Sofia awoke as the front door shut. Groggy with sleep, she extended an arm into the bed next to her, finding only empty sheets. Quin must have gone out for some reason. But then the creaky step whined, signalling his approach to greet her. That meant that the closing door was from him coming home, not him leaving, her brain reasoned, still moving through molasses. 

“Good morning.” He said, holding a brown paper bag in one hand and a cup holder with two drinks in the other. 

“Mhm - morning.” Sofia, mumbled, rubbing at her eyes and shifting in the bed. Placing the drinks down he rifled through his pocket, turning away from Sofia as she sat up and let the covers fall from her body. 

“I got you a breakfast burrito and a hash brown.” Quin said, setting down his wallet and twirling his phone around to check for notifications. “I was gonna make breakfast but it looks like we somehow ran out of -” He turned to see her, still semi dozing, hair tousled up, duvet around her stomach and hips as she sat in the bed drowsily. The end of his sentence died before it came out. Jaw going slack, he goggled at her, at the broader woman, at the even more pendulous orbs that were proudly on display before him. They were bigger than last night - maybe even bigger than the months after pregnancy, when her milk had come in and bloated those things into juicy, spectacular wrecking balls. 

After a moment she realised he’d just stopped mid sentence and looked up to find him completely frozen, mouth agape. “What?” She asked, leaning slightly back and curling a lip up in confusion. That’s when she glimpsed the curves of her own breasts in her peripheral vision, protruding out further than they should have been. Her gaze dropped and now her mouth hung open too. Slowly she brought her hands up, under the shelf of tit, and cupped the two teardrops. Their weight - heavier than she was used to - pressed against her palms, pillowy, firm flesh drooping around her fingers. This was real. They were real. They were really there and really bigger. “What the fuck…” She breathed, now beginning to realise why her bra hadn't fit yesterday. 

Quin moved forwards, legs working without signals from his conscious brain telling them to do so. He was drawn in, a moth to a flame. Looking up, catching his movement, Sofia let out a sharp laugh. “You alright there?” 

“Y-yeah.” Quin guffawed, brain cells drawn back into functioning by the need to reply. “I just… How did this happen? It doesn’t feel real…” 

Despite the numerous unknowns in the situation, Sofia couldn’t help a smirk from painting across her face. Releasing one breast she gripped Quin around the wrist and pulled him in, forcing his hand onto the curve of her breast so that her nipple was in the middle of his palm. “Feel real to you?” 

Surprised by her strength yanking him in, Quin almost let out a gasp as supple, firm, warm skin filled and over filled his hand. There was a moment before her nipple hardened in response to his touch and a visible hunger washed over him in a wave, his nostrils flaring as he breathed out a shallow breath. “But how?” He said and, with remarkable restraint, he pulled himself away from her. Moving to sit on the bed, he lowered himself and yelped as something stopped his descent prematurely, making him almost fall backwards, rocketing up instead. 

“Ow, careful!” Sofia said. “You sat right on my foot.” 

His brow furrowed as he stood over her, looking along the shape of her legs under the duvet, up and down over and over again. He knew his wife’s body - or at least thought he did. “Sofia…. Can you get up?” Not moving, she made a face at him. “Please?” He sighed. 

Rolling her eyes, Sofia kicked off the duvet and moved to stand. Her feet hit the floor even more abruptly than last night but she didn’t pay it mind as she rose to stand opposite Quin. That’s when she let out a sharp gasp, realising what he had, a hand coming up to her lips. It didn’t reach her intended destination though, an abundance of breast obstructing the path of her arm. Sofia barely had to tilt her head upwards to look Quin in the eye. He watched as her shock flickered into other emotions. Hand lowering, her brown eyes shimmered with amazement and then elation, a toothy grin forming. “I’m… Am I as tall as you?” She asked, straightening up as tall as she could, looking at the top of his head and trying to measure herself against him. 

“I… N-no, I think… Almost.” He stuttered, taken aback by the wavering nervousness in his stomach that he didn’t want to consciously dissect and understand. 

“Are you sure?” She asked, seemingly puffing up bigger, a playful lilt in her voice.

Quin shook his head, trying to dispel the shock and awe. “Sofia, how… How are you bigger? You’re like… Five inches taller overnight and a whole lot -” He caught himself, taking a step back to look at her. He didn’t even know how to say it. She looked bustier and thicker and… “Curvier.” He finally finished, although the intonation of the word had an upward curve at the end making it nearly a question rather than a statement. 

