Growth Binge by TerryLarka

 “Is it five o'clock yet?” Bethany leaned over Patricia's cubicle, the towering woman peeking head and shoulders over the wall. “It's Christmas Eve for Christsakes. They should let us go home early.”

“Only two more hours. Just be patient.” Patricia was the opposite, a razor thin mouse of a woman who stood eye level with her girlfriend’s ample chest. Sitting at her work desk, she only reached past Beth's waist, staring the belly fighting against its tucked in, white fabric prison in the navel. But their differences in stature only brought Beth and Patty closer together, the taller taking full advantage of her size to dominate the other in the bedroom, and the shorter melting over how easily her partner overpowered her.

Patty reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a Christmas tree shaped cookie, holding it up to her girlfriend. “Here. An early present to tide you over.” The cookie's frosting was parted halfway down the middle, and a seam ran through from top to trunk. “It's supposedly a good luck charm. If we each eat half on this night before Christmas, our greatest desires will come true.”

“Where'd you pick this up?” Beth asked, tearing off her half while Patty held hers.

“A sweet old grandma handed it to me on my way into the office.”

Beth froze, her open mouth seconds away from chomping down on the cookie. “You got this from a homeless person? Tell me you're joking.”

“She wasn't a homeless person. She was dressed up like Mrs. Claus.” Patty took a bite sooner than Beth could stop her. The petite woman's face lit up as she chewed, a sugary flurry dancing on her taste buds. “She was so jolly and adorable, I couldn't turn her down.” Patty scarfed down the rest of the cookie, crumbs falling through her lips as she spoke. “Though, with how good this is, maybe she did drug it.”

Beth stared at her lover and then at her half, weighing the pros and cons in her head. “Well, if you were poisoned, I guess I'll go down with you.” She bit the trunk off the tree and immediately regretted doubting the random street granny. The cookie melted in her mouth, sending waves of sugar and vanilla extract cascading across her tongue. In two seconds flat, Beth devoured her half, saddened Mrs. Claus hadn't given her girlfriend an entire bushel. “Shit, did she bake cocaine into this thing?”

“I know, right? I hope she's still out there. Maybe we can beg her for more on our way out.”

“Sorry, but that ain't an option. I had to make tonight's dinner reservations eight months in advance. We're not going to one of New York's poshest restaurants with ruined appetites.” Beth's grumbling stomach punctuated her sentence, the taller woman blushing over the fact her girlfriend was close enough to hear it. Patty giggled, searching through her drawers for a snack to keep the love of her life content in the meantime. “You think our supervisor would notice if I snuck out real quick to find her?”

“Here.” Patty handed her a granola bar. “It won't taste as good, but it'll carry you through the next couple hours.” Beth's stomach gurgled again, louder than before. “Okay, maybe the next hour. I have some mints if you think that'd help.”

“Save ‘em.” Beth grabbed the bar and choked it down, the granola a bland follow-up to the sugary treat. “I'll manage.”

As their supervisor rounded the corner, Beth waved Patty off and departed for her own desk, traipsing past the other cubicles to the other side of the office. She hated how far she sat from her partner, but recognized her regular walks to her better half accounted for most of her daily exercise. When Beth reached her desk, she sat down and skimmed through emails. Her eyes glazed over the several targeted jeweler ads, none of the diamonds pictured comparing to the one she bought eight months back.

Her stomach gurgled again, dreams of that evening playing out in her head. Beth was hungry alright, but if everything went as planned, this Christmas would leave her satisfied for life.

******

With arms locked, Beth and Patty waltzed into Nourriture Du Croissance, a high-class restaurant in upper Manhattan. The bougie atmosphere hit the couple like a freight train, wealth dripping from every gold trimmed light fixture, silk table cloth, sterling silverware, and dressed-to-impress patron. Though they bought their wardrobes at a discount, Beth and Patty didn't look entirely out of place. A scarlet dress wrapped pleasingly around the larger woman's curves, showing an appropriate yet tantalizing amount of her legs and chest. The shorter of the two wore a black, strapless dress, its sequin pattern mirroring the dazzle in her eyes.

