rest of their clothes, revealing the full extent of their Olympian figures.   Snapping the manacles around their thick forearms, Dan could hear Moira grumble about how the cuffs were tight and threatened to chafe her skin.   The two girls placed their hands on the wall just beneath the spot the manacles were chained to, bending over and thrusting their asses in Trish’s direction.

The woman responded by licking her lips and unzipping the front of her pants.  Her member was simply too long to spring free and she had to dig out its 20” length with her hand.   The balls flopped out behind it, each one the size of a softball.  The cock looked about 9” around, and couldn’t even support itself under its own weight.  It drooped towards the ground, swinging pendulously as she took out her keys and unlocked the cell door on Moira’s cell.

“I’ll do you first, Moira.  So just settle down.”

Trish slid aside the heavy metal cell door, pushing it open easily despite its sheer size.  Approaching Moira, she reached out and ran a hand along the curvature of the prisoner’s tattooed ass.  The busty, buff goth let out a small gasp as the powerfully built cop moved her hand a little lower, feeling the muscles of her inner thigh expand and contract as little shivers of need ran through her.  Finally, the hand settled on her pussy and began a slow massage.

Sadie watched the two women intently from her position in the other cell.  She had crossed her robust legs to try and prevent herself from getting off just watching them.  That didn’t prevent her dick from growing to such a length that it nearly touched the wall or the feeling of tightness around her balls.  Being a woman was so troublesome sometimes.

The cop continued her ministrations, unbuttoning the two remaining buttons of her top with her free hand.  Her giant, bloated breasts bounced out of their prison, coming to rest just above her stony eight pack abs.  She leaned forward pressing her boobs into Moira’s ass as she reached through the prisoner’s legs.  Trish could feel the woman’s thighs constrict like a python wrapped around its prey but she didn’t feel any pain just the growing wet warmth seeping from her quivering slit.  In one motion, the cop grasped the woman’s orange size balls in her hand and began to tighten her grip around them just enough to create little pulses of pleasure, flexing her meaty forearm muscles at the same time to stimulate Moira’s snatch. 

The goth was actively moaning now, grasping at the wall.  Little chips of stone came loose, falling to the ground.   Dan wondered idly if the two prisoners couldn’t have simply punched through the wall of the cell, then again it was probably reinforced with some kind of sheet metal.  That would have made sense….even so….

Reaching around Moira’s bubble butt, Trish grabbed the length of the woman’s cock, giving it a little squeeze before moving slowly up and down the length.  The goth girl had leaned forward, pressing her face against the wall and breathing heavily, quicker with each breath.   Trish’s lips tightening into a smile, “You like that?  Moira?” she whispered in a sultry tone.  Bringing her other hand up to the prisoner’s sopping pussy, she pushed two fingers inside.

Moira’s gasp turn into cries as the pleasure wracked her body.  Even through the thick bars and dim light, Dan could see her thick, knotted muscle tense as she came, splattering the wall with her thick, white love juice.  It dribbled downwards as she collapsed forward onto the cold surface, trying to find her breath.

“Now it’s my turn, right?”  Sadie said with an earnest expression.   Watching the two of them go at it was making her so hard that she could barely stand, her legs were quivering and becoming less and less able to support her.
“Wait your turn, Conlan.” Dan heard the bulky policewoman mutter to her, he figured that was probably her last name.  “I’ll get to you just as soon as I’m done here.”  Trish’s cock had reached its full size, and she patted Moira’s ass before plunging it into the tattooed woman’s moist slit.  Moira’s abdomen bulged as it tried to accommodate the thick member, and Trish grunted as she pushed it forward and then drew back in slow, powerful strokes.

Dan had to wonder if this was at all legal, or if this was just some horny cop having her way with the prisoners.  Honestly it was actually hard to tell with the way the world seemed to work now.   He lay back down on the bunk, satisfied that he wasn’t in any danger.  The noise from the two women having sex echoed down the corridor, and he could practically smell their musk.   He frowned as his own penis hardened and pushed against the crotch of his pants, and couldn’t help but wonder how big his wife had gotten now.

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Sophie sat forward, raising her arms to allow the weight to gently lower to the floor.  Working out in the nude felt a little exhilarating, and when she looked down at herself she saw a massive body slaked with sweat.  Turning to look at herself in the wall length mirror, she got up and walked over, striking a crab pose.  Her muscles hardened and inflated as she tensed them, striated plates of iron like brawn riddled with thick cord-like veins.   Her breasts stuck out a little more than a foot in front of her now, managing to stay aloft despite their obvious weight. 

The brown haired woman shook her head.  It seemed ridiculous, but she felt as if her body was much larger and stronger than before.   She had always been around average for a woman, but the figure that stood before her was clearly well above average.   Even her penis looked longer and thicker than ever, the balls swinging slightly as she posed.  Even her recent workouts couldn’t account for that…wait…Dan had been saying something about this yesterday.  It had just seemed like an offhand comment at the time but…

The longer she stared, the thicker and harder her penis got.  With a groan, she stood back and ran a hand across her face, she was turning herself on.   Something about the image had seemed a little odd to her, beyond even how large everything was, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

It was time to go and get Dan, maybe he could finish what he had been saying before his mother had arrived.  Moving over to the weight machine again, she leaned down and removed the peg from the 1000lb mark on the weights. 

She smiled at the heavy plates.  It was a nice, round number, Dan would be so proud that she’d finally managed it…if he were here.  How could he have been so stupid?  Getting arrested like that!  Sophie sighed a little and placed the peg to one side, regarding the weights again.  As she looked at them she paused for a moment, hadn’t she been shooting for a much lower weight before?   That headache was still there, causing the thoughts to run together in her head.  Maybe the painkillers hadn’t kicked in yet.  She swept some of the bangs away from her face as she considered this, eventually giving up for the moment and heading upstairs to have a shower.  That
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Moira lay against the wall of her cell, staring at the ceiling.  Her body felt warm, bathed in the soft glow of after sex.   While on the whole she tended to enjoy fucking others rather than being fucked herself there was something to be said for it.  It always felt this way too, after having had sex women tended to be able to keep their libidos in check for a couple of hours and then it was back to the grind.

Trish had finished with her, and had moved on to Sadie.   Moira knew that her friend preferred it in the ass, but the cop had no way of knowing that.  The goth girl wasn’t about to tell her, either, it was Sadie’s fault that they had been caught in the first place…mostly.   She grinned over at her friend as Trish slammed the woman into the wall with each forceful thrust.

“No….ah…aghn…you bitch.  Play with my tits more.”  Sadie called out between gasps.

The cop wore an exasperated expression on her face, her brow creasing every so often as a wave of pleasure passed over her.   She and this woman had been going at it for an hour and a half, even her partner hadn’t lasted this long.  During that time she had come twice, and Sadie’s womb was full to bursting with hot white semen.  The pink haired woman hadn’t even come once, and it didn’t look like she’d be relaxing anytime soon.
With a grunt, Trish’s cock pulsed once again, cum spilling out of the sides as there was no more room within.  “Jeez, lady…” she murmured.   At her size and strength her endurance was spectacular, but even she had her limits. 

“Having some trouble there, officer?”  Moira asked softly from the other cell.  Watching the two woman rock back and forth was starting to get her hot again.  It was unavoidable, like a chain reaction, and it was why life was difficult for a woman in any non-physical profession.   She shakily got to her feet and rubbed her wrists.  Once Trish was done and she’d proved herself no threat, the cop had removed the manacles.  Good thing too, cause they chafed like hell.

Stepping towards the door of her cell, she glanced down the hall and saw that someone was awake.   She stifled a chuckle - the little guy they’d brought in from last night was awake, and watching.  She hoped he was getting a good show out of it.  He was kind of cute in that small way men were. 

Still, they’d brought her nothing but trouble in the past.  Her thin smile vanished and she sat back down on her bunk, massaging her cock with her hand as she watched Sadie drain the cop of all of her fluids.  It looked like Trish was beginning to figure out some of her friend’s weak spots, playing with her ass and nipples.  It had taken her long enough.

Dan had come back a little while ago, after the noise of rough sex had gone on for much longer than he would have thought possible.   He watched them silently, his hand in his pants.   He loved his wife, but…it was okay to look at other women occasionally, right?  As long as he didn’t touch them, his body had told him.  He’d never really thought of strong women as his type but his lower head didn’t lie.  He grit his teeth as he came, retracting his hand and looking at it.  Compared to the women he’d seen in the last couple of days it seemed downright pathetic.

Alone and with limited information on his current plight, he felt more than a little helpless.  Everything he knew so far was mostly speculation and theories.  He took a step back, lying down on his bunk.  Especially at the moment, at least until his wife bailed him out, all he could do was sit and wait for that awful creaking to start back up again.  Drawing a long breath, he wondered exactly how big the women would get. 
It was getting close to 7:30am now, and he tried to blink the sleep from his eyes.  The sound of the two women down the hall was becoming constant, a dull roar that threatened to send him to sleep.  He closed his eyes, thinking that maybe another hour or two of rest wouldn’t be so bad.

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For Sophie, the shower confused her more than anything else that morning.  The en suite linked to the master bedroom had never been the biggest room, but it had always been spacious enough to be comfortable.   Now it felt cramped and claustrophobic, with her having to duck down a bit to get into the shower cubicle.  Still, she needed to wash the sweat off her body, so she soldiered on and got the water running.  The spray only came up to her chest, but it felt good all the same.  Better than that was the fact that the pills appeared to have soothed her headache somewhat. 

As the water splashed off her body, she felt a tingle from her sensitive breasts.   She reached a hand up and rubbed them a little, causing her cock to rise as she did so.   ‘No! No, I’m here for a shower, not to play with myself!’  She thought quietly as she released the mounds of flesh and reached for the soap.

The next hour was gruelling to say the least.  It was as if everything aroused her, the play of the water on her body, the feeling of the soap lather on her muscles, her cock resting between her breasts when she sat down…it was unbearable.  She felt a growing need to just sit down and self-fellate on the floor of the shower.  Naturally, the delicate balance of putting her hands on her body just enough to wash it while keeping them from exploring further took time to manage.   By the time she got out of the shower she was horny as hell, and had to jerk off into the toilet just to get her cock to soften.

She felt clumsy too, so bulky and strong that she kept knocking things over and breaking things in the small room.  She grabbed a towel and got out of there as quickly as she could, breathing a sigh of relief when she made it back into the bedroom – wet floor be damned! 

The towel she grabbed was one of the largest that she and Dan owned, they took it to the beach often.  It was large, white, and had a duck embroidered on one side.   Not a beach towel then, only a little smaller than one.  Sophie dried her hair with it and ran it over her body to soak up some of the moisture before attempting to wrap it around herself.  It was extraordinarily tight!   She could hear it start to tear as she tried to close it around her torso at the front, pulling any harder might rip it in half!

Sophie sighed and settled for just drying her naked body.  It wasn’t as if anyone was in the house anyway, so no one would mind her walking around nude.  She paused, wondering why she was even worried about being seen naked in her own home.   Men had a sense of modesty to them, but women only tended to wear clothes because it was practical.   It was difficult enough to hold down a job when you had to get yourself off every three hours or so without distracting everyone else as well.   Whereas casual clothing tended towards light fabrics that didn’t leave much to the imagination, work clothes were far more conservative.  Even then a woman’s body was a difficult thing to hide.

In Sophie’s case hiding it was more than just difficult, it seemed impossible.   Everything in her wardrobe felt at least a size too small, and underwear was simply out of the question.   She couldn’t just go outside naked, so she searched through piles of clothing for the biggest, baggiest thing she could find.   Eventually, the titanic woman settled on a pair of black sweatpants that could stretch to accommodate her and a white sleeveless shirt that just barely covered her breasts, though she had to tear the arm holes a little to put her meaty arms through.   The pants looked as if they were barely holding on, and tears began to appear in the legs when she flexed a little bit.   Stuffing her oversized cock into them was a problem as well, but she managed to get it covered with only a small part of the base showing above her waistband.

She blinked and tried to tug it up a little further, but it she the fabric cutting into her sensitive balls.  With a sigh, the large woman shrugged and walked downstairs to get the spare key.  The car was in the impound lot so she’d have to take a bus downtown and get it back first, then she could pick up Dan.

She couldn’t help but tidy up a little before she left.  It felt like a long forgotten habit, and as Dan had always done the tidying since they met, she wondered how that could be.   She left the house moments after she had finished, picking up her bag as she went and taking a second to breathe in the clean fresh air. It was going to be a hot day, but right now the cool morning breeze felt good on her exposed skin. 

Walking through the town toward the bus stop, she other women trying to get on with their day.   They stared at her as she passed, glancing in her direction while on their way to work or while jogging.  They were all at least 7ft tall with a few exceptions, all massive in their own way but some more bulky than others.   Sophie definitely had them beat in that department, and she could feel the pangs of jealousy and lust in those stares and that made her a little uneasy.   Even so, it did feel kind of good to be the tall girl for a change, especially when she’d been of average height all through school and college.

She reached the bus stop and folded her mighty arms, waiting for the bus to arrive while feeling another set of eyes on her.  A man sat on the bench behind her and looking her up and down, she got the impression that he was undressing her with his eyes…even though she could hardly blame him, given the way she was dressed, it irritated her.  She turned to the tiny man, who reflexively lifted his briefcase into his lap.
All she needed to do was frown and stare at him for a second before he turned red from embarrassment.   She gritted her teeth and nearly growled at him, resulting in him shuffling away a little bit.  If she got aggressive he could always run away, men did tend to be faster and more agile than women, if only for a short distance.

After a tense few minutes the bus finally came and she got on, swearing that she felt it creak and tilt slightly as it took her weight.  A couple of teenage boys got up out of their seats when she approached.  With their handsome features and strong bodies, they looked like the type to do well in men’s sports at school. 

“Hey, miss.  We were just going to get off in the next couple of stops…you can sit here.”  One of the two nodded to her politely and they parted to make room.

“Huh? Oh, you really don’t need to.”  Sophie replied.  “I’m fine standing.”

“I’ll say.”  The other boy said, looking at his shoes.  Sophie raised an eyebrow at this and narrowed her eyes slightly.

“I…think I’ll sit down after all.”  She finished, easily pushing the two of them away and planting herself down in the seat.  The two boys simply smiled and stood a short distance away, watching her with silly grins on their faces and their hands in their pockets.  ‘They’d better not be doing what I think they’re doing….’ She thought to herself as the bus started off again.

During the trip she became aware of a noise, soft gasps and moans reverberated through the air on the cramped bus.  Glancing around, Sophie thought she saw a woman in the back leaning over to pick up something her friend had dropped on the floor.  It took her a moment to realise what was really going on.  Her friend was gripping the seat behind her tightly and groaning softly every so often, her head leaning back against her traps and her eyes shut.   The other women and some of the men surrounding them were trying to avoid looking, and some of the women were rubbing their crotches at the sight of it.

Sophie covered her mouth as she felt a growing pressure in her own groin.  Her sweatpants were getting tighter than ever as her member fought to attain its freedom.  She covered it with her other hand and tried to think of as many unsexy things as possible to get it to calm down again.  Now she remembered why she preferred taking the car to the bus.

The ride downtown felt a lot longer than it actually was, and during the trip a huge black woman got on the bus.  The woman took one look at Sophie and moved towards her, finding a spot to stand beside her seat.  Though not quite as muscular as Sophie was, this woman was easily as tall.  Her breasts and ass jutting out from a figure that otherwise had no fat on it at all.  She stood there for a while until the bus was in motion again, and Sophie cast an occasional glance up at her from her seat.  Her hair had been swept back with small beads tied into one of the bangs, and she wore tight fitting jeans that had been torn at the back a little to give her ass more room and a black T-shirt with a punk rock anarchy symbol stretched across the front.  A small black bag was strapped onto her shoulder, moving up and down as the muscles in her arm flexed.