Following his gaze, she too looked down at herself, down at her body, twisting and turning to try and gauge the changes. “I don’t know…. But fuck me am I hot.” She proclaimed, slapping her more prominent rump giddily.

It had taken an annoying amount of effort to convince Sofia to go to the hospital. She kept saying the staff would look at them like they were crazy and that it was an expensive, pointless ordeal to go through. And she wasn’t entirely wrong. When Quin told the nurse at the desk why they were there, she looked at him with a healthy amount of skepticism and an unnecessary amount of disdain. The only proof they had for their claims were the ill fitting clothes that Quin had loaned Sofia. A polo shirt and a pair of khaki shorts that had almost reversed Sofia’s decision to go entirely. Only the promise of Quin’s breakfast burritos in addition to the one he’d gotten her had been enough to lure her into the car. 

However, after sitting in a waiting room for over two and a half hours, Sofia was getting antsy again. “Come on, let’s just go! They clearly don’t believe us!” She whined, throwing her hands up in frustration. 

“We’ve waited this long, we might as well keep waiting.” 

“But look! That butt plug freak that came after us has even been seen.” They’d been joking about a man that had come in with an obvious, suspicious looking limp earlier. Sofia reasoned that he must have had a debaucherous night that led to his odd gait. And she was right. Not about the butt plug. Well, maybe about the buttplug, but she was right about him being seen before them. “And I’m getting huuuungry.” She pouted, leaning against Quin’s arm. “Lets gooo.” 

Quin felt a vein in his forehead throb. She was being cute about it now but Sofia’s hangry episodes were something of legend in their friend group. He couldn’t stand one now with this much stress boiling his brain. He wanted to ask how she could even be hungry. This was happening to her and yet he was the one anxious enough that every sense had been killed by it. He couldn’t even think about food. “I’d call you a hobbit but I think you might have outgrown that comparison.” He tried to be light hearted, tried to raise his own spirits as well as hers. 

He’d called her a hobbit many, many times throughout their relationship due to her appetite and how swiftly it would revive itself from some Lazarus pit - mere hours after having already been slain with copious amounts of food. Sofia tried to frown in response to his lack of leaving the damn hospital, but couldn’t help a slight smile clawing at the edge of her lips. Outgrown it. She liked the sound of that. Since waking up, she’d been reveling in her size. It was like her fantasies last night had been ripped into reality. The whole morning she’d been comparing herself to things. To the car - needing to push the seat back had been a thrill but her hips absolutely filling the width of the seat had been even more exciting - to doorways, to people and even to Quin via his clothes. She still felt like his sneakers were tight on her, the narrow fabric squeezing her foot, making it feel suffocated. Even his shirt seemed far more form fitting than it should be. Her husband had always made fun of her height before - laughing at her needing help to reach the glasses on the top shelf or struggling to reach things in supermarkets. A grin had to be suppressed as she realised she might never need help to reach a shelf again. At least not from Quin, anyway. The nickname wasn’t the only thing she and her ego had outgrown. She shuffled in her seat, annoyed that the armrests were restricting her movement, and crossed her arms, unintentionally propping her shelf of a bust higher. “Doesn’t change that I’m still hungry.” 

Struggling not to stare at the obvious nubs in his polo shirt that signaled Sofia wasn’t wearing a bra - none of hers had a chance of fitting now - he nibbled on his lip. “Look, I’ll go to that vending machine we saw and get some snacks. Text me if they call you up, okay?” He said, getting up from his seat. 

Sofia lit up. “Ohhh, get me a big bag of something chocolatey! And a drink! Oh, and something salty too!” She rambled off a list as Quin waved his hand, knowing he was going to have to get a decent amount to quell the beast. She needed regular feedings to stop her going full nuclear. They couldn’t afford her doing that to the doctors. God, now that she was bigger he was going to have to be even more on the ball to keep her stomach happy, wasn’t he?

When he returned, a disgruntled line left behind him at the vending machine and an armful of snacks, he was surprised to hear Sofia’s name being called by a nurse. And from the tone of his voice it may not have been the first time. “Th - that’s us!” He barked. Then he jerked his head at her, signalling her to get up. She’d been on her phone, idly playing some game or messaging her friends… Or… Willfully ignoring the nurse? Hearing his voice got her attention though and, begrudgingly, she pushed herself out of the waiting room chair and went with the nurse, Quin, in their wake after them. 