“We have a reservation for two.” Beth gave the maitre d’ her information. Once verified, he grabbed two menus and led them to their table.

“Right this way.” As they walked, Beth's purse knocked against her hip. The diamond ring inside it weighed heavy on her shoulder, and she hoped her date couldn't tell how clammy the anticipation made her. Patty clasped her hand around her lover's and felt how sweaty it was. For a moment she wondered what could be making her lover so nervous, but the boisterous gurgling emanating from Beth's stomach distracted her. It rumbled the entire trip over, to the point that Patty stopped joking about it lest she actually give her girlfriend a complex.

The couple sat down at their table and perused the menus handed to them. When their waiter arrived to greet them, they ordered their drinks: a merlot for Patty and a cabernet sauvington for Beth. Before leaving to fetch them, he placed a basket of freshly baked rolls on the table. A warm, buttery aroma wafted up from the basket to Beth’s nose, guiding a gushing of drool out from the edge of her lips.

“You good, babe?” Patty asked. “You’ve been acting kinda funny all evening.” Beth didn’t respond, instead grabbing a roll and biting into it. The thin outer crust broke against her teeth, leading her ivory pillars into the soft and gooey dough. Beth’s eyes lit up as the fluffy roll melted into butter on her tongue. She took another bite, the second just as mesmerizing as the last, and then another. Between bites, she licked the crumbs off her lips, not wanting to let a single speck run free. She kept gorging and gorging and gorging and … “Babe?”

“Hm?” By the time Beth noticed her girlfriend sitting opposite her, she had finished off the entire basket. A half dozen rolls vanished into thin air, the last one’s final remains clearing Beth’s throat as she looked to her lover, a slight blush burning at her cheeks.

“You must be pretty hungry.” Patty giggled, though worry showed in her eyes over her girlfriend’s odd behavior. “Don’t fill up on bread before the main course. This place is too pricey for that.”

“Trust me, that didn’t fill- Urp!” Beth belched a fat one, earning her the side eye of those sitting around her. Her blushing grew ever brighter. “Excuse me. Sorry, I don’t know what’s come over me.”

The waiter returned with two bottles, pouring each woman their wine. As soon as he finished with Beth’s, she downed the whole glass in one gulp. The waiter stared at her in disbelief, as did Patty, and unsure of what else to do, poured another glass, only to watch her gulp that down too.

“Give me that.” Beth yanked the bottle out of the waiter’s hand and brought the nozzle to her lips. Wine cascaded down her gullet in a steady stream, and in the blink of an eye, she finished the whole thing. Not a single drop remained when she set it down on the table, the woman belting out a loud sigh. After all that, she felt bloated in her stomach, her belly bulging against her tight dress. But her hunger had not satiated one bit.

“A-are you two ready to ord-?”

“The twenty ounce ribeye, rare, and a Cobb salad.” Beth didn’t wait for him to finish. He was taking too long to bring out their food.

“I’ll just have the French onion soup.” After taking their menus and avoiding meeting Beth’s predatory glare, the waiter left the bottle of merlot on the table and retreated for the kitchen. The moment the bottle left the waiter’s hand, Beth found her fingers wrapped around its neck, guzzling this wine down just like the last.

“Okay, seriously, did you go the week without eating?” Patty’s amusement faded into genuine concern. Beth had always had a strong appetite, but her display tonight went beyond her usual pig outs. “You’re starting to worry me.”

Beth pulled the empty bottle away from her lips with a pop and a gasp. “Sorry. Sorry. Ever since this afternoon, I’ve been really, really hungry. Fuck, where is he with our food?”

“Babe, we just ordered. It’ll be a little while.” Patty searched through her purse, pulling out a couple breath mints. “Here. Suck on these to tide you over.”

Beth lunged forward and grabbed the mints out of her partner’s hand, unwrapping them in an instant and tossing them into her mouth. She didn’t even chew them, simply swallowing the lot of them whole. Suffice to say, they didn’t satisfy her either.