“Hey there!”  The woman said after a while.

“Um…hello.”  Sophie replied softly, she could still hear the two women at the back of the bus moan, but from the sounds of it they’d moved on from fellatio.

“This bus is pretty slow, right?  Probably from all the weight on it.”  The woman grinned at her, and Sophie thought the grin reminiscent of a wolf’s.

“Right..slow…” Sophie mumbled, looking the black woman up and down.

“You don’t look like you’re from around here.  I’m from this area and I’m pretty sure I’d have noticed you, ‘name’s Shauna by the way.”  The woman added her name almost as an afterthought, clearly intent on steering the conversation back to Sophie.

Sophie felt her heart pounding in her chest, sitting down she was just above eye level with Shauna’s crotch.  The black woman had worn jeans much larger than she actually needed, and the bulge in those jeans had unfurled its way down her leg until the tip almost rested on one of her rock like quads.

Shauna followed the gaze of the big woman sitting in front of her.  “23 inches hard,” she said in an offhand manner, causing Sophie to look up at her.  “People often ask when they see it, so I thought I’d just get that out of the way.  ‘sides, you look like you’re packing quite a bit yourself.  You need some bigger clothes, honey.”

Having nothing to say to that, Sophie merely blushed and looked away.   Shauna continued to stare at her.

“So why’re you headed downtown?”  The woman asked, adjusting her T-shirt.

“I’m just going to pick up my car…and then my husband.”  Sophie put some emphasis on the word, as if that would somehow dissuade the obvious predator.  After a moment, she found it a little strange that she had done so.

The big woman laughed.  “Your husband?  Guy must be countin’ his lucky stars findin’ a woman like you.”

Sophie smiled slightly.  “Um…thanks?”

The bus rounded a corner, causing Shauna to lean into Sophie.  The side of her massive breast momentarily pressed into Sophie’s face, and Sophie’s hands flew to her crotch to press down her cock and make sure it didn’t just leap out of her sweatpants.

“Gettin’ pretty hot there.  Ain’tcha?” Shauna said, pulling herself back and watching Sophie’s distress.  “Y’know, if you want to we could stop somewhere and I have a coffee….among other things.”
The woman winked at her and Sophie paled.  She didn’t really know how much more of this she could take.

“Th…that’s alright…”  Sophie stammered.  “I’m kind of busy today…so…”

Shauna’s brow furrowed at this – clearly she wasn’t used to being brushed off.  “You’re kinda skittish for such a big girl, ain’tcha?”  She opened her bag and reached inside, pulling out a small pen.  “Maybe later then…”  Reaching in between her breasts, she retrieved a small black book and opened it, writing something and tearing out the page before handing it to Sophie.  “That’s my cellphone number.  If you’re feeling horny just give me a call, I’ll get you off.”  The bus began to slow.  “Oh…this is my stop!  See you around, hun!”

After Shauna had left, Sophie looked at the piece of paper in her hands, regarding it for a moment before crumpling it up.  After a little while the bus came to her stop as well, and when she got off she spotted a trashcan nearby.  Holding the little piece of paper between her fingers she made a motion to throw it in the trash, but paused and tossed it into her bag instead.  What was the harm in keeping a number?  She had more important things to worry about now in any case.

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Dan awoke again to the sound of footsteps coming down the corridor.  He sat up and turned towards the cell door.  A clean-shaven, dark haired man wearing a police uniform came into view, holding a set of keys.  “Mr. Martin.  Your wife’s here to pick you up.”  He unlocked the cell door as Dan’s heart leapt into his throat.  He’d finally get to see how big his wife was now, and folded his arms to his chest half in fear and half in anticipation. 

“Follow me…” the cop said, pressing a button so that the door would open on its own, for there was no way he could move it himself.  Dan followed the man and found himself staring at the man’s back.  A few days ago, this man would probably have been one of the officers out in the field.  He looked like he played football in high school, with his large frame and toned muscles.   Now, however, he obviously had a desk job, since any woman could have picked him up bodily in one arm.

These changes that Ulith was bringing about were strange, and Dan couldn’t make a lot of sense of them.  Some things in the world had changed, and it was as if the past had changed with them, but not everything.  Maybe the past hadn’t changed so much as people’s perceptions of it, changing women and the world at large and then altering people’s thoughts so that they thought those things were always that way.
Tentatively, Dan moved a little closer to the cop in front of him and asked.  “I’ve got a strange question for you…”

The cop gave him a strange look before responding. “Shoot.”

“Who’s the president?”

“Michelle Evans.  Why?”

That somewhat confirmed Dan’s suspicions – even in a world where men seemed to be valued for their intellect and nothing else, having a man as president would probably seem weak to other countries.  It would be more natural for there to be a female president with a male advisor.

“Oh, no reason…” Dan brushed off the question.

The cop grunted and turned away, heading down the corridor.  When they passed Sadie and Moira’s cells Dan looked in to see the two of them sleeping peacefully against the wall, their hands touching through the bars.

“What are they in for anyway?”  He asked.

“Oh, they’re awaiting trial.  Chances are they’ll be moved to the state pen after.  They had sex with a man.”

“There’s no way that’s a crime.”  Dan replied sardonically.

“It is when they try to spit roast the guy.  He’s still in the hospital, all sorts of places were ruptured and his throat was torn up.  He nearly died.  If he had then they’d be facing a harsher sentence than they are, but it’s still pretty bad.”

“Oh…”  Dan gaze at the two of them through the bars for a moment, tearing his eyes away and following the cop out into the main office.

“You’re a lucky man.”  The cop continued.  “Your wife’s the biggest girl I’ve ever seen, so you don’t have to worry about crazy people like those two…”

Dan didn’t quite know how to respond to this, glancing at some of the other female cops on the way to the front desk.  Upon reaching it, he was told to sign a form regarding his release that his wife had already signed.  A shadow passed over him, and he turned around to see what it was, finding an abdomen which looked as though it was built with bricks.  His gaze travelled upwards, and upwards.  He had to step back as he couldn’t see past the woman’s gigantic bosom.  He almost gasped when he saw his wife’s face perched atop all that muscle, and flinched when she leaned towards him.

“Dan!” Sophie cried, sweeping him up into her arms and holding him to her chest.  He couldn’t help but feel that if it were not for her soft breasts he’d have been crushed.

“Sophie…ugh…”  He mumbled before she released him, allowing him to drop back to the floor.  It was only now that he fully took in her form.  She was getting painfully close to 8ft tall, but hadn’t quite made it there yet.   Her arms must have been 30” around, her thighs at least 50”.   Her bloated breasts looked like beach balls, her nipples only barely covered by a tight white shirt that was tearing in the middle.  It was utterly inhuman, Dan had never seen anyone so big or strong, and the python that was trying tear out of her pants would have split any normal woman in half. 

“Dan…can…can we talk?”  Sophie muttered.

Dan had been expecting her to be mad about him running off and getting arrested yesterday, or at the very least just glad to see that he was okay, but she looked more worried and confused than anything else.

“Sure…” He breathed, quietly following her colossal form as it lumbered through the doors of the police station and towards their car.   Sophie got into the driver’s side first, and Dan opened the opposite door and got in himself.   

“What’s the matter?”  He asked, still feeling a little weird to have to look up this much just to talk to his wife.

“It’s about what you said yesterday…about me getting bigger, I mean.”  She placed her hands on the wheel but didn’t start the engine.  Dan’s jaw began to work bit no words came out.  Was Sophie actually starting to realise what was going on?  That was marvellous! 

“I think you’re right.  I…I think I’m growing…my muscles are getting bigger.”  She touched her forehead with her fingertips - the headache was back and worse than ever.  “I feel weird…nothing fits me…”

Dan smiled more broadly than he had in days, she knew what was happening!  Maybe not the extent of it, but she definitely knew something.   Maybe it was because she was growing out of proportion with everything else, and was now beginning to seriously outgrow even her now larger clothing.

“So I wanted to ask…Dan.”  She paused and looked at him, her eyes glazed. “…what does this have to do with you?”

“Wha…?” Dan began.

“You were the first one to mention it!  You seemed like you were scared of Dana, your Mother and even me!  I’m not stupid, Dan.  Tell me what’s going on!”  Her grip on the steering wheel intensified, and Dan could hear the metal screech and bend with the force.

“Alright!” Dan replied, placing a hand on her expansive arm.  “You’re not going to believe me…but here goes…”  and with that he told her everything he knew, which wasn’t much at all considering what he had been through.  He knew about the demon, but he didn’t know how her power worked or what her goals were.   Sophie stared at him as he spoke, and her eyes closed when he finished.  She breathed a heavy sigh.

“Dan…that’s…that’s just ridiculous.   Demons?  Really?  I’ve been getting bigger, but all the other girls I’ve seen don’t look that out of place, and…I’ve always had my cock…” she touched it lightly reaching beneath her breasts and blinking, “…haven’t I?”  The headache pulsed through her mind again and she clutched at her head, a small sliver of blood began to run from her nose. 

“Sophie?  Sophie!  What’s wrong!?”  Dan shouted, trying to shake his wife’s shoulder and failing to budge it even an inch.

“I….agh….Dan…Dan, it hurts!”   She leaned forward, squashing her breasts into the steering wheel.  Dan got out of the car and put his hands to his mouth.

“Somebody!  Somebody help!”  He shouted, with the fear for his wife palpable in his voice.  It was a busy street, but as he was just outside the police station a couple of cops reached him first.

“What seems to be the matter, sir?”  One of them, a tall woman asked.

“It’s my wife!  Something’s wrong with her!”  They followed him over to his car.

Sophie, in pain and with her head spinning, tried to get out of the car herself.  She grabbed the door handle and gave it a mighty push, but her strength was so great that the entire door gave way, tearing away from the car and sending the enormous woman tumbling out and onto the street.

Dan and the two cops surrounded her, but it fell to the female officer to get her to her feet, since neither of the men had the strength to lift her. 

“Are you alright, ma’am?”  The cop asked. 

Sophie lifted her head a little and glanced at the woman for a second.  She wiped at her nose,  staring at the blood on her fingertips.   Dan rushed over to his wife’s side and tried to put an arm around her, but he couldn’t circumvent the vast expanse of her back.

“Honey!  Are you okay?”  He asked in a trembling voice.

“I’m fine…” Sophie said wistfully.  “…don’t know what came over me…”

“Maybe we should get you to a doctor?”  The second cop, an older man in his early forties, interjected.

“No…no, I’ll be alright.”  Sophie waved the man away and gave the woman holding her a light push to show that she could stand on her own.  “Come on…Dan, let’s get out of here.”

“…but the car is...”  Dan began.

“Please?”  Sophie looked at him with pleading eyes, and Dan nodded.  “Can you call a taxi for us, officer?”  He said to the woman.

“Sure…but…I really think you should take your wife to the hospital.”  The woman replied.

“I will, but I need to talk her into it first.  She isn’t going to go if she doesn’t want to.”  Dan whispered to her.

The cop looked at Sophie and swallowed.  “I’ll…I’ll get that cab for you.”  She and her partner moved away while Dan tended to his wife.

“Dan…”  Sophie spoke softly, sitting down on the concrete.  “I think I get it...” she looked up at the sky and then back down at him.  “I don’t know if what you’re saying is really what’s going on but…whenever I try to think about how I looked before, especially if it’s from more than a few days ago, I get confused.  It’s like I can remember it, but there’s a fuzzy, different memory as well.  Whenever I try to look at this second memory….I get a really bad headache.”

Sophie’s husband patted her on the arm, drawing close to her in an attempt to hurt her.  She was realising what that the world was not as it should be, but doing so was hurting her.

“Why did you want to go to the university so badly…?”  She asked in a low tone.

“To retrieve my father’s notes, to work out what was going on…”  Dan replied.

“Let’s go then, I want to go with you.”  She put her arm around him, and his legs almost buckled with the weight.

“Alright…we can go together.  Just…don’t push yourself.  Promise me you’ll go to the doctor if you get any more headaches.”

“I promise…”  Sophie whispered, even sitting on the ground she came up to his chest, and she felt like slowly, she was growing beyond him.  She didn’t want that to happen.
The taxi took 30 minutes to arrive, and Sophie sat there all the while holding her comparatively small husband to her.

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The drive to the university campus took about an hour, and Sophie had to pay for it since Dan didn’t have his wallet on him.  The driver kept watching the two of them in the rear view mirror, but he didn’t say anything as he drove along.  Dan wondered briefly what the man thought about his barely clothed, larger than life wife, but dismissed those concerns when they arrived.

Since it was the middle of the day there were a few students around, but since it was the weekend the place wasn’t exactly bustling.   As they walked towards the Thomas Alexander Building, where Dan’s father once worked, Dan couldn’t help but look at any female students he saw.   They weren’t really trying to hide their modesty, and were dressed almost as sparsely as his wife, though they were definitely shorter and less brawny.

At first he thought they were looking over in his direction, some of them even whispering to each other as they passed, but it didn’t take him long to figure out that they were actually looking at his wife.  He turned to regard her himself, an 8ft tall beauty who looked as though she could lift a small car over her head.  It was amazing really.

When they made it to the front door of the building, Dan paused for a moment.  “All the lecturers are probably away for the weekend, but the department secretary should still be in residence for the students.  I’ll ask to be let into my Dad’s old office first.”

Sophie gave him a puzzled looked.  “They’d just let you walk right in?”

“Not normally, but I know the guy who does the admin work for Dad’s department – Bernie Tucker.  He knows me so he’ll let me go in if I tell him that I need to get something from Dad’s office.  It hasn’t been cleared out yet, I don’t think.”

“Okay…I’ll come with you then.” 

“Um, I’ll just be going in and out.  I won’t be a second.  Besides, Dad’s office was really small…and well…” He looked up at her for a moment.

She nodded in response, sadly.  “I get it.  It’ll be hard to look around in a small room if I take up most of it, right?  These muscles are good for a lot of things but delicate work isn’t one of them.”   Shrugging her massive shoulders she sat down on the steps.  “I’ll wait here then.”  As soon as the door closed behind Dan, Sophie felt an unwanted heat rising in her groin.  A tentative hand reached down to rub her thickening member.  She could hardly believe how little time it took for her libido to kick in…maybe it was growing along with her.  As she sat on the steps Sophie fidgeted, hoping Dan would get back soon.

The door to the building seemed a little larger than Dan remembered, and he tugged it open and stepped inside.  The interior was exactly as he remembered it, the long corridor with the locked office doors on both sides, and the secretary’s room at the end.  When the professors were in residence the doors would be open, and students could just walk in, right now though all of them were closed and locked.

It seemed kind of spooky with no-one there, so Dan hurried down the corridor, only slowing as he passed the door to his Dad’s old room.  He paused at it for a moment and tried the handle just in case but it was sealed shut.  Shaking his head, he continued on to the secretary’s room and cupped his hand to his mouth.

“Bernie?” He whispered as loudly as he could.  “Bernie, are you there?”

When he walked into the secretary’s office he froze.  There was indeed a desk there as he expected, and a couple of doors leading into the back office, but everything was much larger than he was used to, and new as if it had recently been replaced.   Behind the desk sat a huge woman in business clothing. 

She looked early-thirties but then so did his mother yesterday, so it was impossible to figure out her exact age.  Her raven black hair was tied back in a bun, with the bangs falling down in front of her ears revealing it to be naturally wavy.  As a result of the tight looking business suit her proportions were very constrained,   but with the way the suit bulged it was easy to see that this woman was very strong and busty, not quite as big as Sophie had been but with a similar figure.  Her face was quite pleasant to look at, with a small nose and delicate features.