They followed her to a room where a doctor was waiting for them. After introductions there was a sheepish back and forth between Sofia and Quin as they explained why they were there. However, to their surprise the two of them took it seriously. “Well, I can see from your medical records that your height and weight have been recorded before. You certainly don’t look like you’re 5’5.” Quin shot her an ‘I told you so’ face. The doctor took a deep breath as he thought. “I’m also guessing you’d have noticed your clothes not fitting if this had been more gradual.” 

“Yeah. This has been literally overnight. It was just… Boom, you know.” Sofia said, hands in front of her breasts gesturing an explosive change. It drew the doctor's eyes down before he snapped his gaze away. Despite noticing that, she still felt stupid explaining the insane turn of events. 

“Mhm. Well, we can do some tests and try to figure out what’s going on but, honestly, I’m not exactly sure what we’re looking at here. Either way, we’ll refer you to a specialist who can chase things up with a more focused approach.” 

“Alright, so how do we get started?” Sofia asked.

“Well, I think a logical first step is getting an accurate height and weight.” He said, rising from his chair and strolling over to a set of scales. “Could you jump up here?” Sofia did as told, taking off her shoes before stepping onto the large metallic square. The machine took a moment before numbers flashed up. “Five foot nine and… lets round that up to point eight of an inch.” It took everything Sofia had to not look over at Quin with a smirk. He was taller but by such a small margin that it might as well not exist. “And you weigh - oh, that’s higher than - uh - you weigh 231 lbs.” The doctor stammered slightly while Sofia simply smiled, watching him sweat. 231… That was a big number. Again, a number that was at least close to Quin’s weight. ‘Probably heavier even,’ she caught herself thinking. “That should mean…” He tapped the numbers on a tablet. “Right, you’ve got a BMI of abooout 33, which is overweight but not obese. Considering your physique we can also probably assume that it should be slightly lower too.”  His green eyes darted up for a fraction of a second, looking at her chest. “Alright.” He quickly recovered from being flustered. “Let's get you back over to the bed. We can get a bead on your blood pressure and then get you over for a blood test to check on your hormones. That should hopefully pick up any irregularities if they’re there. Sound good?” He asked, semi rhetorically.

“I’m hungry.” Sofia was beginning to sound like a broken record to Quin. “There’s usually a canteen in these places right?” 

He clenched his jaw. Time was moving slow and syrupy all over again, sands trickling in slow motion through the hourglass. Since the doctors had left it had felt like hours stuck in the room, people moving in and out to occupy the other beds. Sofia had had her blood pressure taken earlier and been told that bafflingly, it was ‘textbook perfect.’ Then they’d taken some blood and informed them that the results might take a while. Immediately on their departure, she’d inhaled all the snacks he’d bought. All of them. She hadn’t even offered any to Quin, which, although he hadn’t wanted any, had offended him slightly. And now here she was again, requesting food. “They usually do… I’m guessing you want me to go pick something up?” Quin’s voice sounded hollow and tired. 

He tried not to look at her. She’d caught him staring numerous times while they were waiting. Just taking in her new size and how she was filling that bed. It was… Weird. Difficult to process. Surreal. That was the right word. She just looked so big now. His wife, the wife he’d been together with for literal decades, but all different. Bigger. Heftier and thicker and curvier and even bustier and… The layer of muscle that somehow had never left her over the sport-less years, hidden but present under all the chub she’d accrued, seemed to have been magnified too, making her seem even curvier and stockier despite being stretched out longer. This wasn’t just her being taller, she was bigger. And, fuck, did he find it hot. Shame heavy on his shoulders, he kept telling himself that he should be worried - no, he was worried but he couldn’t keep his mind out of the gutter. Her larger feet bobbed together cutely, juxtaposed with how unnervingly near to the end of the bed they were. Finally he relented, peering up at his wife again, shamefully trying not to ogle her. This time he was greeted by large, chocolate brown eyes, shimmering at him pleadingly. “Could you?” He sighed and shook his head, already resigned to being her butler for the duration of this stay. 

“Any preference.” 

“A lot.” 

“That’s not…” His eyes glazed over. He’d walked into that. “Yeah, okay.” 

Styrofoam containers squeaked against one another as Quin walked through the halls of the hospital. He wanted to get out of here now. Badly. He wanted the tests done and to know what the fuck was going on, to know Sofia was actually alright and then to be home. But he knew that wouldn’t be the case. At least not yet.