“You’re only getting soup?” Beth asked in a moment of clarity. “Will that be enough for you?”

“Yeah, that’s plenty.” Patty looked off somewhere distant and brushed her hair behind her ear. “I want to make sure you’re well fed.”

“Hey, if this is about money, don’t sweat it.” Beth took hold of Patty’s hand and rubbed it with her thumb. “I know this place is pricey, but I’ve got it covered. It’s Christmas Eve; order whatever you want.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it.” Patty met her lover’s gaze and placed her free hand on top of hers. “But I’m happy just watching you enjoy yourself. Just, tell me if anything’s wrong. Promise me?”

“Promise. I’m fine, I swear. Just starving.” Despite all the food and drink in it, her stomach gurgled again, producing the loudest uproar yet. Beth blushed and Patty chortled. Honestly, seeing her big beauty act so ravenous was a bit of a turn on for the petite woman.

After a lifetime’s worth of waiting, the couple’s food arrived, Patty receiving her soup as an entree. Without a modicum of hesitation, Beth tore into her ribeye, shoveling tender beef into her maw. Juices squirted from between her molars as she chomped down on the animal, blood seeping from the pink, rare meat. The waiter brought her another bottle of wine which she chugged between bites.

Patty poked her spoon through the cheesy top layer of her French onion soup, gathering a small pool of broth onto her spoon, and slurped it up. Her gaze remained locked on her lover, the woman devouring the poor cow like a starved wolf. While she still worried for her girlfriend’s well-being, Patty couldn’t deny how enamored she was. Beth’s very presence seemed to expand as she ate, the ravenous woman filling up more and more of Patty’s sight. And she wasn’t the only one to notice Beth glowing. All eyes looked up at the towering beauty, digging into the twenty ounce steak like it was a McDonald’s cheeseburger.

Wait. Patty raised her chin to keep her eyes trained on Beth’s face. What in the …? Beth was literally growing before her eyes. Her knees banged up against the table. The skirt of her dress drew up her thickening thighs. The bodice squeezed tighter against her fattening breasts, and her engorged belly put a strain on her dress’ midsection. Beth sat taller than the waiter stood, and she at least doubled the height of Patty’s position below her.

While Patty and the other patrons stared up at her in awe, Beth paid no mind to her newfound stature. She went from eating her ribeye with a fork and knife to holding it by the bone like a chicken wing. In seconds, she tore the meat clean off it and sucked every last morsel from the bone before tossing it aside. Patty half expected her to just devour that too. Then, Beth grabbed her salad plate, the fine china no bigger than a CD-rom in her massive paw. She brought the rim to her mouth and tipped the whole thing upward, dumping lettuce, egg, chicken, tomato, bacon, and blue cheese through open lips and down her gullet, much of it spilling over onto her cheeks and dribbling down onto her expanding chest.

Afterwards, Beth dropped the plate back onto that table and glared at the waiter. “Well, where's the rest of it?”

“Excuse me?” The waiter shivered in place, his brain pleading with his legs to carry him far away. But they wouldn't listen.

“My food! That can't be all of it. I'm fucking starving!” Beth's dress fit snugger than an apron, her midriff twice as fat as it once was. Her billowing flesh stretched the fabric thin, though it remained wrapped around her body yet.

“B-but that's what you ord-”

Beth slammed her fist on the table, toppling it's legs and sending the top flipping through the air and crashing into another table, narrowly avoiding the waiter whose legs finally decided to move. Patty’s soup, however, flew into his chest, staining his uniform. “You fuckers cheated me! You call that a twenty ounce steak? More like a fucking Slim Jim. Seriously, you charge such exorbitant prices for this piddly shit, cheap out on the portion size, and expect me not to get pissed?”