“Bernie Tucker quit last week…I’m his replacement, Karen.”  The tall woman gave Dan a resigned expression, peering at him over the top of her half-moon glasses.  Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing slightly labored, causing Dan to wrinkle his brow a little.

“Oh…right.  Well, hello Karen.  My name is Dan Martin.  I’m Ian Martin’s son.”  Dan waved his hands around as he introduced himself.

“Is that so?” Karen picked up a pencil and tapped it against her lips.  “What can I do for you, Mr. Martin?”

“I’m just here to pick up some of my father’s effects.”

“Mhmm.”  Karen gently pushed her glasses up her nose.  “I’m afraid his room is locked.”

“Don’t you have a key?”

“Yes, but I’m not letting you in…if you are his son then you know the university policy on such matters.”

“Look, you could come along and watch as I take a look around if you like…”

“No…it’s more than my job is worth.  A lot of the items in that room fell under ownership of the university when Professor Martin passed away…hence I cannot just give anyone access to the room without the proper identification.”  She moved the pen away from her lip and ran it down her chest, subtly pressing it against her nipple.  “Speaking of which…”  She breathed out sharply.  “…do you have any identification, Mr. Martin?”

Dan blinked.  Sophie hadn’t brought his ID along with her when she’d picked him up from the police station so…that meant that it was still in his coat, which was still at home.  “I…uh…”  He murmured, causing the woman behind the desk to sigh irritably.

“No ID, hrm? Listen Mr. Martin, I wouldn’t have let you in those offices at the best of times, but since you can’t even prove you are who you say you are…”  She folded her arms and glared at him her face growing redder and her breathing quickening as she spoke.  “…you’re just wasting my time.  Now, I have urgent matters to attend to…so…please be on your way.”

As she became more agitated, Dan raised an eyebrow.  “Are you alright?”  He said against his better judgement.

“What?  Of…of course I’m all right!”  She stood up and loomed over him, with her arms unfurled he could see her nipples puffing up and becoming visible under her suit jacket.  “You…I bet you’re one of those men who think women aren’t suited to anything but physical labor!  That we can’t concentrate enough for other jobs!”

Dan took a step back.  The way Karen’s muscles were straining against the fabric of her clothes it looked as though she might pick the desk in front of her up at any moment and toss it at him. 
“Well, I’m more than capable for this job!  You hear me!  I just need a little break every now and then, but I can do the work of ten of you men!”  The subtle cracking sound indicated that the desk wasn’t supporting her weight very well as she leaned on it.  “And I happen to need a break right now…so…get…out!”

That was the final straw.  Dan nodded, wisely deciding to come back when he had his ID and when the woman was in a better mood.  Talking to her now would be fruitless at best.  He moved back down the corridor at a brisk pace, glancing over his shoulder to see Karen turn the computer in front of her back on and type as quickly as she could, trying to finish whatever task it was she was working on before she started masturbating on the spot.
Once outside, Dan sat down beside Sophie.  She had the same odd look that the secretary did, but he could see that she was trying a lot harder to hide it.   “So…did you find what you were looking for?”  She asked.

“No…”  He gave her a sour look.  “…I didn’t even get into the office.  There’s a new secretary, a woman called Karen, and she wasn’t even going to consider letting me inside without ID.”

“So where’s your ID?”

“It’s in my jacket, remember?  I just didn’t take it with me when I left last night.  Besides, it looks like she’s kinda busy right now anyway.   Shouted me right out of the office…I think she needed some alone time.”  Dan sighed.  “Let’s head back and pick up my ID…it doesn’t look like there’s been too many changes today anyway…maybe the demon’s getting bored.”

Sophie thought for a moment and blushed.  “Alone time…really?  Well, I still don’t know if all this stuff about demons is right but…something’s going on here.  M…maybe I can distract her.”

Dan looked up at his wife.  “Sophie!  Y…you don’t mean.”

His wife stood up to her full height, which still surprised him.  He didn’t even want to imagine how strong she’d become.

“I can do it, Dan…”  She breathed in, puffing up her chest to ludicrous proportions.  “No…I n…need to do it.”

“Wait…Sophie…can’t we at least talk about this?”  Dan felt like his mouth was full of molasses.

“No…don’t try to stop me Dan.”  She looked down at him and flexed one of her mighty biceps.  “I don’t think you could anyway.  Just give me ten minutes and then follow me in, I’ll try to get her out of the main office room.  You get the keys while I…uh…keep her busy.”  And with that she stood up and cast a single glance back, saying “I love you” to him before opening the door and slipping inside.

Dan stood there for a moment – something was changing within his wife.  No, maybe something had already changed, but the only thing he could do now was follow her lead.

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aren spread a few papers out over her desk.  She had to type out a new schedule for the following week based on the notes from one of the absentee professors, and it looked like it was going to take forever.  The way she felt right now, with the blood rushing to her loins and her skirt feeling more constricting with each passing moment, she could’ve easily crushed the computer in her frustration.  That wasn’t her way, though - she was a professional, focused and single-minded.  She could take a break after finishing this sheet, and it would probably feel better if she waited.
As she typed away, trying to find the patience not to wreck the keyboard with her powerful keystrokes, something large cast a shadow over her. 
“Excuse me…” a soft, feminine voice called out.

Karen pulled away from her monitor and gritted her teeth – all the interruptions today were grating on her nerves.  “What is it now!?” She yelled, looking up from her keyboard to find that the source of the voice came from high above her.  She gulped as she laid eyes on the 8ft tall muscle queen in front of her, larger than anyone she had ever seen.  This woman was several inches taller than she was, and much broader.  More to the point the clothes she was wearing were sparse at best, her sweatpants utterly failing to hide the thickness of her thighs or sheer size of her cock.

“Oh…God…”  Karen mumbled, barely able to take in the woman’s entire form.

“I’ve been looking for some relief…it’s awful hot outside.”  She fanned a hand in front of her face, causing her breasts to shift beneath her shirt.   It had been doing a poor job of containing her breasts anyway, and the shift caused a nipple to pop out.  “Oops.”  The colossal woman said in mock surprise.

Karen heard a tearing sound and looked down - the remains of her panties fell between her knees, having been outgrown by her cock.  Now only her skirt remained in the way.  Her already red face grew deeper in hue and she began to sweat.  “I…I…um…”  She stuttered.

“You look pretty hot, too.”  The brown haired woman purred.  She leaned over and placed her hands on the desk, her biceps pushing her boobs into Karen’s face.  “Maybe we can help each other cool off…”  She licked her lips.  “…wanna fuck?”

Karen had taken a few lovers over the years, for a woman it was practically a matter of course, but none of them had ever exuded the raw sex appeal of the creature in front of her now.  “…please?” was all she could muster in response.

“I’d like to do you right here, on this desk…but…I think we might be too heavy for it.” 

The woman was probably right.  This behemoth alone likely weighed nearly half a ton…with the both of them there’d barely be any splinters left, and her work would be in ruins.  It’d be every negative stereotype men had about women come to life.  Her eyes darted around.  “How…how about we go into the back?  It’s a sub office, it’s…mostly empty.”

“Lead the way, sexy…”  Sophie could hardly believe how well this was working…or how good she appeared to be at it.  She’d never really thought about it that much before, but screwing this woman would likely settle her raging libido for at least a few hours, and Dan would get the documents he wanted – two birds with one stone! 

She felt a little bad for Dan for some reason, but he had to accept that this was just how women were now…even if to him they hadn’t been that way before.  She’d make it up to him later by allowing him to get off inside her.  Men weren’t generally as good as women when screwing for sheer pleasure, but with the right technique they weren’t bad, and Dan should know where all her sensitive spots were by now…

“Uh…this way…”  Karen’s voice roused Sophie from her thoughts.  She’d already taken off her suit jacket, revealing a shirt that already had a few tears around the arms and chest.  She was big alright.  ‘But not as big as me!’ Sophie thought with a hint of pride, following Karen into the dark room beyond the painfully small door.

When she stepped inside she immediately felt the receptionist’s hands on her breasts as the woman proceeded to massage them lightly with her fingers.  Sophie’s lips parted as her nipples sent pleasure to her brain like tiny electric shocks.  She felt her cock rise up and threaten to pull out of her sweatpants.   A tiny voice in the back of Sophie’s mind whispered to her, telling her how insane this was and that she barely even knew the woman.   Even so, her body called her to action, and she could not resist the burning desire she felt.  She needed sex, the strong sex that a woman could provide, and she needed it now.

She lunged forward suddenly, grabbing Karen’s wrists in her strong hands and pulling the woman into a deep, passionate kiss.  Her tongue probed the other woman’s mouth, and she closed her eyes as she felt it intertwine with the receptionists.  As they kissed, Karen put her hands on Sophie’s hips and pulled her body closer, feeling just how big this massive creature was through the fabric of her clothes.

Pulling away, Sophie began to undress, pulling her stretched sleeveless shirt up over her head and peeling her sweatpants away from her legs.  Her member leapt free like a caged monster and began to bloat to its full length.  Had it gotten bigger since last she looked at it?  Had she? She couldn’t tell, but the sight of her body was clearly making Karen wet.   The woman was clutching at a nearby wall so she wouldn’t fall over and crush something.
“I’ve…I’ve never seen anyone so….so…”  Karen mumbled while trying to suck in as much air as possible between words.

“….big?”  Sophie finished for her.   She felt a little embarrassed to know that she was having this kind of an effect on women…that was probably why everyone was staring at her on the way over.

“Big and hard…” Karen corrected, removing her tie and tearing open her shirt as she walked over, kneeling before this monstrous woman.   She leaned forward a little, removing her glasses and cupping the cock between her breasts.  Though, like many other women, she didn’t wear a bra, Karen’s bust size far surpassed any woman from before the changes began.  Her boobs were easily a Q-cup, well past a metre in circumference, and the tip of Sophie’s penis still protruded from in between them.

She pushed her breasts together, massaging the thick, pulsing shaft while leaning forward to lick the glans, coating her tongue with thick globs of salty pre-cum.  Sophie moaned and placed her hand on Karen’s head, pushing the woman down deeper into her own cleavage.   

“That’s so….good!” She gasped.  Karen mumbled something in return but couldn’t form words around Sophie’s cock, but the vibrations from her larynx did serve to heighten the large woman’s pleasure.  Feeling herself getting close, Sophie released the woman since she didn’t want to drown her in ejaculate.   

Karen fell back, coughing and gasping for air as the pre-cum dripped from her mouth.  She glanced up at her new partner, whose name she didn’t even know.  There’d be time to ask it once she was done.  After all, why should this big bitch have all the fun?  Tugging off her skirt, Karen removed her strained panties to let her own cock loose.  It wasn’t as long or as thick as Sophie’s, but it was almost as impressive.  Now clad only in her tights, slightly torn from idle flexing, Karen lay down on the ground and beckoned to Sophie.

With a cheerful smile, Sophie moved over and lowered herself down, grabbing Karen’s cock and daintily inserting it into her pussy.  She felt it slide up inside her as she moved further down,  feeling every inch as she settled into a sitting position on top of the other woman’s balls.

“Damn…you’re heavy.”  Karen winced as the brown haired muscle woman began to ride up and down on her, causing her to close her eyes and lean her head back onto her traps as the sensations from her cock hit her.
As she bounced up and down, Sophie’s own member bobbed with the rhythm, he breasts rolling around on her steel hard chest.  She grabbed them and used them to pull her cock close to her chest and roughly massaged all three.   Karen saw this when she opened her eyes, and her jaw slackened.  She could only form enough cognitive capacity to play with her own nipples as she watched this goddess get herself off.

Both women came at the same time.  Sophie found her face covered in her own semen, while Karen’s filled Sophie’s womb to bursting and began to dribble out onto the floor.  They both lay there for a moment in post-coital bliss, trying to catch their breath after all the exertion.  Finally, Karen managed a few words.

“That was amazing.”  She whispered.

“Oh, we aren’t done yet…I still haven’t gotten to put this in you, and there are so many other things we could try!”  Dan’s wife replied with a grin.

Karen looked on in wide eyed amazement as Sophie lifted herself off her penis, it had gone soft but at the woman’s words it was starting to harden again.  It left Sophie’s pussy with a slight pop, and cum flooded out onto the floor.

Sophie smiled softly, thinking that being this big and strong wasn’t so bad.   It felt great, and she could have any woman she wanted.   In the end, she still loved Dan, but surely he wouldn’t mind if his wife was a little bit more massive than usual.   However, this needed to stop soon - she didn’t really want to get much bigger than she was now.

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Dan stared at the door for a full minute.  He felt like going in and stopping his wife, but there were too many random factors.  How would she react, given she had been so adamant about going?  How would that secretary, Karen, react?  In a worst case scenario, the both of them would get tossed off the campus and he’d never get his hands on his Dad’s stuff no matter how much ID he brought with him. 

Time ticked by and he sat back down on the small set of stairs leading up to the door, looking at his watch.  A few students passed him by but paid him no more than a passing glance.   The ten minute mark came and went, and Dan stood up.  It was time to get what he needed and get Sophie out of there.  Stepping up to the door, he opened it slowly and peeked inside.  There was no one immediately behind the door at least.

Once inside, he made his way down the corridor and towards the secretary’s office.  As Sophie had promised there was no one present, though it didn’t take a genius to work out where the two of them had gone.  The cries of passion coming from the room in the back were loud enough to be heard through the closed white door.

Dan balled his hands into fists, frowning.  With a deep sigh, he continued ahead.  He felt used to this by now, and he felt blood rush to his face.  Despite the fact that his wife was cuckolding him with a woman she barely knew, just listening to the two of them was turning him on.  He could just imagine the bare flesh slapping together, the muscles pulsing and the breasts wrapped around far too large cocks.  He sucked in a breath through his teeth and gave himself a mental shake, having a look around the desk in front of him.

The drawers had locks on them but after carefully testing them he found that they were unlocked.  Several of the drawers were full of papers and files, one of them had a selection of vibrators that looked like they were made for a horse, and the final small drawer had a number of keys.  He sifted through them and found the one that he recognised was for his Dad’s office – the man had brought them home with him once or twice.
Walking down the corridor, he unlocked the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him.   Most of his father’s effects had been cleared away and packed into boxes that were stacked against the wall.  Some of these were labelled with his address and would have been sent to him eventually, others were marked to be put into storage.

He didn’t know exactly what he was looking for, but he didn’t have much time to consider it and so he began to open boxes just to see what was inside.   If his father had written or recorded anything about Ulith, there was a good chance that he’d have wanted it sent to his son so he ignored the storage boxes.

The boxes were full of small artefacts and papers but Dan didn’t know what any of it was.  It took him some time to get through all the files, and he tipped over one of the boxes, letting them spill out onto the floor so he could look through them more easily. 

After five full minutes he stumbled across a box that was smaller than the others, and he tore it open.  Inside was a small rectangular clay container marked with the same symbols that Dan had seen on the pot that had contained Ulith.  He set it aside carefully - he was in a big enough mess already without breaking more potentially demon infested ancient artefacts.   However, this one came with a small book.

Unlike the clay box, the book looked relatively recent, though it did have symbols drawn on the cover.   Dan opened it slowly to find that it was some kind of diary, the spidery scrawl within indicating that it was his father’s diary.  He read the first line.

“June 21st, 2014: Through women’s eyes, she watches me.”

Dan’s eyes widened when he considered what those words meant.  He packed both the clay box and the book back into the larger cardboard box and hastily tried to put everything else back where it was.  Drawing a breath, he cracked open the door.  He could still hear his wife and the receptionist in the back room, though with the heightened pitch and pace of their voices he figured that they might be finished soon.