“Ohhhh, gimmie!” Sofia reached for the containers before Quin was even close, greedy hands reaching out. 

“Doctors come back yet?” Quin asked, handing containers one at a time to his wife. 

“Nope.” She answered, popping open white styrofoam one at a time to see their contents. 

Quinn sighed and handed her some plastic cutlery. “They didn’t have much so I got a few things. Whatever you don’t want I can eat.” 

Not responding, she grabbed a fork and began to stab at the macaroni and cheese. In the first mouthful, she made a face. “Wow, how do you fuck up mac and cheese?” She said, unimpressed, yet still going for more. Quin took to his new home in the seat by her bed, checking his phone and trying not to count the hours that they’d been here as he did. 

Although that’s when the nurse returned, cheerfully letting them know that the testing was done and that the doctor would be along shortly. Only 20 minutes later, the doctors returned, holding a clipboard, less enthused than the nurse had been. “Okay, so there’s good and bad news.” He began, which made Quin’s heart rise up into his throat. “The good news is that everything looks normal. Your hormones are all at really good levels and so is… Well, pretty much everything. The only thing borderline is your cholesterol and even that’s not in at a measurement where we actually have to worry. You’re… Incredibly healthy overall.” His facial expression looked strained despite the solid bill of health.

“So what’s the bad news?” She asked through a mouthful of mac and cheese. 

“Well that’s just it. Nothing is out of the ordinary so we don’t really have any information to go off of when pursuing this.” He thought for a moment. “If only we could repeat whatever happened, we could get more insight into the causes and effects it has on you.” Snapping out of his thoughts he looked back at Sofia. “Either way, I’ll refer you to a few different specialists. It’ll be a process of elimination but they can hopefully whittle down what is going on. It should be quick to organise if I could steal one of you away to the desk.” He said, thrusting a thumb over his shoulder.

“Mphh, okay.” Sofia said nodding, having moved onto the second styrofoam. Yet she made no attempt to move. 

“I’ll come.” Quin said quickly, trying to divert the doctor away from Sodia and her animalistic eating habits. “I know her calendar anyway.” 

“Ohhh, let's get some taco bell!” Sofia said, locked onto the bell logo as they drove by it. 

Quinn almost broke his neck doing a double take, his head whipping to her in the passenger seat. “What? You just ate a ton at the hospital?! How are you even hungry?”  

“I’m not…” Sofia pouted. “But that food sucked and I wanna eat something that actually tastes good.” 

“Then why did you eat all of it? By the time I got back you’d finished everything!” Quin pouted now, annoyed that his wife had been inconsiderate time and time again throughout the day. 

“It took them ages to discharge me though! And hey, I grew like five whole inches. I need food.” She said it almost proudly. “Plus, really I was saving you from how bad it was. It sucked SO bad.” She turned to look at the taco bell that was now behind them then turned back. “C’mon, if you’re hungry then we should totally get some tacos! It’s basically dinner time now anyway!” 

He didn’t like how much sense that last part made. He was hungry now and, honestly, tacos would hit the spot. Hitting his indicator she squealed happily as he checked his mirrors and looked to change lanes, looping back to hit the drive thru.  

The queue was short and soon enough, they were at the microphone, in front of the lit up billboard sized menu. Quin eyed the huge selection, trying to quickly pick something out.

“Hi, can I take your order?” A lady’s vice garbled through the speaker. 

Feeling rushed, Quin quickly chose something. “Uhh, yeah, can I grab the 3 soft taco combo, please?” 

“Sure.” The item pinged up onto the screen as she said it. 

Adding a drink, he turned to Sofia, “what do you want?” He’d been expecting her to give him an order to relay, but was surprised to see that wasn’t going to be the case. 

She’d already unbuckled her seatbelt already and was moving towards him, clamouring forwards with a gluttonous zeal in her eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll give my order.” There wasn’t even a chance for him to question what she was planning as she descended upon him, reaching over him to grab the window pane on his door. Shock bled out of his pores as her breasts and belly brushed against him. Her coconut shampoo filled his nostrils as the weight of her curves was somewhat lowered onto him, smothering his chest and lap. Immediately, his pulse was blasting faster in his chest, his dick roused to life by the touch of her curves against him and her scent invading his brain. Sticking her head out of the window she eyed the menu, already beginning to relay her order. “Can I get two Supreme Taco Party packs, a supreme variety taco party pack, a burrito cravings pack and…. Hmmmm, one chicken quesadilla and one steak quesadilla. Oh, and some cinnabons!” 