The waiter stood there, unable to process what was occurring before him. Patty had as much trouble responding, her face and loins burning hot. Beth was so sexy when she got upset, and the fact she now stretched far taller than the petit woman could reach was a massive turn on for her. Beth's chair struggled under her increased weight, her bulbous butt practically swallowing its wooden seat. Now that the table was gone, Patty noticed Beth’s feet were bare beside the torn remains of her high heels. The shoes had blown apart now that the giant’s woman feet were twice their original shoe size.

“What the hell is going on out here?!” A finely dressed man, the restaurant's manager, stormed out onto the floor, his harsh shouting reduced to a whimper as the towering woman entered his sights. “What in God's name?”

“Ugh! Forget this place.” Beth stood up, knocking her chair to the floor. The top of her scalp came within inches of the ceiling. “Come on, babe. Let's go. The customer service here sucks.”

“Uh, sure thing.” Beth grabbed her purse, her arm barely fitting through its strap, and hoisted Patty out of her seat by the hand, giving the petite lady little time to grab her jacket and belongings. She ducked and swerved as she walked around the other tables to avoid hitting her head on the light fixtures, Patty following close behind her giant lover. The restaurant's staff and patrons simply stared in disbelief at the Christmas miracle occurring before their eyes.

With Beth crouching under the doorway, the couple walked onto the busy Manhattan sidewalk. A light snowfall flittered in the air, and visible puffs of vapor escaped the lips of each pedestrian. Patty draped her jacket over her shoulders, following the path carved out by her gigantic girlfriend. Beth led her like a mother guiding her child through a busy department store, her protruding posterior filling up Patty’s view. Beth’s skirt, once touching her knee, now rode up her ass, her hefty cheeks pouring out the bottom and jiggling fiercely with each step. Her thighs were each as thick as her entire girlfriend. Thicker, depending on the angle.

The people passing by made way for the giant woman. Some bawked at her, a few tourists took pictures with their mouths agape, but many New Yorkers kept their heads down and carried on, trying to get where they were going without any fuss. The eleven foot tall woman casting her shadow over them was better off left alone.

Beth dragged her girlfriend along until she spotted a corner diner, a rinky dink joint sitting beneath an apartment complex. She barreled through the double glass doors, ducking under the low-hanging frame and tugging her inside like a puppy on a leash. It was a classic setup: velvet booths, a curved bar, a jukebox in the corner. Beth plopped her fat ass on two stools, each one donning the role of Atlas bearing the weight of the world, and spread her legs so she could actually fit at the bar. Patty took a seat beside her, never once looking away from her overwhelming woman. There were a few other patrons in the booths behind the women and one at the far end of the bar towards the back.

“Give me everything on the menu,” Beth said to the man working the counter. “Or just whatever you can make the fastest. I don’t care.” She fumbled through her purse and pulled out her wallet, knocking a small box onto the floor in the process. “Here’s my credit card. Max it out for all I care. Just get me my food now.”

Patty noticed the box as it fell and leaned down to pick it up. She couldn’t believe it at first, but she recognized the dimensions and the black felt exterior from watching so many rom-coms. Her lip quivered as she popped it open, slowly, as if what waited could be spooked and vanish. Inside lied a stunning diamond ring. Patty blushed a deep crimson and looked up at her lover.

Beth was downing glass after glass of Coca-Cola, the diner waitstaff filling them as quickly as she emptied them. She didn’t pay her girlfriend any mind, preoccupied with settling her unending hunger. Patty didn’t say a word; she wasn’t about to interrupt her lover’s reverie. She closed the lid on the ring box and slipped it into her purse, returning her gaze onto her beloved.

The waitstaff brought out the first plate: a triple decker bacon cheeseburger loaded with onion rings and barbecue sauce and a side of steak fries. The burger was about the size of Patty’s head, but to Beth it may as well have been a single with cheese. Beth picked it up, grease and sauce seeping through her fingers as she manhandled the thing, and bit in. Juices spilled along her cheeks in steady, greasy streams. Just watching Beth eat that burger blocked up Patty’s arteries and gave her stomach cramps, but witnessing her lover's ferocity made any sympathetic pain worth it.