So he closed the door behind him, locked it and scrambled over to the desk, putting the keys back.  Within moments he was back in front of the building, and he sat down on the step.  He couldn’t leave his wife there, regardless of what she was doing, since he still loved her and, to a lesser extent, found himself drawn in by her eroticism.

He looked up at the sky with a little smile.  Even after everything that had happened up until now, maybe things were starting to look up.

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Chapter 4 - Measuring Up
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It was a little difficult to believe.  Dan had this crazy notion that women everywhere were getting bigger and bigger, but how could something so strange be true?  Sophie knew that she had been growing quickly over the last couple of days but it really wasn’t as much as Dan had said, only a few inches, half a foot at most.  She also knew that whenever she tried to think about recent events she’d get a pounding headache and her nose might even bleed in more extreme cases…but none of this could be taken as proof that all women were becoming more muscular.

After all, they had always been huge…well, at least compared to men.  Sophie thought back to her school days, before the growth spurt common to all girls had taken her.  Even then all of her classmates had been shorter than her, so it was no surprise that she was one of the first ones to grow.  Soon nothing fit her 16 year old body and her parents were measuring her daily, trying to figure out when her accelerated puberty would end so they could buy her things that fit properly.

As a teenager, she’d had sex with her mother on a regular basis.  This was quite common, as was sleeping around with friends and peers.  As big as she was, Sophie had been a popular girl.  When she was 17, she remembered her maths teacher taking her into the school supply room and baring her ass to the girl half her age.  She was a goliath of a woman, with thighs like the trunk of an oak tree and biceps larger than her head, but even she had let Sophie do her, instead of the other way around.

The woman she was fucking now wasn’t all that much different in appearance, and she looked ever more similar now that she’d been brought to orgasm a couple of times.  The bun in her hair had come loose and curls were now strewn, dishevelled, across her face.  As Sophie rammed her fat cock in and out, the woman’s own bounced around, slapping against her heaving breasts and leaving trails of ejaculate.   

Dan may have gotten a little crazy over the last few days, but it didn’t prevent Sophie from getting what she wanted.  If they could both be satisfied in this way, then so much the better!  He was as diminutive as all men were but he was still her husband, and she loved him as much as a woman could.   Once she’d finished up here, she could take him home, see what this was all about and maybe talk him around.  He could show her what he’d been looking for and how it related to this demon he’d been talking about.  Maybe she’d even let him have sex with her if he was good.

Right now though, she had to take care of the one defining need common to all women - the need to nail each other multiple times on a daily basis.  She drew her massive striated arm around Karen and pulled the woman forward into her bosom.   She bit her bottom lip as she felt Karen’s tongue probing around her areola, teasing the thick nub of her nipple before nibbling and sucking on it.  Accompanied by the moist, wetness surrounding her cock and the feeling of Karen’s two fingers massaging the inside of her pussy, it was heavenly.   It would have been perfect were it not for that little niggling sensation in the back of her head that something was…’off’.

When she looked up Karen’s massive, sweaty form the strange sensation only grew until it became quite painful, almost mirroring the headache’s she’s had when she tried to recall the past.  This wasn’t the past though, and she hadn’t been trying to remember anything, so why…?  She paused as she looked at the woman sprawled out below her, narrowing her eyes as the pain grew worse.  It almost seemed like….Karen was getting further away, slowly but surely.  If she hadn’t been paying close attention she wouldn’t have noticed, but the woman’s clothes, what remained of them, seemed to be getting tighter as well.  Creases were forming around her arms and small tears began to open at the seams, but it didn’t last for long.  No sooner had she noticed it than the material seemed to widen out again, the tears repairing themselves.

Since Sophie had stopped moving her hips the now even larger Karen looked up at her to see what the matter was.  The pain in Sophie’s head intensified as she looked down at herself, seeing that she had been growing along with Karen, her legs and arms getting larger, her shoulders broadening even further.  It was just a slight change, but to Sophie it was unbelievable – it meant that Dan had been right.  Karen stopped her slight growth soon after that, and the pain in Sophie’s head began to subside.

However, even though Karen’s growth had levelled out, Sophie’s continued.  Now that she was self-aware of this additional growth, it didn’t cause her pain anymore…but it did cause her pleasure.  She reached up and groped at her already bloated breasts, feeling them surge in between her fingers as they continued to expand.  Her muscles followed suit, becoming larger, harder and impossibly more defined.  She stared down at Karen as the height gap between the two women increased.

She felt her hips shift and widen, returning the hourglass shape to her form and allowing her muscular ass to grow out some more.  Vaguely she wondered if Karen had noticed that she was getting bigger but it seemed  like the woman was too enraptured to care.  Sophie massaged her soft breasts with one hand and pressed the other into her ass to help push her cock further into the prone woman in front of her.   She felt Karen’s pussy tighten around her cock, though she suspected that it was less the contractions of Karen’s vagina and more the fact that her cock was getting longer and thicker with each passing moment.  As the shaft grew, her balls also swelled to the size of small melons, pushing her cock upwards and out as they moved to rest on her hard thighs.

Karen groaned as she felt the monster grow inside her.  “Ah…m…my God, so…..uhn….so deep…” 

Sophie’s lips parted in a gasp as she pushed Karen against the wall with such force that cracks began to appear.  The woman’s eyes rolled back in her head as she came over and over, spraying cum all over her thick abs.  Finally, Sophie leaned her head back against her traps as ejaculate exploded from her cock, pumping gallons of it into Karen’s womb.  The secretary’s midsection bulged grotesquely for a moment before Sophie pulled out.  Even flaccid her penis was much bigger than any man’s could hope to be, and by uncorking Karen’s hole a river of white semen poured out onto the floor.

Sophie parted her breasts, staring down at her enlarged form in admiration for a moment before glancing at Karen.  The woman still hadn’t quite regained her senses, and she looked like she’d be out for a little while.  Sophie picked her up, her heavy looking body feeling much lighter than she would have expected.  She hoped that the woman would come to and fix herself up before anyone came around to check up on her.  Leaving her in a chair, Sophie tried to struggle back into her own clothes.

It didn’t seem possible, even the sweatpants didn’t reach around her hips without tearing, so she just pulled them up as much as possible, though her ass was still in full view and only the tip of her cock was hidden.  When she tried to force them up a little further, the pants tore completely in half, now no more than useless shreds of fabric.  The white shirt was practically unusable, it hung onto her shoulders by a thread and any attempt to pull it over her breasts would rip it into pieces.  She’d need to find something to cover herself up with and get some new clothes on the way home.   If there was somewhere she could buy clothes then Dan might know where, he knew this area much better than she did…

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Dan sat on the steps of the university building, leafing through the book that he had taken.  He wished that Sophie would hurry up and finish, the longer he stayed here, the more chance there was that someone might come by to talk to the secretary, or worse, pick up some things from his Dad’s office. 

The book read very much like a diary – the diary of a madman.  Even though he was only skimming through it he could see that much of it devolved into rambling, especially when it focused on the subject matter – the demon Ulith.  His father’s descriptions of the demon seemed to vary wildly from Dan’s own in the initial pages.  When the man had been inspecting the jar, he’d opened the lid and a black smoke had poured out, hissing at him and claiming it could grant his every wish.

This seemed more like some kind of genie in a bottle myth than a story about a demon.  Dan’s father had resisted at first, apparently knowing how the majority of those stories had turned out.  The man was not made of stone, however, and he had eventually made a wish at the creature’s urging.  It had revolved around his mother, Kara Marsh, somehow.  He’d probably needed to sit down and read the book thoroughly to get a better picture, but doing that here might not be prudent.

Closing the book he began to wonder if he should check on Sophie, since she had been gone a long time.  He was about to get up when he felt it once more, that odd sensation that would soon be followed by the dull creaking noise.  Bracing himself, he watched two female students leaning against a wall and talking to each other.  Their already skimpy clothed seemed to shrink for a moment, covering less of their flesh until it caught up with their growth.  To a normal woman a few days ago, the two girls would have seemed unnatural – their vein-covered muscles far outstripped any man who had ever walked the earth, topped by prodigious breasts that fought to be free of the blouse that contained them.

They had hourglass figures that would have left the most voluptuous of former women in awe and, judging by the bulge protruding from their crotches, cocks that would have laughed a porn star into insignificance.   Leaning back a bit, Dan turned towards the door behind him, wondering if his wife was okay given the pain it had caused her just to remember that her body had changed at all.

He didn’t have to wonder for long.   The door behind him opened just a crack and a voice quietly whispered through.  “Dan?...Dan!  Are you there?”

Getting to his feet and hurrying over to the door, Dan peered through the crack.  “I’m here, Soph.  Are you alright?”

No sooner had he spoken than the door opened further and a bulging, thick arm reached through the opening, picking him up bodily and sweeping him inside.   The door closed behind him as his wife pulled him upwards and into her breasts.  He had thought they were big before, but they had gotten even larger, along with the rest of her.

Her hulking form must have now been approaching 8 and a half feet in height.  If she hadn’t lifted him up towards her, he wouldn’t have been able to even see her face past her beach ball like breasts.  Her arms must now have been about 35 inches around, far beyond the scope of any human in living memory, and her thighs, as thick and strong each as a marble pillar, looked as though they could crush a boulder between them.   Her cock still managed to reach half way down her thigh, now almost 2 feet in length itself, even though it was completely flaccid.

She hugged him to her, nearly suffocating him in her flesh.  He could hear his bones creak with the pressure even though he suspected she was holding him as lightly as she could manage.  It wasn’t painful though, which was a wonder in and of itself. 

“Look Dan!” Sophie said, her voice tinged with excitement.  “Look how big I’ve grown!  I was sceptical when you talked about demons and women getting bigger but…I saw it!  I saw that woman get bigger, I felt myself get bigger!  This is amazing!”

On the one hand, Dan was glad that his wife was now seeing the same things that he saw…on the other, he wasn’t entirely okay with her being so damn excited about it.  “Sophie…” he wheezed a little, showing his strain to his wife.   In response, she eased up her hold a little, allowing him to breath, the glee in her face fading to mirror the worry in his own.

“Dan?”  She said, watching his grim expression.

“Sophie…please…put me down.”   She set him down on the floor, stepping back so that she could see him.  “Sophie,  every day you get bigger and bigger, and I stay the same.”  He continued.  She could see that he was conflicted, with his naked, larger than life wife standing front of him.  From the look on his face, it was clear that his heart was telling him one thing and his libido was telling him another.

She could see the redness in his face, his quickened breath, the slight bulge in his pants.  Even so, his logical mind was fighting it.  “How much longer, Sophie?  How much bigger do you have to get before I lose you completely?”  He placed a hand on her leg, the top of his head now only coming up to the top of her abs.   She watched him with a sad smile, despite it all the love he had for her was real, and she loved him in return.
Suddenly she picked him up again, causing him to gasp in surprise.  The female titan lifted him higher than she had before, bringing him up so that they were face to face.  Leaning forward a little, she drew him into a kiss.   It took him a moment to realise what was happening, but he soon kissed her back.  The kiss seemed to last for hours, at least to the both of them.   She pulled back, smiling at him. 

“Dan…you’re silly sometimes.  It doesn’t matter how big I get, you’ll never lose me.   When we got married I made a promise with you, that we’d be together for the rest of our lives, and I intend to keep it.  Besides, you look kind of cute when you’re this much smaller than me.”

Dan blinked, looking into his wife’s eyes.  “I love you, Sophie…we’ll get through this.”

“I love you too...”  She hugged him again, more gently this time.  “…but I can’t go anywhere unless I get something to wear.”

“What about Karen…?”   Dan motioned to the back room.

“She’s fine, she’ll be up and about once she works out which way is up.  I did her pretty..uh..pretty well.”  Sophie blushed at that, the thought of having sex with the other woman still in her mind.

“We’d better work quickly then…I think I saw some curtains you could wrap around yourself in my Dad’s office.”

Sophie put her husband down again and put her hands on her considerable hips.  “Dan Marsh, I’m not taking the trip home dressed like a window!”

Putting his hands up, Dan gave her a nervous smile.  “It’s only temporary.  There’s a store that sells clothes in town near here, but it’s off campus.   If we can get there, we can get you something to wear, and then we can get back home.  I’ve got to study this book.”     

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Sophie’s body was now so large that it was hard to cover it all, even with the two long curtains from the office.  After wrapping the thick sheets around Sophie, simulating something like a two piece dressed and leaving her midriff entirely exposed, the two of them had bolted when they heard movement coming from the room Karen was in.

Once they were back on the street, Dan led his wife to the clothing store.  On the way there he noticed all the looks she was getting from men and women alike, and couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed.  Sophie seemed a little embarrassed at first to be walking around dressed as she was, but she soon started to revel in the attention.  She even stopped at one point to flex for a couple of girls who stopped talking and watched her as she walked by.

“Sophie.” Dan muttered, taking her hand.  “We don’t have time for this…”

“Alright, alright…just giving them a little show because they like watching so much…”  After one final pose she took Dan’s hand once again and allowed him to lead her away.  “So what did you find in your Dad’s office?”

“A book…kind of like a diary… and a small box…”  Dan replied, looking down at the book under his arm.

“Do you think they’ll help?”  Sophie regarded the book for a moment as well, it was small and light, a man’s book.

“I don’t know, I haven’t had the time to look through much of the book yet.  As for the box…there’s some dust or something inside it…don’t even know what that’s for, it’s just that the box had the same symbols as the book.”
Her husband didn’t even look up, turning and leading her around a corner.

“Oh…well…”  Before she could say anything further Dan paused in front of her, she almost tripped over him.

“Look, that’s the shop over there.  It’s a little expensive, I think.”  He said, pointing at it.

Sophie dug a hand into her purse.  Her clothes were gone, but at least it had survived – it even looked a little bigger than before, like it would now be difficult for Dan to carry it without using both hands.

“It’s okay…I’ve got enough money to buy something cheap…” She had her card on her anyway, so she could use it if there were any problems.

Dan looked a little apprehensive.  “Sophie, I’d really like to get back and start studying this so…”

With a little sigh, she took out some money and handed it to him.  “Here’s some money for a taxi, since I wrecked the car and all.  I’ll be fine here…I’ll just get the bus back when I’m done.”

“You sure?”  He stared up at her with those big blue eyes.

“Of course, hun.” Sophie smiled.  “I’m a big girl, you know?  I can take care of myself.  Don’t worry.”  She bent her knees a little and leaned over to give him a hug at his height, kissing him softly before they parted.  “I shouldn’t be too long here, but I might take about an hour to get back if I’m taking the bus.  See you later, dear.  I'll come right back when I'm finished.” Casting one last glance over her bowling ball sized shoulder she turned and sauntered down the street, her thighs rubbing together as she moved.   Dan couldn’t help but stare for a moment, admiring his wife’s figure, especially the way her ass flexed and jiggled up and down as she moved.
With a slight shake of the head, he made his way to the line of taxis parked nearby.  Even if it was a bit expensive, it was still the fastest way home.

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As Dan’s taxi sped away, Sophie walked over to the clothes shop and looked through the window.  The clothes on display all looked as though they had been designed for larger women, but at her size even they might be a little tight.  A slight pang of self-consciousness told her that when she had been smaller, she’d have been nervous or embarrassed to walk into a place like that wearing the things she had on now.  However, she wasn’t nervous – how could she be?  She hadn’t seen anyone taller than her so far, and she certainly felt like the biggest, strongest person around…so why not be confident with her appearance?