Both the woman on the other end of the microphone and Quin were dumbfounded by the order. “Uh - o - one moment.” The woman stammered, tapping items into the order as quickly as she could in a bid to keep up. 

“Babe, you ju -” 

Sofia shushed him. “Don’t interrupt, I need to make sure she gets the order right.” She said in a hushed tone. 

“Did I get everything, ma’am?” 

The list on the screen was extensive. “Yep, that’s everything!” Sofia said with genuine surprise. “And gimmie baja blast too. The biggest you got.”

“Alright.” Came a strained, staticy response. “Is there anything else?” Quin thought that sounded fearful.  

“Nope, thank you!” 

“Please move to the next bay for payment.”

Sofia climbed back over and plopped her ass into the passenger seat, making the suspension bob just slightly. The car stayed stationary for a moment before, numb, Quin began to move it forwards. “What the fuck?” He didn’t even sound angry. Just appalled and wrung out from the repeated insanity that today had brought. “You just said you weren’t even hungry….” 

Melodic laughter spilled out of her. “Hun, you should see your face right now.” The frown deepened and a side eyed glare dampened her laughter. “Alriiight, relax.” She said, holding up her hands. “Pay and I’ll explain while we wait for the food, okay?” Begrudgingly, Quin brought the car to a stop at the next window of the drive thru. He bulked at the total but paid and followed instructions to park around the front, to wait for the colossal order to be made. 

Quin didn’t even ask this time, instead turning to look at her expectantly. “Okay, so… Remember what that one doctor said? The whole ‘repeatability’ thing and not really being able to get accurate data.”

He was shocked that she’d actually been listening. “Yeah…” 

“Well, I was thinking, what if I could repeat it?” 

Eyes narrowing, Quin chewed the inside of his cheek. This was a crazy but he knew where she was going with it. “The buffet.” Sofia snapped her fingers, pointing them in the shape of a guns at Quin. “You think the buffet had something to do with all of this?” 

“I don’t know but it’s worth a try, isn’t it?” 

“Why?!” The word was filled with bafflement. “Why would you want it to happen again?” 

That irked her. A grim expression on Sofia’s face sent a tingle up Quin’s spine. He’d seen that face many times before - the face before Sofia was about to talk with steel in her voice. It was her ‘you’re testing my patience’ voice. “Weren’t you the one that said figuring this out was important? You wanted me to go to the hospital and that was a bust. Now I’m trying to figure it out on my own and you’re getting pissy?” She huffed. “What, are you scared I’m gonna be taller than you or something? Is this some macho bullshit? Are you gonna tell me that I can’t wear heels next?” She barreled on, her words coming in hot and angry, each word making him shrivel smaller in his seat. 

“N - no, it’s not that I just don’t want this to impact your health or -”

“I’m a big girl. I can decide what will ‘impact my health.’” She crossed her arms, turning to look out of the passenger side window to avoid looking at him. 

Silence hung in the car for a while then as Quinn did his best to piece together something that would placate her anger. He didn’t think he’d said anything wrong but knew that apologising would smooth this out quicker. “Sofia.” He put a hand on her shoulder, gently turning her towards him. “I’m sorry, I know this is stressful and - and it’s happening to you and not me, but… I’m worried too. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” 

Turning back, she softened slightly. “But you heard them, nothing is wrong with me. Like, literally, I’m in perfect health.” Taking his hand in hers, she squeezed. “I’m gonna be fine and…” She licked her lips, building up to an admission. “And I want it to happen again.” 

Millipede legs ran up and down Quin’s vertebrae. “What - what do you mean?” He asked, voice incredulous.

“I want it to happen again.” She said with even more conviction. “I like being bigger.” 

“You… You like being bigger?” He sounded like a dumb echo now. 

“Yes. I’ve always hated being small.”

“Sofia, you’ve never been small.” 

“Fine, average, whatever. Average is boring. I like feeling bigger - being bigger. Feeling like… More.” Awed by what he was hearing, Quin didn’t know what to say. “So?” 

“S - so?” Again he was relegated to being a moronic echo of her. 

“Are you in? Are you coming along for the ride with me?” 

