"Okay. Give me the computer," said Dave, trying to keep his composure. "Then go to the other side of the room. I want this to be a surprise."
"Hm," said Lara, smirking, "I guess I can do that." She grabbed the computer. "Just remember, babe, I can do this whenever I want." She opened her mouth, her lips drawing further and further outward until they wrapped around the laptop's keyboard. She stretched her neck towards Dave, laying a now-slightly-moist laptop into Dave's overburdened lap. She circled around Dave's body, encircling his body with her stretched neck. "So, y'know, maybe don't try anything funny."
Lara retracted her neck like a tape measure, her head snapping back into position, before strutting over to the other side of the room. Dave gazed at his wife's retreating ass. She was wearing her show-off jeans today, and she was filling out every inch of them, leaving her backside looking like a denim peach. Dave supposed that--
Hm.
Dave waited for Lara to reach the other wall, quickly workshopping his plan. If this worked, he could keep Lara happy and keep her away for long enough for him to incapacitate Lara before she could retaliate in...whatever way she was thinking. Dave suppressed various images he saw in nature documentaries as Lara turned around, a wry smile on her face.
"Well, big boy?" asked Lara, "What's your move?"
Dave took a deep breath and began to type.
"Lara's jeans can stretch to accommodate any burden, and Lara's ass is too huge for her to reach me," he tapped into the computer, then hit the enter key.
Dave looked up at Lara, his heart racing in some combination of arousal, anticipation, and fear.
"Oh, Dave," said Lara, shaking her head, "Tough luck, I guess. Looks like you wasted your tur--ooh."
Lara's legs froze in place as she took a step forward. She glanced down, prodding at her thigh. "What the hell did you do? It feels like they're gonna expl--oh god!"
Lara and Dave's eyes widened simultaneously as they gazed at Lara's legs; her jeans were stretching as they widened outwards, her legs swelling like long, water balloons. Lara's gaping mouth warped into a far-too-wide smile as she pawed at her butt, its Mixalotian proportions swelling out, wider than the front of her body, into Dave's field of view.
"Oh, you're naughty!" squealed Lara. She yelped as she fell backwards, her ass plummeting the foot and a half that separated it from the floor. She laughed as she bobbed up and down on her buttocks like a pair of fleshy yoga balls, sinking her fingers into her freshly-granted endowments. She lounged backwards into her swelling ass as they gradually lifted her feet off of the ground. "Oooh, Dave, how big did you make me?"
Dave stared in rapture for a few moments. Lara was lying on a jiggling, waist-high expanse of denim as it grew upwards and outwards.
"Dave?"
"Oh," muttered Dave, "Uh, I just said that your ass was huge. Figured I'd get you back for the whole dick incident." Lara laughed as she grew, her ass now as tall as the rest of her body and large enough to touch three of the room's four walls. The windows on the exterior wall began to crack under a callipygian onslaught. Dave eyed it as it began to extend towards the tip of his dick. Oh dear. How big was she gonna get? He tugged feebly at the base of his flaccid dick, straining against the multi-ton weight of his manhood. Dave's heart pounded in his chest as the soft, denim-covered mass extended over his pipeline. He could feel himself stiffening, the force of his erection sliding outwards under Lara's colossal ass. The pressure of his blood forcing him up against Lara's colossal thighs. Good god they were wider than he was tall at this point. His dick twitched, bucking Lara ever so slightly as she tentatively giggled. A tinge of fear was creeping into her voice.
"Uh, Dave? How big am I at this point?"
"You could probably charge rent for that booty," droned Dave. It was true at this point. He couldn't even see Lara's body. He heard shattering glass as Lara's ass broke through the windows. The floorboards and walls were creaking.
"Okay, because that ceiling is getting awfully close," said Lara. "Actually, it's getting super--Dave! Dave, stop this, I'm gonna be cr--mmshd!"
Lara's ass was flush with the ceiling and engulfed the better part of Dave's throbbing erection. It futilely strained upwards against the mass of his wife, pressing upwards on god-knows-how-many-tons of ass. Above him, Lara's mountainous thighs kicked feebly in panic, their soft, pillowy forms rubbing against the walls and each other like tectonic plates, sending an jiggling earthquake through what parts of her body were visible.
"Dhhv! Lngt mh th fhck ut f hr!" shouted Lara through a wall of her own soft majesty.
"I...I don't think so, Lara. I'm putting an end to this."
"Nng yr nt!" shouted Lara.
Seriously, you're not, said a voice in Dave's head, I let you do this because it was fun, but I'm not gonna let you throw away the chance of a lifetime.
"Wh...what?" asked Dave.
"Lnnby! Hlllnf!"
"Well, I suppose that..." whispered Dave.
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