When she pushed the shop door open a small bell sounded, and a female voice from the room behind the counter said, “Coming…coming…one second…jeez…”
Sophie glanced around at the other wares, but nothing looked like it would fit offhand, so asking the clerk’s advice seemed like a good idea.  A tall woman parted the beads framing the larger doorway into the back, talking as she went.

“Sorry about that, getting into these new jeans is kinda tough sometimes…how can I hel…p…?”

The tanned skin and dark hair gave the impression of latina descent, her bulky frame tapered at the waist and spreading out wide at the hips.  She wore a tank top and jeans, neither of which did very much to hide her midriff.  As with all women, this one was cut, with biceps the size of large ripe melons, even unflexed, and massive thighs that were clearly outlined on her jeans, even causing tears in some parts.  Her shoulders were well over three feet across, and her hips may have been even wider than that.  Her breasts were reigned in tightly by the tank top, mashed together and tightly bound.  They jutted out from her massive pecs and tried to expand around the top, not quite managing it.

Sophie felt her cock twitch.  It looked as though the woman was thinking the same thing, given the way her voice had trailed away.  The clerk was huge, but she didn’t even hold a candle to Sophie, who had her beat height wise by about 6 inches.

Clearing her throat, Sophie indicated the curtains she was wearing.  “I had a little accident with my clothes…so, uh, I need to get new ones.  Do you have anything in my size?”

“Your…size…?”  The dark haired girl blinked and came to her senses, trying to smile as she would for any customer.  It came off more as a giddy grin than she would have liked.  “…clothes problems.  Right, it happens.  Um…lemme look around, I’ll jus’ be a sec.”

As the clerk disappeared into the back room, ducking through a doorway as she went, Sophie moved further into the shop to take a look around.  Normally, she figured, she'd have been a little nervous about being seen in public in what was effectively a toga - larger women might have taken that as an advertisement for free sex, but she felt really confident.  Maybe it was because she was pretty sure there weren't many girls as big as she was, so she could go about her business as she saw fit.

There were a few other women in the store, all of them with larger than life figures, bristling with muscle.   One or two of them were staring openly at Sophie, she was rather hard to miss, and the more prudent among them were casting shy, furtive glances at her every so often while trying their best to appear as if they were looking at clothes.  Of all the women, only a couple didn't show any interest at all.

The material of the sheet she wore was thin, so Sophie expected that they could at least get the impression of the monster swinging between her thighs.  The thought turned her on a little bit, causing the thick organ to grow thicker still.  A cursory glance didn't reveal anything nearly large enough to incorporate her considerable mass, and the sheet kept threatening to come undone and fall away from her body.  The impulse to flex and show off was hard enough to resist without that happening!

The tanned latina clerk returned a few moments later with another, larger woman.  Her friend stood almost as tall as Sophie but wasn't quiet as heavily built.  She had short pale blond hair and pretty green eyes, accompanied by full lips that had a reddish color to them.  Her clothes were light at best, a thin, tight layer of dark green material that struggled to hold in her full chest while leaving her abdomen exposed.  The skirt she wore was tightly wrapped around her hips, only long enough to keep her thick, coiled modesty hidden, baring her muscular legs.  Sophie had seen that so much today that she speculated that it must be in fashion now.

The clerk motioned to the woman.  "Ma'am, this is my boss, Trisha.  We don't have much in stock that would fit you properly but..."

"I might be able to help you..."  Trisha cut in.  "My name is Trisha Harris, I'm the duty manager."  She extended a large hand to Sophie, who shook it and gave the woman her name in return.

"We have an extensive stock here to fit a lot of different sizes but....I'm sorry, but I've never met anyone as big as you, my dear."  Trisha looked Sophie up and down, as if sizing her up.  The woman's  gaze lingered on Sophie's crotch for a moment, before returning to her face.  "That's not to say that we can't help you, after all you've only that...what are those, some kind of floral toga?"

"Curtains..."  Sophie said curtly.  "I..uh..ruined my clothes so it's kind of an emergency...."

"I completely understand,"  Trisha continued,  "that's the so-called woman's burden.  We get so big so fast we we're growing up that it's hard to keep our clothes on."  She stepped a little closer to Sophie, so close in fact that their breasts were almost touching.  Sophie felt her nipples harden from the charged air between the two of them, poking through the makeshift toga like large thimbles and trying to close the distance.

"Well," Trisha gave Sophie her best perky smile,  "how about we get you measured first?  Then we can work out how much material we need to make something for you, just tell us what kind of clothes you'd like..."
Sophie raised a hand to shush the woman,  causing her bicep to swell up.  "I have a question first, how long is this going to take?"

"Oh, not long, surely!  We'll work as fast as we can.  Now come on....Monique, could you get one of the longer tape measures?"  Trisha extended her arms and made a gesture to indicate length, holding her arms out in front of her and nodding at the distance in between her outstretched hands.  The latina woman, Monique, smiled and nodded, heading to the back of the store once again.  Sophie wondered if she wasn't getting the full gist of the conversation. 

Trisha linked her massive arm around Sophie's and led her into the back of the store.  "Okay, this way, my dear.  We'll measure you in the back."  This caused Sophie to pause for a moment.
"Um, why can't you just measure me here?"  She asked.

The manageress blinked and quirked her head with a smile.  "Well, we can't do a full measurement when you're wearing that...ah...that toga?  Yes.  It looks about ready to come off anyway.  You don't have to come through to the back but...I don't think you're wearing any underwear, are you?"

Sophie blushed.  It was one thing to flex and show off to the other women but she still didn't want to just parade around naked in front of them.  She seemed to be hard enough to resist as it was without adding any more fuel to the fire.  With a sigh, she nodded, following the younger latina woman through the beads. 

As she moved through the door, Sophie noted that while the three of them had been talking a young man had entered the store and slipped quietly behind the cash register.  He looked like a store employee as he wore a similar name tag, but she hadn't seen him in the store front until now.   The youth folded his arms behind his back, preparing to mind the register for the next couple of hours.
Pursing her lips as she thought about it, Sophie felt bad that she'd keep Dan waiting even longer, but she really did need clothes, and getting them measured and made in store sounded like a pretty good deal.  As she moved through the door, it closed behind her with a soft click.

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For Dan, the drive home was reasonably long, but it felt longer still, and once inside he sat down on the large couch with a sigh.  Everything in the building, all the furniture, doorways and windows were uncomfortably large, having been made for a much larger person.  The whole house had grown slightly, as before it would have been difficult for someone of his wife's size to move around in.
Resting the book he'd found in his lap, he opened it at the first page and began to read his father's last words.

"Through women's eyes, she watches me."  What did that even mean?  Was it meant to be taken literally?  Was that how Ulith kept finding him?...more importantly, had his father summoned the demon before?
The questions spiraled through his mind.  Reading on, he found that the late Dr. Marsh was as wordy as always, describing the events up until he had started writing the journal.  Apparently he had brought the jar containing Ulith back from the Middle East, and had opened it as part of his studies.  Ulith had confronted him just as she had Dan, demanding his seed like an Empress demanding sovereignty.

According to the journal, Dan's mother and father had been separated for a few years at the time.  Odd...he didn't remember that.  Dan's father had told the demon that he only had eyes for one woman, and that woman had left him.  He had told Ulith that he only wanted one woman, his wife, Ulith had told him that she would grant him this, and then he would offer her his services. 

The very next day, Dan's mother had shown up for work at her ex-husband's office - as his secretary.  Confused as Dr. Marsh was by this, she began coming on to him midway through the shift.  Leaving the building for some fresh air, Dr. Marsh slipped into the local cafe to get a drink...when he noticed that his wife was working behind the cash register.

Over the course of the day, all women everywhere began to turn into Kara Marsh.  She was everywhere, and all of them seemed to have a thing for Dan's father.   At first it was a like a weird dream for the man, but soon it became overwhelming.  He saw her on the news as both a murderer and a victim, as a prisoner and a saint.  When Ulith arrived to collected her payment, Dr. Marsh begged her to changed everything back, and she said that it was up to him, not her.

Perhaps with the same stubborn streak that Dan himself possessed, Dan's father refused her again and vowed to find away to change everything back.  The remainder of the journal documented a lot of research he had undertaken to that effect while hiding away in his office, afraid to even go outside less he be set upon by multiple copies of his wife or men who were angry at him for stealing their daughters, mothers and sisters.   Did those men even realize what was going on?  He didn't know.

One thing he had learned during the investigation was the proper method for keeping something hidden from Ulith.  The first step was remain out of sight of women.   If they were nearby, Ulith could manifest if she so chose, laughing in his mind and taunting him by appearing in person.  He noted that she made personal appearances less and less as time went on, though he wasn't sure why.

Thanks to his access to ancient tablets and scrolls from the Middle East, he'd learned the appropriate ritual for summoning and binding a demon, as well as one to protect objects from demonic magic.  Dan suspected that the book and the small box must be protected in this manner.  However, that was the last entry in the journal, he'd gone off to confront Ulith and put an end to this.  Only to turn up dead a week later, apparently of a heart attack.  Still, he'd done something right, since the world wasn't filled with Dan's mother right now.

No, instead it was full of hermaphroditic amazons.   Why?  From the journal it was clear that Ulith had perverted his father's wish, but he hadn't wished for anything when she came out of that pot...unless it wasn't a wish that she had granted, but a desire.   While at first he'd been afraid of the rapid changes, Dan couldn't deny how attractive he found the forms of these powerful women.  When they had sex with each other, watching them turned him on more than anything else.  These feelings had bled through the fear he felt, made themselves known to him when he'd watched his wife and mother, and the two women in the cell.

What if it was this hidden desire that had caused all this?  The easiest way to find out was to ask Ulith herself, and he had just the method to do it.  He summon her to one spot and bind her, preventing her from doing anything but answering his questions.

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"....and flex."  Monique said softly as she loosened the measuring tape around her thigh.  Sophie did as she was told, tightening her muscles and causing the thigh to bulge out obscenely.  The two seamstresses had been very gentle with her so far, taking her measurement and moving their hands softly across her skin as they did so.  She could feel her cock swell as she thought about it, as much as she tried to reign herself in.  With only these curtains covering her her up, any erection would be plainly visible, especially at her size!

"54 inches."  The girl noted.  Trisha wrote the measurement down on the pad she carried with her.  "Very impressive, my dear."  The platinum haired woman smiled at Sophie, practically undressing her with her eyes.  "You know, most women only make it into the mid-40s for flexed thigh size...so you're well above average, quite rare.  Do you work out often?"

"Only a few times a week?"  Sophie murmured back.

"Really?"  Trisha remarked with a raised eyebrow.  "Interesting."

Sophie swore that Trisha licked her lips just then.  "Look, this won't take much longer, will it?"

"The measurements?  No, no, not at all.  The real wait will be when we make your dress.  Obviously we're on a time limit, you want to get home as soon as possible, right?  We'll use a predefined pattern, a fairly simple one, but just up the sizes.  With this time frame it won't be very durable, but it should last you until you get home."  She stepped a little closer to Sophie.  "Play your cards right and we won't even charge you for it..."

There was a predatory look in her eye, which seemed almost comical to Sophie since she stood almost a full head taller than the woman.  She was gorgeous, of course, with her neatly cut hair and her emerald eyes, but Sophie didn't have a lot of time.  Dan had probably already made his way home and was reading that book, so he was probably expecting her to come and join him.  She even told him she'd come straight back.

Monique looped the measuring tape in her hand.  "Almost done!  Your measurements are...well...kind of amazing, if you don't mind me saying."  Sophie had to bend over a little to see the kneeling woman beneath all the jiggling breast flesh in between the two of them.  When she caught sight of the young brown skinned woman though, she could see tight bulge in her crotch.  Monique had obviously gotten hot from the simple act of measuring Sophie's titanic body and feeling her muscles.  Monique wiped at her lip.  "We just need to measure your penis now..."

Sophie blinked.  "Wait, what?"  She'd been in to get measured before, if not by these two, and that seemed like a rather unusual request.

"Uh...well...we need to find out how much slack to give the clothes we're making for you.  If you get erect and they tear then it'd be a waste of money, right?"  The girl continued.

"...I..um..."  Sophie felt a little torn by this - on the one hand she found it hard to resist the urge to show off her body.  On the other she could see where this was going, and while she would love to go balls deep in both women it would probably mean prolonging her stay a little longer than intended.  She covered her crotch with her hands, attempting to hide her swelling cock from view.  Even her large hands weren't enough.

"Don't be shy, dear.  We're professionals!"  Trisha chimed in, emerging from behind Sophie's back and running her hand along the thick plate of muscle on her arm.    Sophie watched Trisha come around to her front, watched the thick cords of brawn in the woman's thighs bulge as she knelt down beside Monique.  A few days ago Sophie had probably been smaller than this woman, most women would have been...but now she was much bigger, and had the store owner kneeling in front of her to catch a glimpse of her cock.  God, this was hard.  It was hard to keep the power from going to your head.  Sophie softly bit her bottom lip, shaking ever so slightly as the women reached out to move her hands away.   She increased the pressure on her cock, trying to keep it down.  Doing so only turned her on all the more.

While Monique tried to gently move Sophie's hands out of the way, Trisha came up behind her and  undid the tie she had made in the curtain just beneath her arm.   The material fell away before she had the time to shift her arms and stop it.

"What is this material?"  Trisha mutter, sweeping the makeshift into her arms and feeling the fabric.  "Oh my...it really is a curtain!  I thought you were joking!  You poor dear..."

The moment Sophie had lifted her hands to try and stop her breasts bouncing free of their confines, Monique had seized the opportunity to remove the drapes that had been looped around her hips.   With a gasp, Sophie's hands flew back to her crotch, attempting to cover up what was left of her modesty.  Monique gasped as well, though for a different reason.  She had expected her customer's penis to be large, given the size of her body it was an obvious assumption to make.  When the monster had sprung out from behind the tight drapes though, it's thick length had almost slapped her in the face.   It was so thick and long, it looked like a young man's arm...and it wasn't even fully erect yet!

The color of Sophies face deepened to a red tone as she blushed, finding her pulsing rod to be too difficult to hide with her hands.  There was just so much about her body that was erotically charged, her breasts, her muscles, her pussy, her cock, her ass....all of it seemed designed to turn on other women and men with sheer scale, and from what she could see the two women beside her were no exception.
Sophie could feel it too, a desire to just take the both of them right here and now.  It was clear that they wanted it, and she could give it to them so easily.  Her mind was becoming clouded, her thoughts fuzzy, and the urge was becoming harder to fight with each passing second. 

Tentatively, Monique tried to move Sophie's large hands away from the pulsing member.   Sophie gasped and stood staring at Monique with her mouth open, allowing the girl to lift her hands away and encircle her cock with the tape measure.

"....9 inches thick....sorry 9.4..."  Monique swallowed as she took the measurements.  She could hear the woman start to breath faster high above her.  "N..now I'll measure the length."  Sophie felt the tape loosen and brush up against the length of her cock while the girl held it up - it was too long bear its own weight.  It was certainly bigger than it had been yesterday....she'd be interested to see exactly how much.   "...21 inches..."  The clerk below her breathed.  "My God...that's...she's nearly 2 feet long. "  And with the way her cock was hardening, she'd soon pass the 2ft mark.

Sophie was too focused on Monique to turn around, but she could practically feel Trisha's eyes on her back.  "Monique...", the manageress said,  "...would you get  some material from the cabinet?  I'm thinking a dark blue color...it'll be on the bottom shelf..."

"Dark blue?....okay."  Monique thought that the color request was a little odd since the fabric designs they had on hand generally called for earth tones, but Trisha had made a lot of the specialty clothes sold in the shop as well as modifying the ones that came from third parties - so she was the expert here.  She turned away from Sophie and moved over to the large wall cabinet on the other side of the room.  It was deep, with materials organized by color then fabric type.  She knelt down to get to the dark blue ones, giving Sophie a good look at her thick ass and the jeans that were stretched tightly across it.