“I…” His eyes trailed along an invisible line. “I mean… Of course I am.” Shaking his head slightly in disbelief at the words coming out of his mouth, he continued. “You’re my wife. I can’t just… I have to be.” 

She scoffed. “You don’t have to be anything, Quin. Look, let’s just try.” She shrugged. “This is a shot in the dark anyway. Although, if it does work, I’m sure, you’re gonna like where this ride is going. I saw you staring at me the whole time I was in the hospital.” She said, smirking with one eyebrow arched. 

Cheeks beginning to warm, a knock at the window made Quin jump. He turned to see not one but two taco bell employees had come over to give them their order. Opening the window, he was handed the bags and the boxes, quickly passing them through, over to his wife as he marveled at the amount she’d ordered. “Hope you have a good party!” One of them cheerily said once everything had been handed over. 

“We will!” Sofia said, almost cryptically as she tore the top of a bag open, already reaching in to get ahold of something to eat. “I’m gonna start.” She chimed to Quin, happily biting into a quesadilla. 

“Even if you’re trying to recreate whatever happened… Isn’t this a little much?” Eyeing the piles of taco, he tried not to feel sickened. How could any one person eat that much? 

“I’m bigger than I was yesterday. I’m gonna need more food. And I’m hungry.” The air of self satisfaction and the deeper meaning behind that word made the millipede return, scuttling down his back. Had she just willed herself into hunger? Or did she mean hungry to be bigger? He started the car, praying they could get home quickly. 

Traffic was annoyingly busy in the packed asphalt arteries of the city. Quin was hitting blockers over and over, re-routing to try and get home as quickly as possible on the relatively short journey. And yet, he felt like he was losing this race. The entire drive, he could hear Sofia’s maddening chomping and chewing, giddy little noises slipping out of her as she gleefully became a symbol of hedonism. He’d glance over every now and then to see her licking sauce or melted cheese off of her fingers, or glimpse her guzzling down some of her luminous teal drink. Snatching a look at her again, he tried to estimate how much she’d already eaten. The quesadillas were gone. So was a taco or two… Or… Jesus, how much had she already eaten? It was hard to keep up without watching her more diligently and, now looking, Quinn could see far more wrappers clogging up the dashboard than he’d initially thought there were. How was she able to inhale food so fast? He couldn’t shake the feeling that wrappers were multiplying far faster than their journey was progressing - all while he swore that he could visibly see her stomach swelling in his peripheral vision. 

As they rolled to a stop at a red light, Quin was able to actually take a good look at the spectacle unfolding next to him. One of those big boxes was already empty and his jaw almost went slack when he saw how tight his shirt was looking on her right now, the fabric strained not only around her chest but also around her stomach. The lip of the shirt had pulled taut around the middle of her belly leaving her belly button, and the waistband of his shorts biting into her flesh, on show. “Ohhh, this is so fucking goooood.” She moaned, halfway through a burrito. There was food on her cheeks and lips, her tongue swirling out to clean some of the mess. Quin’s eyes unfocused as he saw someone behind Sofia, a car adjacent to theirs, where the driver was staring into the car, looking, horrified, at his wife. Quin tried not to be embarrassed, looking away from her slightly so he wouldn’t make eye contact with the other woman. Sofia noticed his abrupt head turn and span around to see the lady looking at her, frozen in disgust. “What? Never seen someone eat before, you skinny bitch?” Maria cackled with a mouth full of food and then opened her maw to cram the last of a burrito into her mouth, now empty hand coming up to flip her off. Quin slammed his foot down as soon as the light went green, Sofia’s laughter reverberating around the car. 

“You didn’t need to do that.” He said, now red faced. 

“She should mind her business.” Or at least that’s what Quin thought Maria said. She’d torn open another wrapper and was now deep throating yet another burrito - hurling another empty box into the back seats. Jesus, that was the first time she’d actually focused on something other than her food. Had she even noticed their drive was being delayed by fate at every turn? 