Beth chowed down, decimating the triple decker with concerning ease. Her cheeks remained filled the whole time, shoving more burger in as she swallowed the beef bolus. Patty noticed her dress stretching thinner, more boob pouring out from the strained bodice and more thigh escaping the confines of her skirt. Beth finished off the triple decker in record time, licking the grease off her fingers as the server placed the next plate before her.

A fluffy yellow omelette larger than Patty’s purse filled the plate, the ends hanging over the porcelain rim. It was stuffed with rice, bacon, sausage, olives, and enough cheese to make a Wisconsinite sweat. Beth had long forgone utensils and lifted the omelette like a taco to her waiting maw. Fillings spilled out as she sunk her teeth into the egg. The viscera on display was akin to a hyena devouring a gazelle, rice and olives scattered across her chest.

Tears began to form at the seams of Beth’s dress, small nicks across the chest and skirt. The back zipper finally gave into the increased pressure, the tab travelling down her back the more she stuffed herself with. The stools supporting her wobbled as her head drew closer to the ceiling, and her expanding gut pressed into the edge of the countertop.

The man behind the counter placed a chocolate milkshake in front of the bloated beauty. He had done as she asked and already maxed out her credit card, giving himself and his buddies in the kitchen a hefty tip, and didn't question how a woman so tall came to slam down the diner's entire menu. The other patrons stopped eating, the lot of them looking in with horror and morbid curiosity at the sight unfolding before them. A part of their brains told them to flee the scene, but the other half could not bear to look away.

Beth wrapped her hand around the pitiful glass and gulped down the milkshake as if she were drinking a shot, the chill chocolate cream washing away her meal’s savory aftertaste. Her belly bulged further as a result and the tears grew deeper, stretching across her sides and cups. The dress’s zipper had fully undone itself, and her growing breasts spilled out from the cracks in the bodice.

Another burger landed on the countertop, remaining there for a second before finding itself in Beth’s mouth. The shoulder straps on her dress flew apart and her bodice fell to the counter, revealing the bulging midriff tucked below her unwieldy rack. The skirt tore in twain, Beth’s expanding hips bursting out of either end. Her lace bra and panties, a special set she planned on stunning Patty with that night, snapped apart the second they appeared from beneath the destroyed dress.

The growing mountain of a woman was now fully nude, her figure morphed into a gargantuan pear shape. The metal stools holding up either cheek wobbled until they crumpled like aluminum underneath Beth, sending her ass crashing into the floor. The impact sent a tremor through the restaurant, and the other patrons finally fled for their lives. At least, those who could reach the door did. Beth had expanded enough that her backside pressed up against the booth behind her, trapping the young couple inside it. The man who sat at the far end of the bar had nowhere to go, his exit blocked by a massive mound of flesh. Instead, he ran for the bathroom and cowered in a stall. Patty got up off her seat and stood beside her lover, staring at her in awe and stepping back to give her space to grow.

And grow she did. Finally free from its fabric constraints, her engorged belly spilled onto the countertop, knocking off the plates of food the waitstaff placed there. The man behind the counter fled into the kitchen and followed the cooks out the diner's side alley entrance. Beth bent forward as her head pushed against the ceiling. She raised her legs over the counter, her feet crashing into the shelves behind it. Her backside inched closer towards the couple seated behind her, their table struggling to hold back the incoming wave of flesh. The two were walled in on all sides, the booths separated by glass barriers, leaving them at the mercy of the growing behemoth. Their screams were drowned out by Beth's moaning.

The hunger had finally settled, and in its place rose an overwhelming sense of euphoria. Her body took all she consumed and converted it into additional mass, greatly expanding her corpulent figure. A deep warmth exuded from her loins and permeated her entire body. The mere act of expanding was itself orgasmic.

Patty saw the cracks forming in the ceiling, heard the crunching of the booth table caught between walls, felt the tremors her partner’s increasing weight sent through the ground, and knew she had to take action to survive. She hoisted herself onto Beth's wall of a thigh and clambored towards her belly, tucking herself away beneath the sizable folds of her fat. Buried in fatty flesh, Patty withstood the sweltering pressure, embraced on all sides by her oversized lover. In seconds, she was drenched in sweat, both Beth's and her own, but there was just enough space between the giantess’ tummy and thigh to provide Patty with air to breathe.