Involuntarily Sophie reached her hand out, stopping herself before it went any further - her mind drifting back to her husband.  She didn't want to play around here, she needed to support him more now than every with all this weird stuff happening.   Suddenly, strong arms encircled her, Trisha's hands quickly moving under her breasts and lifting them up.  Sophie could feel the press of an erect cock against her exposed pussy, separated only by a thin layer of fabric. 

"Glorious, isn't it?"  A sensual voice whispered in Sophie's ear.  "That big, soft ass of hers."   The hands massaged the underside of her heavy mammaries slowly before reaching up and pinching her nipples between the thumb and forefinger.  "She's a real size queen, just like me.  She'd just love it if you took that long...thick...cock of yours and filled her up with it."  Sophie almost cried out from the attention, but stifled her moans before she made too much noise.

"W...what material do you want?"  Monique asked nervously, she wasn't oblivious to the soft moans emanating from the two huge figures behind her, and was getting a little hot herself...both from having been looking at Sophie and from being in such a provocative position with her jeans  biting into her ass.

"Oh, how about we start with some of the course fabric with a floral pattern..?"  Trisha replied, licking her soft lips after saying so.  "There's only a few rolls of it left at the back of the unit." 

Monique leaned forward, reaching deeper into the cabinet.  Her thick arm obscured her view, so she was feeling around for the fabric blindly, sticking her ass out a little further as she went deeper into the shelving unit.  Her jeans were tugged down slightly by her movements, revealing more of the flesh of her buttocks...and the fact that a black thong was nestled between the two powerful glutes.

Sophie's forehead began to glisten with sweat.  Every woman had some measure of self control, it stopped the streets from being one constant orgy, but they needed to at least get off a number of times each day in order to remain clear headed.  She was exercising the limits of that self control, holding herself back in a way few others could have hoped to.   The way this woman was pushing her buttons wasn't helping, she could have easily shoved her away, but some small insatiable part of her needed this.

"Oh...g..god..."  The hulking woman murmured as Trisha slid a hand down to her crotch and began to knead one of her balls softly.

"Mm...you're big here too..."  The blonde haired  shop owner purred.  "Go on...take a step forward, bury yourself in her...it'll feel sooo good."

Sophie could barely keep her cock at bay now, it was as hard as a metal girder and wouldn't go away any time soon.  The woman had her over a barrel, she realized, since the only two ways out of here without buying clothes were to steal them or go naked.  Neither option seemed at all palatable to her.

Suddenly, Monique, balancing on one hand and reaching into the closet with the other as she was, slipped and fell forwards.  Her weight cracked the shelf above the one she was reaching into, and a bundle of green rolls of fabric fell on top of her and rolled off.   She  thrust her rear up into the air as  her upper body lowered, cushioned by her breasts...bringing the trembling, thick butt closer than ever to Sophie's cock.

"Ah!"  Sophie gasped, losing the last of her remaining willpower.  "Fuck it..."   

She stepped forward, grabbing Monique's generous ass with one hand  and  wrapping her fingers around the thong.   The girl squeaked in response, she'd expected this, but not quite so suddenly.  Wrenching her hand back, Sophie snapped the thong and pull down her jeans, leaving Monique's ass bear.  She could feel her mouth water just looking at it and, cupping her cock in her hand, she ran the head around the lips of Monique's soft opening.
The clerk push herself up, the folds of cloth and fabric rolling off her and her biceps bunching up as she pressed her arms against the floor.   She tried to look around to see the woman who was about to penetrate her, but her thick neck would only allow her so much range in her movements.

Sophie gasped with pure euphoria as her rod slid into the hole, pushing deeper and deeper until it hit the woman's womb and began to press against it with so much more meat left to pack in.  The soft, moist warmth of the girl's vaginal walls felt wonderful against the skin of Sophie's cock, and she started to push herself in and out, trying to drive herself deeper with each thrust.

"Oh...ahn....g..god."  Monique moaned loudly as the giant hermaphrodite behind her began to fuck her with increasing speed, spearing her with a massive prick that she never expected would even fit inside her.   Sophie had practically gone into a trance,  her cock growing even larger from all the stimulation.  She massaged Monique's ass at first, touching and squeezing every inch of it, then she turned her attention to the girl's swaying breasts , leaning over her in order to get a hold of them and then pushing them together.

"I'd be a fool if I just watched..."  Trisha remarked, unhooking her skirt and peeling it away from her body so that her own cock swung free.  In the back of her mind, she knew that she'd have to spend some time tonight fixing the cabinet and sorting all the fabric out again....but she didn't care, this was worth it.

She began to gently rub Sophie's shoulders even as the woman pounded her employee, feeling the peaks and depths of her customer's back muscles and lowering her hands until they rested on the larger woman's expansive ass.  Pulling  the cheeks apart to expose Sophie's delicate asshole, she licked two fingers and slid them inside, causing Sophie to buck and lean her head back into her traps.

Monique felt Sophie buck, pushing her cock even deeper.   Her pussy now coated with the woman's precum, the young clerk closed her eyes and buried her face in her own breasts, spread out as they were below her.  It felt like Sophie was just going to keep pushing and pushing, feeding the length of her cock in little by little.  Monique gasped as if all the air was being pushed from her lungs, she had never felt anything like it.
Trisha lifted her own cock up and pressed herself up against Sophie's back.  "I'm going to fuck you like a dog...your ass first, you like it there, don't you?"  The manager had watched her customer's reaction while stroking the inside of her asshole.   Some women weren't all that into that, but Sophie certainly seemed to be from all the noise she was making.

"In we go..." She muttered, sliding her own substantial member into Sophie's waiting hole.  It went in easily, obviously the woman was well practiced at this.  As she began to pump it in and out, Sophie's moans faded away, and she could only open her mouth for short gasps.  She felt dizzy, two women at once...she had heard it was good with more than one, but she'd never actually tried it for fear that she'd become exhausted by it.  Now, with her larger more powerful body, that didn't look like it was going to be a problem.

Sophie, now lost in the throes of ecstasy, gripped Monique's ass more tightly causing the woman to squeal into her breasts.  Reaching up and fondling one of her own breasts, Sophie lifted it up, opening her mouth to wrap her lips around the cork sized nipple.  All thoughts of getting back to Dan were whitewashed away...she'd probably feel really bad about it later, but for now she only felt the powerful sense of pleasure that came with fucking and being fucked at the same time.

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Dan  breathed in deeply, letting the air fill his lungs after the exertion from having moved all of the furniture in the living room to one side.  He wasn't fat or out of shape by any means but the couch, chairs and TV were now build for and meant to be moved around by people who were several sizes larger than he was.   The were several times heavier than they'd been before, he couldn't even lift one end of the couch up and had to resort to dragging it across the carpet.

As soon as he was done, he sagged down into the big chair, sighing heavily.  In order to enact the spell that his father's book said would trap Ulith, he needed space enough to make a large and rather complex circle on the floor using the powder in the box mixed with regular salt.  It was going to take some time to get this right, since he wouldn't be able to do anything until the circle was complete. 

As he sat there, he caught himself wondering if magic like this had always existed in the universe, and humans just weren't aware of it.  That didn't make much sense to him, surely someone had tried in the past before. 
"Let's see..."  He muttered quickly, picking up the book and flipping to the page in the circle.   It was weird looking, containing a pentagram with all sorts of words written in a language he didn't understand written around the edge.   If he didn't get this right then who knows what it could do.

Grabbing a piece of paper from his office printer, he sketched out the circle with a pencil.   Even the pencil looked much longer than he would have expected a pencil to be, heavier and made of a much sturdier wood.   He frowned at it, still unable to believe that the world had changed so radically in the last few days.  All the hyper muscular women he'd seen were starting to make him quite hot and bothered.

He couldn't deny how amazing they looked - symbols of power and sexuality.   Especially his wife, possibly now more beautiful than she'd ever been...and with that body.   He shook himself out of it.  The  world couldn't function like this, pretty soon men wouldn't have a place in it at all.   All it would take would be for Ulith to give women's semen the ability to produce children...then where would that leave men.  Even if she couldn't do it for some reason, how long would it be before men were herded into camps for their own protection, treated as things by women who only needed them to make babies.

Getting up, he went into the kitchen taking the box with him.   Pouring the powder from it into a bowl, he mixed it with ordinary table salt using a wooden spoon.   The ritual called for a few drops of life energy as well, in the form of blood or semen, to summon the demon, but he could worry about that later.

Heading back into the living room, he lifted the pot of white paint and small brush he'd picked up from the garage.  It'd been useful for painting his fence last week, and now it'd be equally as useful for ruining his carpet.
"Sophie's gonna flip."  He muttered to himself.  His wife loved the wine red carpet, even though he wasn't too fond of it...and now he was going to paint a big white magic circle on it.   It was the only way to get the dust in the right places on the floor - mark out the areas they needed to be in with paint.  Of course, he'd have loved to have talked with Sophie about this but she still hadn't gotten back, which was weird.  Even if she had, he both doubted she'd acquiesce to it and thought that Ulith might be able to see him through her eyes.

In light of what had been going on yesterday and the day before, he hoped she'd understand.   Gulping back his apprehension, he let some of the paint drip onto the carpet.  It seemed to soak in almost immediately.
Dan set about painting the rest of the circle.  He had closed his the curtains on the living room window so that no one could see him and think that he was some kind of lunatic.   This would have really been much easier to clean if he'd done it in the kitchen with its linoleum floor, but it really wasn't big enough.

When he was about half way through, he heard a noise outside.   A car was arriving, and for a brief moment he wondered if his wife had decided to get a taxi after all instead of taking the bus.   Rushing to the window, he opened the curtains slightly in order to peek out and get a better look.

A large car had pulled up into the neighboring driveway, the big black sedan owned by the woman next door.  She stepped out of the car, dressed in her business suit...a suit jacket with wide sleeves and a wider chest to fit her massive arms and account for her breasts.   Her silver tie disappeared in between her breasts and the missing buttons on her shirt indicated that she'd torn the shirt open at some point, possibly while she was at work.  Her now form-fitting miniskirt was drawn tightly across he thighs save for the bulge in the center.

Dan knew her as Hannah York, but he didn't know her well.  They had only spoken a couple of times, and she was a better friend to his wife than she was to him.   The two had even gone out once or twice at the weekend after all, thought he suspected that in this version of reality their reasons for doing so were probably a bit more....lurid.
Before she had been married to an absolute louse of a man called Ted, and the two of them had a son and a daughter, Robby and Maria respectively, who had moved out and gone to college already.   As he watched the woman through the window, Dan placed a hand on his chin.  "I wonder how the changes have affected her family," He thought out loud.  Since his night in the cells he'd begun talking to himself a lot more and become a lot more curious about the changes. 

Hannah spotted the closed curtains of the house next door and quirked an eyebrow at them, flicking her black hair over her shoulder.  The couple next door had always been a little strange, especially Sophie's husband Dan.  She wondered how the woman put up with him, but was polite about it all the same.   

Shrugging, she heading towards her own front door.  It opened before she got to it, and she paused - she'd kicked her husband out a couple of years ago after he'd tried to hit her while in a drunken stupor.  It was a near suicidal thing for a man to do, since a woman could probably take him out with a casual slap, but it had unnerved her enough that she'd thrown him out for his own safety...and because neither of them really loved each other anymore.  So who could possibly...she gasped as her son pushed door out of his way and ran towards her, followed by he much larger form of his younger sister.

Hannah raised her hand to wave to the both of them, a bright smile on her face.  The movement caused her sleeve to explode as a watermelon sized bicep tore through it.  She glanced at it and frowned for a moment.  "Aw, that was my favorite suit..."  The woman muttered, before allowing her smile to return as she regarded her two children.  "Maria, Robby!  What are you doing home from college?" 

Robby, half her height, stopped beside her only to be swept up in her large arms.  "Well, we know that you're on your own a lot since Dad left, so we decided to come visit you together."  He said, giving his mother a kiss now that he could reach her face.

Hannah drew her son into a hug, surrounding him with cloth covered breast flesh that threatened to burst free from its confines at any moment.  "Oh, Robby!  My little man, you're so thoughtful!"

Dan heard the exchange between the two through the window.  'Robby' must be nearly 20 years old now, having been at college for two years since he was 18.   His younger sister had left at almost the same time despite being a year younger than he was.   When last he'd seen her she'd been a petite young thing a good head and shoulders shorter than her more average brother.  Now she was on the upper end of 7ft tall - a mass of bulky, veined muscle much like her mother.  She wore a black tanktop that was torn at the top in the middle and exposed her abs, perhaps a stylistic choice or perhaps from trying to hold her gigantic breasts.   Her plaid skirt covered her ass, but certainly didn't leave much to the imagination.  'How old was she now?'  Dan wondered.  19? 

Hannah released her soon, setting him down gently on the ground.  "Maria...you look good."  Her daughter grinned at this remark and did a double bicep pose.

 "I've grown quite lot since a I got to college, Mom."  The girl walked over to her mother and wrapped her arms around the woman.   "You're looking pretty good yourself." 
Hannah return the hug.   "This is such a nice surprise, thank you so much, you two!" 

"No problem!"  Robby remarked from several feet below his mother.  "It's nice to be home.  I think that Maria's been missing you even more than I have, if you know what I mean."
"Oh?  Well, we'll just have to see to that right away."  Hannah replied, turning back to her daughter and giving the girl a peck on the cheek, followed by a much longer kiss on the lips.   She slipped her tongue into her daughter's mouth, and Maria closed her eyes while Robby looked on with a big smile.

It was such a bizarre scene, and Dan watched it all from the window.  What? Was she going to screw her own daughter?  It certainly looked like it from the way they were kissing and pressing against one another.  Their breasts bulged out of the top of thier clothes and almost parted thier kiss, their clothed cocks rubbed together as Maria tried to put her leg around her mother, wordlessly.

Dan couldn't tear his eyes away, watching what he had always been taught was the ultimate taboo - an incestual tryst.  He should have felt bad that Ulith had made the world this way, but he felt strangely drawn to the two of them.  They were both dark haired beauties, with the age reversing effects of the magic making them seem more like twins than mother and daughter.  Their bulging, titanium hard muscles pulsed with their movements, causing a stiffness to grown in Dan's pants.  He looked away, gritting his teeth, he couldn't believe what he was thinking. 

Then the creaking noise began, and Dan looked up once again to see if it was really what he thought it was.  While Robby stayed the same height, both his mother and sister seemed to expand in every direction.  Tears opened up on their clothes revealing pinkish flesh beneath as their bodies tried to tear their way through the material covering them.  Hanna released her daughter and placed her hands on the girl's swelling bosom, pushing her tits together and squeezing them as they inflated in size.

Giggling as her mother massaged her breasts, Maria reached down towards Hannah's crotch with a thickening arm, rubbing her mother's cock until it freed itself from the confines of her panties.  She stroked it as it grew in length, and for a moment Dan wondered if the two were simply going to do each other in the driveway. 

The two women continued to grow higher and higher, with Hannah eventually reaching about 9ft in height and her daughter only half a foot shorter.  Neither noticed that they were bursting through their clothes, and the only sign that they were away of anything at all was when Maria reached around to her pleated skirt and  futilely tried to pull it back down over her massive ass.   The material tore in her hand as she tried to force it, even as the rest of the tears  knitted themselves closed as their size became the new norm.

Maria looked at the tear she'd made quizzically for a moment before shrugging her titanic shoulders and turning to her mother once more.   Hannah blushed and stuffed her now python like cock back into her panties.   "Ahem.." she cleared her throat, "...let's head back inside, we've all got a lot of catching up to do, I'm sure."

