Lying atop her bed, Bonnie’s hands had ceased their sexual explorations and had moved down to clutch tightly upon her sweat-soaked sheets. Her teeth were clenched tightly as frustrated tears started to flow down her flushed cheeks before her eyes snapped open and she sat up with a growl.
Her blue eyes were glazed over, her conscious mind still caught in the nightmare her dream had become but that didn’t stop her subconscious from taking control and enacting exactly what Bonnie wanted more than anything else at this very moment.
Getting up from her bed, Bonnie quickly left her room and made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen. With little preamble, she pulled out every carton of ice cream there was in the freezer before moving on to the cabinets to tuck into every box of cookies Bonnie could get her hands on. One of Bonnie’s vices, one of several in fact, was that whenever she was upset she tended to go on an eating binge that would, at best, empty out a tiny box cookies or a carton of small pint of ice cream.
Of course, that was when she thought of herself as a normal, if not highly athletic and incredibly popular and curvaceous, high school girl.
But in her dream, Bonnie was a high school girl standing just slightly above seven feet tall with curves to put supermodels to shame. When awake, Bonnie would keep her binging to as absolute an minimum as she could for the sake of her body. That and to prevent any unwarranted ammo coming from her older sisters when they took notice of an empty carton of ice cream or box of cookies again. However, when Bonnie started to notice that the weight she gained, small though it was, went to particular places, namely her generous bust and rear…
Well, what was the harm of a full quart of ice cream, another box of cookies, or all of the chocolate that was in the house and more besides?
Bonnie was a big girl and she was going to get even bigger.
Tossing aside the first emptied box of cookies, Bonnie moved on to the next with reckless abandon, manicured fingers digging in and pulling out large handfuls at a time and stuffing them in her mouth. With every swallow, her petite stomach bloated more and more.
When she finished with that box, she moved on to the ice cream, now just melted enough to be dug out of their cartons with the largest spoon she had. Bonnie wasn’t meticulous with how she ate either, crumbs littered the deep line of her cleavage and slightly tickled in her bosom while melted ice cream was now trailing down from her lips and splatted against her top.
Bonnie’s once slim waist now sport some considerable girth to it and she wasn’t slowing down in the slightest. It wasn’t until she exhausted the last of the ice cream in her house, three full cartons in all, and drunk a whole gallon of milk that she paused in her feasting. Bonnie leaned back against the fridge and slowly slid down and fell onto her butt, quietly whimpering in pain as she gently rubbed her fiercely protesting middle.
Still perspired from her earlier dream and now freshly so with her binging, Bonnie looked almost like she was glowing. In point of fact, Bonnie really was glowing, a faint but still clearly visible aura of light appearing around her before disappearing as quickly as it had appeared.
Bonnie’s breathing grew even more ragged as her body temperature spiked even higher, her tank top positively soaking now with perspiration and her hardening nipples tenting out the dampened fabric. She loosed a low moan and doubled over, holding her stomach before she suddenly arched her back, still bent over at the waist. Eyes still glazed over, Bonnie let loose a deep, throaty laugh for though her face showed clear signs of pain, her mouth was stretched into her signature sadistic smile.
Her stomach began shrinking in spurts, retracting into her in deep pulses and her body stretching upwards and outwards in sync. Bonnie gasped, nibbling on her lower lip as her breasts started to run out of room. Pushing against each other and trapped in the now too-tight prison of cloth drawn tightly around her fleshy spheres, Bonnie’s mounds were rising like bread dough through the open neck of her top. The bottom hem rose up along her now slimed middle, the mass of food within it now absorbed into her steadily growing body.
Her athletic legs lengthened and widened, slowly pulling apart her short’s bottom segments. While the waistband remained intact for the moment, the fabric of the actual clothing was like twin veils tantalizingly keeping her ballooning butt and leaking lower lips from view. Her panties were slowly becoming a tong as her butt cheeks hungrily took up more and more room beneath her straining shorts. Her prominent thighs and widening hips made the waistband tighten over her sides.
Bonnie’s face was one of glee mixed with pain, her body shaking and trembling as she loosed another moan. Her bones creaked and clicked as they enlarged whilst her muscles bulged and twitched beneath her tanned skin. Her body was in a daze of exquisite and exhilarating game of pain and pleasure, the feelings shifting back and forth between the two with no rhyme or reason.
When the growth at last subsided, Bonnie lay totally sprawled across the floor of the kitchen. Her head turned to one side, taking in an emptied box of cookies as her glazed eyes fell upon the small figurine that came with the box. A familiar figure of blonde hair and blue eyes caricatured with his usual doofish grin.
Bonnie’s mind was still asleep, caught in a dream too great to let go so easily though that didn’t stop her subconscious from adding more fuel to the pyre.
“Oh I almost didn’t see you there, Stoppable… Do you like the new and improved me…?”
The teenaged girl slowly sat up, a hand coming up to her chest to hold her stained and straining tank top in place, which only served to mash her bountiful melons out in all directions and bursting a few more seams along the sides. Almost as an afterthought, Bonnie brought her other hand to the back of her shorts, delicate fingers trying and failing to hide the generous cleavage of her ballooned butt from the tiny toy’s eyes.
She tilted her head, lips pursing as she listened to the words supplied to her from her drastically changed dream.
“It’s like my mom always says, Stoppable.” She winked at the tiny toy, out of breath but still managing a surprisingly seductive tone. “Growing girls need to eat in order to get bigger.” She hiccupped and shot up one last inch, almost like an aftershock. Bonnie was now all of eight feet tall though in her dreams, she was far larger in size and scope, standing upwards of sixty feet tall.
“Oooh yes, just like that…” Bonnie cooed, nibbling on her lower lip before she turned a rather predatory gaze back down at the miniature toy of Ron Stoppable. Her stomach let loose a low rumble. “And I want to keep growing.”
She reached down for the toy, hearing tiny squeaking screams as her fingers wrapped tightly around it and brought it up to her face. “Keep growing,” she breathed, “Bigger and bigger…”
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