It was like the aftermath of an explosion, nothing but foreboding silence and a deep rumbling.
You stared wide-eyed and shocked at the beast that was now your husband. What had been your long-time and grumpy, yet well-meaning partner had now turned into a giant goliath who, merely from sitting down normally, nearly crushed you into the armrest of the groaning sofa. Sweat was rolling off of his red skin, a slight heat radiating off Mark's body as he breathed heavily. Each breath he took was deep and labored, almost like a half-awake bear than any human man. You watched his belly, somehow fat but taut, continuously expand and decrease, yet still so large that if you focused hard enough, you could hear it gurgle. Grumble, even. Nearly on the verge of yearning in order to compensate for its now larger space.
"God Damn." You heard your huff, his voice bearing a deeper baritone than it usually did, giving you shivers. He looked at his hands, slowly moving his fingers, and you both listened to and savored every crack that was loud enough to bounce off the home walls. The TV was hard of any concern to the both of you anymore as your husband really began to inspect himself, taking one of those large hairy hands and groping his belly. It budged slightly, his strength being able to bend the skin, but it was just so tight and large like a distended cannonball that it didn't seem to notice its own weight. Still breathing deeply, he jiggled it a bit, going from light groping to mild fondling. Mark's hand started to roam over his chest and neck, feeling hair both in old and new places while in disbelief at how much his hands could grab now. He didn't even notice you, so big that his eyes didn't register his now tinier wife beside him. The thought would've put you off, but the sight of those hands and the movement of that MASSIVE body of his...it was starting to become intoxicating.
And apparently, you weren't the only one who thought so.
Eyes slowly roaming down, they blinked as his monster twitched, precum dribbling from the movement. You watched it still for a minute before it twitched again. Half a minute. It twitched. Mere 20 seconds. It twitched. You watched as it throbbed and twitched, its color turning into a reddish-purple as it began to extend. You heard your husband's breathing somehow getting deeper as he got rougher in his fondling, big fingers now rubbing against his fattish pectorals, nipples hard and large. Your breathing also got more laborious, knees knocking as that cock got girthier. And BIGGER. The cockhead began emerging from Mark's foreskin, angry and turning that light dribble of precum to erratic spews, a puddle starting to form and lengthen with each throb.
"God... it's like... it's like my body is on fire."
You nearly moaned as a smell picked up in the air, the combination of the dipping sweat steaming off of that cock and the exertion from Mark's growth creating a musk. With a moan, Mark shifted around, not used to his new weight, his cock jumping another few inches in length as it seemed his body was one giant nerve of pleasure. His feet, as small as they were compared to everything else, still slammed their impressive weight down on the floor as he tried to get more comfortable, shaking you and the couch slightly. The couch now smelled like him, the sofa that served your family for years now weakening and reeking from this developing giant's mere arousal.
"I-Its...O-Oh god its...I need."
With a mighty throb and a throat groan, his member gave one throb of growth before his erection reached its max. You weren't exactly the greatest at math, but even you could tell that this hole breaker was past the foot mark, maybe a stunning two feet. You looked at Mark to see his hands were now gripping the armrest tightly, arms of fat holding surprising strength as the linen and wood crackled and cracked from his fingertips. He was just...he was just so big now. So strong. The mere sight of him was arousing you, and the smell. Oh god, the smell, it was making you dizzy. Your underwear flooded and your eyes felt a puffiness that just made the haziness stronger. You never felt inferior to your husband before, both of you holding a respectful partnership and acknowledging each other's work. As lovers, that was a requirement. And so, you never felt so small next to him until now, looking up and shaking, watching him groan and watch his throbbing cock attempt to drown the table across you both in precum...
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