The three of them turned towards their home and walking inside.  Dan followed them with his eyes as much as he could before they went out of sight.  Hannah had be grabbing at her daughter's ass as they walked along, massaging her pussy with a single finger as they moved.    Shaking his head, Dan closed the curtains, bathing the room in darkness once again.  If the neighbors were now that size, how big was Sophie, who had been growing larger than the women around her with each burst?

He couldn't help feeling that he was as much looking forward to seeing her new form as he was dreading it.

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Monique ran her tongue along the underside of Sophie's heavy balls as the larger woman sat on her face, covering it in the juices from her pussy.  The clerk greedily lapped the sweet tasting fluid up, caught in her own ecstasy as her boss bounced up and down on her cock while Sophie's large hands massaged her breasts.

All three women were mostly undressed now,  Sophie had already been naked but Trisha's suit was now in tatters as well.   The only one with any clothing was Monique, lying on the ground in such a position that it was difficult to flex out of the restrictive casual wear.    With a grin on her face Trisha slid up and down on Monique's cock, savoring every inch of the almost almost two foot long prong while running her fingers across her breasts.
The three woman had already come once each, splattering the floor with sticky ejaculate.  Sophie felt herself building up to another orgasm, cum started spilling from her cock as it  moved with her, leaving a thick trail across Monique's abs.   

"Oh...mm...god..." She  murmured to herself.   Monique's tongue stirred up her pussy causing her balls to tighten with tingling pleasure.  "This is...amazing."

She wondered idly why she hadn't done it with multiple women before, maybe she had...she couldn't remember well, it felt new.  Perhaps she hadn't been large enough or sexy enough before to have women constantly coming on to her in this way.   She wished Dan could be here to see this, he'd love it as well, after she was done with these two he could do her as well.   She'd be very gentle, she wouldn't hurt him.  She didn't want to hurt him accidentally..so this size was perfect, she felt like she could fully control herself.

She closed her eyes as she came, spraying Trisha with her semen.  The woman wiped it off her breasts and stuck her fingers in her mouth.  "You taste wonderful."  The manageress breathed, sighing as she drove Monique's cock deeper inside her.  "We'll...nn..make your...ah...clothes for you...just give us some..." She threw her head back.  "..time!"   It was clear that the woman was babbling.
Just as Sophie began to soften she heard it.   That creaking sound.  She blinked her eyes open and looked down at herself with both worry and arousal.  "Geez..."  She said to no one in particular.  "..how big am I going to get..?" 

She felt a pulse run through her body, the migraine she had felt from it before now nothing more than a mild headache.  Neither of the other two women noticed it.   She felt everything swell, her skin drew tight across her muscles as they ballooned in size, the veins bulged out as thick as pipes.  She moaned - now that the pain was going, the feeling of getting larger felt incredible.    Her cock went rock hard again, getting longer and thicker with each pulse, her breasts surpassing beach balls in size.  She felt her bones grow longer, her neck lengthening to accommodate her growing traps.
It was hard to know how tall she had gotten, the room around her was in a haze  and the other two women were keeping pace with her.   Monique's remaining clothes simply burst as she outgrew them,  her cock momentarily stretching out Trisha's pussy before it caught up.

"Mm...Monique!  That feels wonderful!  I didn't know you could swell so big!"   Trisha yelled as she was lifted by the massive meat pole.  Then as quickly as they had begun, both Monique and Trisha stopped growing, their expansion slowing and leaving them only a few inches bigger all around.  Neither of them ever thinking that they had been smaller.

However, Sophie just kept getting larger, attaining a truly gargantuan physique as her muscles swelled and shifted to allow new muscles to emerge.  With this she had become one of the biggest and strongest women on the planet, as big as a hyper weight bodybuilder.   Monique felt the woman on top of her grow heavier, and she pushed at the woman's legs with her pillar like arms.   Sophie wouldn't be shifted by such a paltry effort, even though many others would have been tossed into the air.   Still, she noticed that the clerk was having trouble breathing in and rolled off of her.

Trisha stood up, watching the woman's growing form with disbelief, she looked at Monique for a moment and then back to Sophie.  "Is she...is she getting bigger?"

'Yes!' Sophie wanted to cry out.  'You were too!'  But no words came out, her mouth was wet with saliva and juices, and through the intense feeling of ecstasy she could only mumble softly. 

"Oh my god!"  Trisha continued, kneeling down and resting a hand on Sophie's thigh.  "She is!  This is incredible!"

"Is she okay?"  Monique said, sitting up and wiping herself off.  "Maybe we'd better get her to a doctor..."

Trisha only grinned in response.  "No, it looks like she's slowing down now...oh...look at how big she is!   Look at how big this is..."  The store owner purred as she ran her hand across Sophie's turgid, 3.5 ft  member, wondering how it would feel to have something that big inside her.  She couldn't resist the temptation.

"W..wait boss!"  Monique yelled, reaching out a hand, but it was already too late.  When Sophie came to Trisha had already stuffed  three quarters of the massive cock into herself, gasping for air with her eyes rolled back and a manic grin on her face.   Monique was nearby, running her hand gently across Sophie's breasts and trying to place her cock between them - when she had gotten closer all rational thought had gone, replaced by lust.

"We'll get something for you to wear..."  The woman said dreamily.  "...but you're going to need remeasured, I think.  There's just so much of you to explore!"   Sophie simply smiled and encircled Monique with one gargantuan arm, pulling her close.   The woman's cock slipped neatly into the space between Sophie's breasts with the fist sized head poking out of the top.  Wrapping her lips around the waiting penis, Sophie began to lick and kiss it.  Dan had been waiting a while, he could stand to wait a little longer.

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Dan stood there, sweat dripping from his forehead.  After pushing the furniture around there was very little physical exertion.  No, it was more the mental exertion that caused him to feel fatigued.  He had spent hours and hours copying the circle from the book, every pattern, every line, even every letter of the language he didn't understand...it was exhausting.
 
Now it was finally complete, the white lines stained into the carpet.   It looked a mess to the untrained eye, and Sophie would have certainly been mad if she saw it.  It didn't matter though, saving the world was worth the price of a single carpet.   Sophie.  Where was she?  She had said that she was coming right back after getting some clothes fitted.  He understood that doing such a thing on the spot took time, but under the circumstances they'd probably have done it for her...so where was she?

With a sigh he tried to focus, this was bigger than Sophie and he...and not much was bigger than Sophie now.  Placing the pot of paint on the floor along with the brush, he moved through to the kitchen, taking with him the small box with the symbols that he'd found in his father's office.

In grim silence, he opened it and mixed the powder inside with regular salt from the drawer.  He tried as hard as he could not to think about his wife and the other women he'd seen today, but the images wouldn't go away.  Sophie especially, with her pretty face and huge new body, gave him an erection that wouldn't go away.

Closing the lid on the box of powder and salt, he took it back through to the living room and sprinkled the combination on the white lines he'd painted, ensuring that the powder was placed down correctly.  According to the book, the circle would not only summon but bind the demon - it would give him power over her.  She wouldn't be released even if he died....this room would effectively become her prison, a new pot just for her.
Then he could force her to return everything to normal...well..maybe not exactly normal, but mostly so.

To summon the demon took life energy, a fluid from the human body - be it blood or semen.  Since he wasn't about to sit and jerk off into the circle, he steeled himself and cut his palm with a knife.   The pain only lasted for a moment before the requisite amount was inside the powder.  Dan grabbed a first aid kit and wrapped his hand in a bandage from it after disinfecting the cut. 

Now was the moment of truth, he'd been nervous about this since he'd begun what would seem like a mad quest to anyone else.  It was time to summon Ulith.   He stood just outside the circle with the book open in his hands, studying the words inside it.  He didn't know what the words meant, but thankfully his father had written a phonetic translation.  He'd been practicing it for the past half hour, it was only a few phrases, but could he do it live.
Shifting listlessly from one foot to the other,  Dan cleared his throat.  "Wo, ne hakka, Daniel Martin isten wirn akka ja re nat'chaka if Ulith, ne ingrafa lo kyuu jingoku. Je mi zenen dete son saku lo licht."  The words were foreign in his mouth, but the pronunciation seemed alright.  He continued, "Son licht ish mi goal, son licht ish mi ban.  Son o' swarren."

He had always assumed that this sort of thing would be done in Latin, not some weird language he'd never even heard of before.  He'd learned as much from movies.   Obviously they were wrong and so was he.  The circle started to glow with an unearthly light as he continued speaking, reading from the book.   Parts of it almost seemed like he was quoting something, but he couldn't imagine what that would be.  The book was good enough to indicate inflections, pauses, lifts and falls in speech...and it wasn't perfect but it seemed to be working.

A point of light rose up from the center of the circle, so bright that he had to squint in order to stay focused.   As soon as he read the final word, the light exploded, causing him to cover his face due to the rush of air.  The windows rattled with the force of it, but miraculously didn't crack.    Hiding his face and eyes, he wondered if the ritual was over, the book certainly didn't say that there was anything else he had to do...

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Trisha just couldn't keep her hands off of the massive cock in front of her, it was bigger than anything she'd ever seen before.  She couldn't even fit all of it inside her, she bottomed out with a third of it still visible beneath her pussy.   Using her fingers, she tried to massage the thick veins that covered the base, working her way down to the balls.  She could barely reach, the woman was so huge that  her member caused a bulge in the manageress' abdomen.

"Oh...m...my..gaaawd."  Trish practically coughed as it slammed in and out of her, feeling as long and thick as a fleshy pilar.  "How...can....you...it...uuungh!"

She and Sophie moaned in unison, as the larger woman rubbed her breasts up and down Monique's cock while licking the tip.  Trisha had already come twice wth Sophie inside her, thick ropes of cum coating the floor, but the muscular goddess hadn't even came once yet.  Her stamina must have grown along with her figure. 

Monique was smothered in tit flesh, her vision blotted out by the  engorged  mammaries her face was buried in.   She couldn't see anything at all, and her hearing was muffled by the  wall of warm skin surrounding her head, so all she could feel was the tongue lapping at her cock.  It increased the euphoria she felt but she had to come up for air soon, so she pressed her hands on Sophie's breasts and pushed away, fighting against the strong arm around her back.  With a mighty push that took a good chunk of her strength, she was able to raise her head and gasp for air.  Upon seeing the girl's plight, Sophie released her, almost unaware of how strong she had become.

Monique feel to the floor, the sweat dripping off of her body as she drew the air back into her lungs.   She gazed upon the gorgeous creature before her that was screwing her boss into a stupor.   With a wry smile, she moved around behind the giant and  stroked her cock with one hand while silently playing with the woman's enlarged slit with the other.  As she rammed her cock in she let out a sigh of pleasure, even though she was this large the brown haired woman still managed to tighten around her.   Grabbing Sophie's breasts from behind, Monique ran her tongue along the undulating ridges of the woman's muscular back.

The  three of them continued their gyrations for while - neither Sophie, nor the two staff could make sense of how long, fucking in a state of euphoria that blurred the passage of time.  Then, as the rhythm moved to a crescendo, Sophie pulled Trisha off of her cock in a moment of inside.  The blonde haired  woman had already taken a lot today, and Sophie figured that she'd likely burst if she was to take the load swirling around within her balls.

The three came at nearly the same time, with Sophie erupting  and spewing gouts of cum all over the prone form of Trisha, who lay prone, her tongue hanging out while pumping her own semen into the air.  Monique unloaded directly into Sophie's pussy,  gripping the woman's breasts tightly for a moment before toppling over and landing on her plush ass. 

Sophie felt her balls tighten and pulse for a moment, swelling to the size of bowling balls only to release even more of her thick jizm than before.  She sighed as the geyser died down and she slowly came to a stop, having never felt so good.

"That was..."  She said breathily. "...that was wonderful."

Both Trisha and Monique lay on the ground, drenched in Sophie's white juices as well as their own.  Monique was a little more conscious then her boss, and sat up, shaking her head.

"Oh...oh, wow. "  The Latina girl said with a groggy expression.  "You...how did you get so big?"

"Magic."  Sophie replied with a dreamy smile, answering truthfully while leaving the girl completely in the dark.  Kneeling down, she put her hands underneath Moniques arms and lifted the woman to her feet.  Monique was shocked at this, given that by most people's standards she was quite heavy, a lot of muscle was packed onto her frame.

"Now how about that re-measurement?"  Sophie continued, her voice growing more chirpy as she became accustomed to her new size.

"Sure.." Monique murmured, staring at her having just fully taken in how tall she had gotten.  "..just...just let us get cleaned up a bit and we'll get right on that."  She staggered over to her boss, who lay sprawled on the floor, a giddy grin on her face.

"C'mon Trisha."  She said, picking the woman up off the floor.  "Let's have a shower....we've got some work to do."

Trisha's head rolled back towards Sophie.  "Oooh...feel..feel free to..hah...cum...around aaaannytime."

"Of course!"  Sophie replied.  "Please hurry just now, though.  I have to get back to my husband."

"Lucky guy..."  Monique whispered, slinking off to the shower room with Trisha in tow.

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When the smoke began to clear, the first thing Dan heard was the breathing.  It was heavy like bellows slowly inflating and deflating.   He lifted his arm from his face and stumbled backwards.  Ulith was there, but nothing like he'd seen her before.  She was gigantic.  Even though the ceiling was much taller than it had been days ago, she still had to crouch down low to avoid it, eventually forcing her into a sitting position.

Her muscles were so large than she looked as though she could have crushed a car into a cube with her bare hands.  Dan didn't even want to guess at the size of her legs, even the tube like veins running across them were as thick as a boy's entire arm would be.  Her breasts were like large beanbags, gently bouncing from side to side as she sat down.  They were probably almost as large as his entire body.  The cock and balls that rested between her legs weren't as large as that, but the shaft was at least 4ft long and almost a foot thick. 

She sat on her haunches wearing nothing at all - a mass of red skin and muscle sinew, her horns brushing lightly against the ceiling.   She wrapped her thick arms around her shins as she sat.  "So we meet again, Dan..."  She said in a rolling, deep voice.  "...I hope you like it."

"Like what?"  Dan replied, taking a moment to calm himself. 

"This world,"  she said, "It has changed so much in the last few days...so have I."

"This can't continue, demon!  I don't know what you seek to gain by doing this, but either you will stop or you'll never leave here!"  He yelled back.

"You?  You dare threaten me?  Look at you, a tiny, weak thing..."  The demon growled back, though there was clearly a quiver in the creature's voice as she tried to move and could not.  "...argh...couldn't you at least have chosen a larger room!?"

Dan smiled.  "No, you'll have to make do.   Now stop this!  Change the world back to what it was before!"

Ulith looked at him for a moment, apparently surprised at this request.  With a shuddering of her muscle she leaned in a little closer, her legs not moving from the spot, unable to leave the circle.   After peering at him with those yellow eyes, the demon smiled then whipped her head back, laughing.

"W..what's so funny?" Dan spluttered, his hands balling into fists. 

"Me?"  The demon giggled, her moutainous breasts jiggling as she shrugged her massive shoulders.  "You think I would do this?"

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When Sophie attempted to leave the boutique, she found it difficult just to get through the door without damaging it.  The door was clearly larger than it had been when she came in, obviously built for larger ladies, but she had gotten just that little bit bigger.  She had to duck her head down low and sidle through, lifting her breasts through one at a time, a maneuver that cause the tight fabric she now wore considerable stress.