Sofia hadn’t. She’d been knee deep in engorging herself as much and as fast as possible. Knowing that eating more slowly would mean she’d feel full before she could cram more in, she was barrelling through the food as quickly as she could. And yet, she was already feeling the effects. She’d been devouring gorgeous, savoury beef and chicken and gooey, delicious cheese as if it were on a conveyor belt, soft tortilla and crunchy hard shells carrying it all forwards to the endless depths of her caveroun mouth. Packing it into her body at pace, she’d risen up in her seat, sitting more upright, torso being forced to straighten due to the unholy amount of calories and protein and fat she was shovelling down her gullet. Her whole middle had ballooned, left side somehow even more exaggerated than the right, gut marching forwards so that the bags and boxes of Mexican food on her lap were being pushed backwards. A dragon’s breath of a burp filled her cheeks before being huffed out, the pressure within her diffusing just slightly. She’d had to move the seat back this morning to fit her longer legs in and even still the remaining boxes and bags were beginning to touch against the dash. Breathing in short, sharp breaths, overfilled stomach already encroaching on the space her lungs were trying to maintain, she thought about moving the seat back again, or unbuckling the seatbelt that had slipped into her cleavage and was pasted against the curve of her gut; but something else more pressing was dominating her thoughts. Quin’s stupid cargo shorts were digging into her - feeling as if they were going to cleave her in half like a cheese wire through a big wheel of cheddar - as her belly and hips strained the material, rolls of blubber firming up, a wall of solid food pushing them outwards. It took two tries before the button popped open and there was an immediate sense of relief. The food in her stomach palpably shifted as one of the restraints on its movement was gone in an instant. Paper and cardboard rustled together as the weight of her belly spilled further onto her thighs and dominated even more space. “Ahhhh.” She moaned, leaning back into the seat, finally able to breathe more deeply and as a result expanding herself even more as she did. Rubbing her palm at her smooth, taut side of her stomach, careful not to let her fingers - too stained by her feast - ruin Quin’s shirt. 

Speaking of which, she adored how tight the shirt was feeling on her right now. Was she bigger than Quin? Even if he had a fraction of an inch on her in height, she must have been heavier. Girthier. The top was proof, wasn’t it? A second skin wrapped tighter than the casing around a sausage - hugging every inch of curves so delightfully that she couldn’t wait to rip right through it. ‘Wow, where had that thought come from?’ She thought to herself. Until she contemplated it again. That would feel good. Wait, why did she even care about ruining it anyway? She smeared grease across the top, feeling the fabric stretched over her and tittered quietly. It was all deformed anyway, the shape out of whack for a male body, teetering on the edge of annihilation. She could do it, right? Pop it right open? The stitches were seriously struggling already… Struggling just like her actual skin was, creaking around her stuffed, fat belly. That thought brought a second wind to her. Even feeling full, she knew she couldn’t stop and dipped a hand into one of the paper bags again, fishing out something else decadent to gurgle down. 

At this point she’d put a major dent in the monstrous taco bell order. Two variety packs remained as well as the dessert she’d picked up. Oh, and Quin’s measly order, looking pathetic pushed to the side of one of the bags. Opting for the cinnabons, she pulled them free and popped one into her mouth - a sugary bomb to balance out the heaps of salt that had coated her tongue. It cut through what felt like a thick, gummy layer of salt and fat on her tongue, but even this was fried. By the second even the cinnabons were stifling, the intensity of all the flavours making her squirm, hips that amply filled the seat shuffling slightly left and right against the upturned sides. The ache in her ribs throbbed with each of those movement. Picking up the baja blast, she washed sugar down with sugar. Alternating between savoury and sweet, she double fisted food, taco in one hand, cinnabon in the other until two more tacos were gone and she was pouring the leftover sugar in their container straight into her mouth. Plucking up another taco, she forced it into her mouth and took a bite, hardly chewing before she pelicaned it down - swallowing as hard as she could. Each morsel hurt to consume now, pushing her to go to such an extreme length in a bid to eat more. But it hurt so good. This feeling - the swollen tightness - mixed with the blood pressure heightening, insulin spiking, cholesterol filled feast of amazing food. She felt as if she were walking on clouds, arousal and satisfaction mingling in a unique way that only came when she stuffed herself silly. Nausea washed over her and she breathed slow, ignoring it, fighting it off before inhaling the last of the taco that had been in her hand.   

Cramping, fluttering bursts ran along her stomach. A fuzzy mist filled her head, eyes swimming just slightly. Her pace had slowed down majorly, her arms and eyelids feeling heavy. Quin’s hand softly touching her thigh made her jump. But it was his words that charged her with electricity “Almost there.” He said, talking about the drive. Sofia didn’t understand it that way though. She took it as encouragement. She was almost there. There wasn’t that much left really, was there? She’d never told him about this - about how hot she found it and, having his support, filled her already packed out chest with a new resolve. 