Residents of the apartment complex above the diner felt the tremors shaking the building and panicked. Assuming it was an earthquake, they dove under furniture and gathered under door frames. There was too much hysteria for any of them to notice the rest of the world outside was standing still.

Beth quickly filled the diner, her ass breaking through the booths to pulverize the unlucky couple and her feet smashing through the wall in the kitchen. With nowhere to go but up, she broke through the ceiling, her head and shoulders crashing into the apartments above. Residents on the lowest floor screamed at the sight of her. Those on the next felt the floor rip out from underneath them, sending them plummeting onto Beth’s expanding chest. This repeated itself on each floor of the five story building, the unfortunate apartment dwellers falling onto Beth's body only to be crushed against the walls or ceiling as the growing woman filled the space, her rapturous moaning trumpeting their untimely demise.

Simply sitting there, she demolished every room within the building, crushing most of the inhabitants and covering her skin in dirt, debris, and splotches of blood. A few lucky souls got out onto the fire escape, but their good fortunes didn't last long. As Beth outgrew the very building, the brick and concrete walls came apart. The alley facing wall housing the fire escape smashed into the next door building, mangling those running down the metal steps. The front facing wall collapsed onto the street, stopping traffic and burying the cars below in debris.

Beth followed shortly after, falling on her side onto the busy Manhattan street. Several cars were pancaked under her tremendous body, her breasts enough to fill three lanes. A few pedestrians also found themselves flattened beneath her hips, standing on the sidewalk in front of the diner back when there was a diner there.

Coming off the orgasmic high, Beth clutched her forehead and sat up. She was groggy, the world around her little more than bright lights and indecipherable noise. Traffic stopped, pedestrians stopped, the world around her stopped in its tracks, unable to comprehend the naked mountain that sat before it. Beth glanced around the street, at the tiny dolls starring up at her with eyes wide and mouths agape. The past half hour felt like a hunger induced dream for which Beth had finally woken up from.

Before she had a chance to process what just occurred, Beth felt a squirming sensation beneath the folds of her fat. With one hand, she lifted up her tummy and watched her girlfriend roll out into the open air, skin red and breathing heavy. Beth scooped the now extremely petite woman into her hand and lifted her to chest level. “Patty, baby, please tell me you have some idea what is going on? It seems I put on a few pounds.”

“I haven’t the slightest,” Patty said between gasps for air. “But you look gorgeous my dear.”

Suddenly, everything clicked together. Beth smacked her forehead, in disbelief of the absurdity of it all. “‘Eat this, and your greatest desire will come true’? You gotta be shitting me. How big of a pervert do you have to be for a magic cookie to deem your sexual fantasy to be your greatest desire? You couldn’t have wished for a house upstate?”

“Babe, you gotta believe me, this is so much better than a house.” Patty placed her puny palms against Beth’s, feeling the massive woman’s pulse resonate through her arms. She couldn’t believe it, she was being held by her girlfriend. Not in her arms but in her hand! Patty looked over the edge at the sidewalk below and fawned over how above it all they were. Her girlfriend had just destroyed an entire building with her body, and Patty found her heavy breathing refusing to subside.

Beth felt the small movements her girlfriend made in her hand and was amazed by how light she felt. Picking her up had never been a challenge, but now she was nothing more than a rodent scampering in her grip. Patty never felt so delicate, like one wrong move was enough to break her. Beth didn’t pay any mind to the people and property she broke just prior, her focuses on her tiny lover and how overjoyed this all made her. “Hey, so tonight is not going how I planned, but the night’s still young. What do you say, want to have some fun with me on this fine Christmas Eve?”

Patty looked up at her beloved with a glimmer in her eye, chomping on her lower lip. “Let’s paint the town red.”