After having a quick shower and measuring her again, the two women had swiftly stitched together a loose fitting dress made from a stretchy material.  Given the time constraints placed upon them, they had performed remarkably well - however, the dress still felt a little flimsy.  Perhaps they had intended it that way, the hem of the dress only came down to her mid thigh, relying on her new panties to cover her modesty.  They rode up like a thong, drawn tight by her sizable cock that, even flaccid, looked as though she were trying to smuggle a python.  A single erection would likely tear the underwear apart...but the store workers had given her both the dress and undergarments free, so she couldn't exactly complain. 

Still, she wished she'd taken a shower when they did, since she probably smelled like sweat and sex.  Perhaps she could just say she had been to the gym - with women being the sexual creatures they were, most of those establishments smelled the same way.

She found it hard to tell just how much she had grown with that last burst, since the buildings and other women had also gotten slightly larger as well, the only thing to measure herself against were men, and she couldn't see too many of them around.  Most women now only came up to her shoulder, with bulging thick thighs and powerful shoulders that were still nowhere near as big as her own.  She cupped a large, yet delicate hand to her small chin, and wondered if it was even worth getting the bus.  At her current size she could have probably held a bus over her head, so could it even support her weight properly? Then again, the buses had likely gotten bigger to accommodate larger woman so...maybe.

As she progressed down the street, she caught other women staring at her hungrily, trying to suppress their own desires and only barely succeeding.  They hadn't been like this a few days ago, so maybe whatever was making them grow bigger was also affecting their minds...was it affecting her mind too?  That didn't bear thinking about.  She still seemed clear-headed enough, even though the thought of taking one of those muscular beauties into an alley and having sex with them did make her cock twitch in anticipation....no! She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, she couldn't get sidetracked!  She had to get home.  Dan was probably worried by now, and she was worried about him as well.

Finding a nearby bus stop, she paused and waited.  The bus was still the fastest way home, so she'd have to at least try to squeeze into it.  While standing there she did see some men pass by, either riding on the shoulders of women or walking beside them hand in hand.  God! They must have been less than half her height!

A large pair of dark-skinned arms encircled her waist from behind, the hands pushing into the soft mass of her breasts and lifting them up, squeezing them together and causing a tear to form in the fabric of her new dress.  With how thick her neck had gotten, it was difficult to turn and see who those arms belonged to, but at this height and with those melon-like biceps it was certainly a women - a big woman.

"Heeey!"  Sophie complained.  "I just bought that dress!"  She tried to push the arms away but gasped as they gave her breasts a little squeeze.

"Oh wow, girl!  Look how big you've gotten!  It's only been a day since I last saw you...how'd you do it!?"  A lightly accented voice asked.

"Who?"  Sophie spluttered a little, her confidence shaken by how forward the woman who's arms were encircling her was being.

"Don't you remember?  It's Shauna, honey!  Shauna...we met on the bus the other day!  I remember you...well...you've gain about half a foot in height since then, but you're still a cutey."  The ebony skinned woman released Sophie, allowing her to turn around and get a better look.  "You know...I didn't even get your name last time.  It was pretty lucky meeting you again."

Shauna's memories were obviously skewed by that demon's magic, since not only had Sophie's height increased by much more than half a foot since they last met, but Shawna herself had ballooned in size as well.  Everything about her was simply larger than before, but where she had been as tall as Sophie on the bus, she was now considerably shorter.  She wore the same torn, faded jeans as before, with diamond hard flesh and muscle bulging through the tears.  Her top looked like a strip of tattered cloth loosely tied around her gigantic, soft, heaving bosom.  Her upper muscles were entirely exposed, ultra-defined and inhumanly ripped.

"It's Sophie..." The brown haired titaness murmured, with an apprehensive little frown.  This woman was exactly the kind of person that made her worry how this was affecting the psyche of other women...and she was gorgeous as well.  Sophie did feel more confident about her own appearance, maybe it was because she was so much bigger and more powerful than before, but this woman was so...attractive.  With a small sigh, she turned her thoughts away from the dark amazonian nymph standing in front of her.  She needed to get back to Dan since she didn't know what he was doing and getting any bigger than this would be, quite frankly, ridiculous.  It felt good, but it just wasn't practical.

"You've got to tell me your secret, Sophie."  Shauna moved forward suddenly and pressed up against her, her hands sinking into Sophies breast flesh.  Sophie's tits bulged upwards with the sudden force and caused the tear in her dress to grow larger, loosening up her dress to let more breast flesh free.  She let out a small gasp as Shauna began to knead her tits slowly and, feeling herself become aroused once again, her cock threatening to break from from its cloth prison, she realized that she'd have to exercise willpower here or she'd spend even more time lost to her own passions.

"Hey...hey!  Shauna!  Listen to me..."  Sophie pushed the now smaller woman away as lightly as she could, it still caused the dark-skinned woman to stumble backwards a little.  "I don't have time for this right now, I have to get back to my husband..."

Shauna frowned and folded her arms over her considerable chest, looking a little hurt.  "What's the matter with you?  You were the same last time too, it's husband this, husband that.  What the hell is so special about this guy anyway?"

Sophie took a step back.  "I love him."  She said simply, causing Shauna to sigh.  Dan's wife got it, she really did.  Women had a considerable libido and with the effects of whatever magic was being used on them it was only increasing over time - but they still had to have sex with men to reproduce...though she didn't know why that hadn't changed.  If they didn't have sex on a pretty regular basis with other women, then they would either go mad with lust or their husbands would expire trying to satisfy them.  How could the men hope to keep up with women so large and powerful?  The answer was to allow women to sleep with each other, thereby reducing their sex drive to more manageable levels.

Shauna held her hands up, even this slight movement causing her bulky musculature to flex and bulge slightly.  "You know what?  Fine.  Head on back to your husband.  You'll regret it later though..."

Sophie backed away a little more.  "I'm sorry Shauna, I just...I've been fooling around too much today.  I'm not good at keeping myself in check...I, I need to go."

Shauna watched Sophie's retreating form, watching her deltoids and lats bunch together and bulge obscenely as she moved.  "Heh, don't think I'm done with you yet, girl."  She whispered, reaching down and rubbing the swelling in her crotch that threatened to rip through her jeans.  Waiting for a moment, she followed Sophie a short way.  It was clear that the woman was heading for the next bus stop down the street - if she got on a bus then following her would mean getting a taxi.

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Dan's frown deepened as he regarded the massive form of the demon that was taken up a large portion of his living room.  An unusual array of emotions flowed through him at her words,  fear, rage and arousal mixed together and painted the expression on his face.

"What?  What do you mean?"  He said slowly, his voice low.  He felt strange, a little sick perhaps, and began to sway from side to side slightly.  Steadying himself, he folded he arms, clutching at his elbows, his temple twinged with the presence of a slight headache.

Ulith's lips drew back in a sardonic smile.  "I thought I was very clear.  I'm not the one doing this..."

Dan took a step forward, his hands balling into fists.  "That's a lie! You said that you were going to change my world if I didn't have....sex with you..."  He wiped his hand across his face.

"No, no, that was the lie.  My powers are limited, I have barely any left.  I can make you hallucinate a little, distort your perception of time, move myself around freely through the minds of women, and send my thoughts directly to your mind.  That's about it."  The creature responded.

"Then what is all this!?  A hallucination?  Why are you telling me this now?"

"This..."  She upturned a large palm and waved her hand a little to indicate the world around them.  "...is all very much real, but I didn't create it.

"Then who..!?"  Dan spluttered an interruption.

"You."  Ulith stated bluntly.

Dan stared at her for a moment, his throat felt dry.  "That's impossible!  There's no way I could...I don't even want this!"  He threw out a hand to his left, gesturing to the world at large.

"You can and you did."  The demon repeated.  "More accurately, it is not you, but your subconscious, your lower brain.  That part of you that contains your carnal desires, that part of you that prefers to watch and likes big, bosomy musclebound women."  She rubbed a taloned hand over her right breast lifting it slightly and allowing it to fall with a slight jiggle.  "The tiny part of you that made you wait while your wife grew ever larger without telling her anything."

"But...but..how..?"  Dan stuttered in response.

"When you broke the vessel that held me, my powers were granted to you...but the mortal mind cannot handle neither handle these powers easily nor resist them."

"Why didn't you just tell me?  Why did you lie about changing the world yourself?"

"If you had known about them your higher brain would have attempted to control them, perhaps it would have succeeded...but in either case it would have reduced my chances of getting them back.  It needed time to gestate, to take root in your subconscious."

Dan was livid, the demon had obviously been playing him for a fool all along when he had really been the one in control...but he didn't have control anymore.  "And how do I get rid of them?"

Ulith sighed, the mortal was testing her patience.  "It's what I wanted from the start, to remove the power from you, you need to have sex with me.  I just had to get you to do it without you knowing the real reason why.  The physical, intimate contact breaks the boundary between us, and allows my power to flow back into me."

"Then you'd have your powers back, I take it you wouldn't just be going back to...wherever it is you're from."

"Maybe, eventually."  She lightly cupped her chin in one massive hand. "...but this world has wronged me, mortal.  I have been trapped here for so long...I'm owed a little vengeance, don't you think?  Don't worry, I would preserve you given your service to me.  I would place you highest among your peers...wouldn't you like that?  All the power you could want?  Regardless, it does not matter, you have no alternative."

Dan slumped his shoulders, raising his hand to his forehead and massaging it against the worsening headache.  From what Ulith was saying there were only two options - concede, have sex with her and doom the rest of the world, or keep her power and doom the rest of the world as a result of his own perverted mind.  Wait...his father had summoned the demon before him, did he get this power as well?  If so, why didn't Ulith have her power now?  How had the old man got her back into the pot, power and all?

Then it hit him - his father was dead.  There was a third option then, if he died then the power would be released from his body.  Ulith would be unable to regain it, and the world might go back to normal.  He sagged to his knees, a million thoughts running through his head - what if that still required the pot?  It was broken.  Would it fix itself?  No, he couldn't count himself out yet, there had to be another way.

He felt a familiar pulse go through him, a familiar creaking sound ring through his ears.  It was jarring, the world seemed to lurch, but he realised that the floor wasn't moving.  He just felt sick, tired and sore.  It had barely been three days since this had happened and his wife was already over ten feet tall and built like a tank - how big would she be by the end of the day?  Ulith herself had started off tall, and was now utterly massive - so it was obvious she couldn't escape the yoke of her own power either.  As the creaking progressed, Dan felt himself grow weaker...he stumbled backwards a little before catching himself.

"W..what's happening to me...?"  He asked, realizing that his strength was draining away.

"The body of an ordinary mortal is in no way a fitting vessel for my abilities."  Ulith said with a wry smile.  "Just using them drains you of your very life force, even as it increases the power and life force of the women around you.  In the beginning it's hardly noticeable, and in men it increases over time.  You don't have a lot left, Dan, the power will soon suck away everything you are until you are nothing more than a husk.  Give yourself to me now, and I will separate it from you...it will save your life."

Dan could feel the strength leaving him, slowly.  Strangely though, his cock was rock hard despite the waves of pain going through his head and the slight nausea he felt.  It was weird, he felt it creep down his pant leg.  Was it...was it growing larger?  Was his subconsciousness doing this too?

With a sigh, Dan stared at the ruined carpet.  Time was running out.  He didn't know how long he had left.  A wave of inspiration hit him, his subconsciousness had fixed the damage that Ulith had caused during her first appearance - probably, due to the worry of Sophie finding her kitchen trashed....maybe it had repaired the pot as well and had stowed it somewhere.  Where could it be?  Where would he hide it?  Glancing up he looked into Ulith's eyes, he smiled a little, finally.

"I'll be right back." He said quietly, regarding the demon's form as she slowly grew in size, forcing her low enough to the ground that he breasts were pressed against the floor - her massive cock rigidly erect and slid between them. 

Dan felt his own member grow even harder at the sight, becoming almost painful.  He ran a hand across it, pushing it down and trying to keep it from tearing through his clothes.  With an angry glare towards the demon, he opened the door to the hall.  This was all her fault, her very existence had wrought this.  Turning away, he stepped out of the room, intent on searching the rest of the house to find any trace of the Ulith's former prison.

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Sophie felt uncomfortable waiting at the next bus stop.  Emotionally as well as physically.   There was no sign of Shauna, which was good since the women had been looking at her with unbridled lust earlier and getting caught in another tryst would just be wasting time.  As well as that her new dress, already torn from Shauna's efforts, was starting to feel tighter and tighter.  Surely she couldn't be growing again already, and wasn't she big enough. 

She glanced around at the other women standing nearby.  A younger girl in a t-shirt and tight jeans leaned lightly against the bus stop sign.  The anarchy symbol on her shirt was already stretched far across the expanse of her breasts, the material of the shirt squashing them together.  Sophie could see the girl's nipples pushing against her top, erect in the cool afternoon air.  Her midriff a was left exposed, revealing cobblestone abs that went well with her massive shoulder muscles, biceps and thick thighs.  Yet for all her size and strength she was nowhere near Sophie's level. 

The girl reached a hand up and under her shirt, clutching a nipple between her thumb and forefinger and playing with it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.  Sophie felt her dress grow even tighter across the cross, and lowered her hands, pushing against the throbbing member that threatened to make itself known.  In the back of her mind, she heard it, that creaking sound that always accompanied her growth.  It filled the air and permeated her being.

As she watched, the girl shifted her weight slightly as her body began to inflate like a balloon, being pushed past even the level of ridiculousness it had already attained.  Her clothes grew slowly with her, and she let out a soft moan as she squeezed her breast - otherwise unaware of what was happening to her.

Sophie touched her own shoulder lightly, feeling it push out as she grew wider and taller still.  Her ass grew and her hips widened, if only to accommodate her thighs - now as thick around as the tire of an 18-wheeler truck, possibly larger.  Her breasts surged upwards as well, constrained by her dress.  It began to tear and fray, unable to find anymore space to contain her.

Suddenly the bus pulled up and the doors opened.  People started to board the large vehicle, and the girl who had been playing with herself got on just in front of Sophie.  She blew a bubble with some bubble gum she had been chewing, and then dug a hand into her pocket for change as she sashayed up the steps.  Sophie's eyes fixed on the girl's ass, newly expanded and larger than ever, as it swayed from side to side in from of her.  She had to stop herself from reaching out to feel the soft flesh, for running a hand down the inside of the girl's thigh and across the bloated phallus that was strapped to it.

As she raised her hand part-way, she heard a tearing sound, cupping her arm beneath her breasts and grabbing the strap of her dress in her other hand.   It had almost came away entirely, letting her massive tits flop out for everyone to see.  Maybe it didn't matter, but she'd rather keep molestation on the bus from the other female passengers to the minimum.  After paying the fair out of the money Dan had given her, she squeezed herself down the aisle, swearing that she could feel the bus sway with the shift in weight from her movements.  Luckily, there was an empty seat that would normally be used to fit two people, so she carefully sat down into it.  Once seated, she glanced up - the girl from before stared back at her, resting her chin on powerful arms as she leaned over the back of the chair.  It was painfully obvious that she was looking into the canyon that was the Sophie's cleavage.

A short distance behind the bus, Shauna stepped into a taxi and nodded towards the male taxi driver.  He was an old, dark skinned man who was propped up on a special chair in the vehicle that allowed him to drive it.

"Hey old man..."  Shauna sat down in the back, folding her arms.  "...follow that bus would'ya?"  She pointed at the bus in front, it seemed to be weighted slightly on one side from the look of the suspension.

"Until where?"  He replied.  "That bus goes a round trip."

"Just until my friend gets off, you'll be able to see her easily enough when she does."

"Okay..."  He said quietly, not really wanting to ask too many questions of a women who could crush him like a grape if she felt like it.  He started the meter running and took off, keeping a close distance to the bus and avoiding looking at the powerfully built, grinning black woman in the back seat.

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