She picked up another taco, devouring it with a gusto that could convince you that she wasn’t in incredible agony. Crunching down taco after taco, her valiant third wind eventually slowed as well, the replayed praise from Quin running around and around in her head until it was too quiet to hear. Tossing another empty box into the back, she knew she couldn’t stomach anymore. She literally felt like she was going to burst. Her stomach creaked like the planks of wood in an olden gally, being beaten by the waves of the sea. It had filled out immensely, the hospital food and the taco bell making her look triple the size she’d been before she’d started eating… Maybe even more than that. Looking down at the beach ball between her breasts, she grabbed at it with both hands, tentatively stroking it, feeling how her belly button had been pulled and clawed by her overly taxed skin into a tight ‘o’. “Ohhhh my God.” She whispered, head spinning as she took in the surreal size of herself, trying to lift her gut in both hands and failing. Huge. She was fucking huge. So massive. It felt amazing on an otherworldly level. But… But it still hadn’t happened yet. Was she crazy? Was the food just a weird coincidence? Despair filled her for a moment as the lustful fantasy began to slip. No. She just had to push her limits further. She was bigger than before and that meant her appetite and her capacity was bigger too. But it also meant she’d need more to get there. Looking at the food, at the last variety pack that had survived, she opened the box and reached in. She took one taco out from the stack, hands trembling. Just one more. One more. 

It only took a bite. One mouthful. Chomping down on it, she muscled it down and that was it. That was the tipping point. She felt it almost immediately. A slight swell of her middle as the food landed and then it came alive. She came alive. Her entire middle groaned and growled and whined and bubbled, sounds so loud that it overwhelmed the sounds of the engine. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhgh.” She joined in a chorus with it as pain bloomed. Her legs went rigid, feet pushing against the floor in the foot well, her back pressing firmly against the seat. Something was happening. 

“What’s wrong?!” Quin asked, turning frantically between his wife and the road. “A-are you okay?” 

Reaching for anything, Sofia gripped at the handhold of the car door in one hand, her other hand coming down on her own thigh, both gripping hard. “Oh fuck! Oh fuuuck!” Her stomach was swelling bigger, shuddering, throbbing outwards. Until it stopped. And reversed. The same exact stuttering movements, but now moving inwards. Moving inwards as the rest of her body pulsed out.

The shearing of fabric, seams splitting and ripping apart, filled the car - Sofia’s breasts suddenly surging, flooding Quin’s top past its limit, the threads under one of her armpits bursting apart. Her hips spilled over the edges of the seat that they’d already filled, pressing against the door on one side and overhanging into the cup holders on the other - the rough canvas of the shorts trying to confine her pulled and giving what little stretch they had with the sound of a rope taking being yanked in opposite directions. The open fly of the shorts spread wider, Sofia’s stomach forcing the material as open as possible, doughy rolls overflowing over the waistband where there was no more give, her seatbelt cinching into her, refusing to spool out longer due to the speed of each pulsing spurt of size. It would have been strangling her if her body wasn’t so thoroughly overwhelming it, expanding around it until the portion between her breasts was almost invisible. Below her legs weeded longer in the footwell, knees smashing into the glove compartment, legs bending to one side as they refused to stop their elongating, skewing her posture and sending her shoulder into the window with a resonant thunk. Her spine pulled tight, vertebra the links on a chain, straining against one another as her head inched closer to the ceiling in fitful jumps, until finally her head thudded against roof of the car, sun visor right in her face. And the growth slowed, leaving larger, panting Sofia sat in a seat that was far too small. 

Quin had pulled over in the middle of the transformation, terrified, not knowing what was happening. But then, once he’d stopped and got to watch it, his emotions became mixed. Lust and awe mingled with fear and anxiety. Now he sat, silent, staring at Sofia. Her large lungfuls finally forced the hem of his shirt to ping up abruptly, unveiling her soft, tan belly. As if that awoke him from his wonderment he finally spoke. “I - is it over?” 

Overwhelmed by stimulus, Sofia took a beat. Long fingers released the door handhold and slowly, she reached a hand up, feeling the roof of the car that her head was touching. A throaty, deep chuckle rumbled out of Sofia, her middle wobbling with each musical note. “Okay. Now I’m definitely taller than you.” She said, calling back to their discussion in the morning, smuger than she’d ever been in her life.