Chapter #11Catherine gets what she wants by: RoyalJelly   It happens in a flash. Just as soon as Catherine loses her grip on the box of pills, she catches it again, opens it, and dumps its contents into her mouth before she hits the ground. Catherine lands on the ground soon after, then Jenny lands on Catherine, the young woman's arms wrapped tight around her stepmother's narrow waist. You can't quite register what's happening until about three seconds after it's happened. Neither can Jenny, apparently, as she has a triumphant look on her face as she grabs the container.
"Ha! I got--them?" Jenny's face screws up in confusion as she looks at the empty box. Her gaze drifts down to Catherine's smug grin, and her expression quickly turns to one of horror. As if to punctuate her victory, Catherine swallows; you watch as her throat distends while the pills are drawn inexorably towards her stomach.
"Sorry, darling," says Catherine. "Looks like you weren't fast enough." A rumbling sound comes from her stomach, which soon blends with a deeper thrumming sound that seems to emanate from her entire body. You swear the temperature in the room goes up a few degrees as Catherine's face flushes. "I think it's starting already." She begins to breathe faster as she rubs her legs together. Jenny, aware of what's happening and how Catherine must feel, tries to stand up, but finds that Catherine has wrapped her hands around her waist in a bear-trap embrace.
"Catherine!" Jenny shouts. "Let me up, dammit!"
You're so preoccupied with the strangeness of this scene that you don't register that Catherine is already starting to grow. You watch as her head and feet begin to creep along towards opposite ends of the room, and as Jenny seems to become smaller and smaller by comparison. Your girlfriend was always smaller than her stepmother, but where Jenny was once staring Catherine dead in the eye as she lay on top of her, she now needs to crane her neck to maintain eye contact. You struggle to estimate how large Catherine must be; she's easily taller than you. You'd guess that she's about seven feet tall. No, now eight feet. Ten feet?
Catherine's bikini snapped long before you notice that her breasts and ass were also swelling. On a normal woman, Catherine would be sporting a world-breaking chest, each tit the size of her own torso. But--god she must be twelve feet by now, right?--she's almost engulfed the entirety of Jenny's body. Each breast is nearly as tall as Abby. You look up at Abby to see her gaze locked on her sister and stepmother, before you notice that Catherine's hips are easily twice as wide as her shoulders, giving her an ass that wouldn't stand a hope in hell of fitting through the bedroom door frame. This thought percolates in your mind for a few seconds. Maybe you should run, it'd certainly take a while for Catherine to get her bearings and get out of the room.
"Catherine! Let me go dammit! Let me go--oof!" Jenny is now stuck in Catherine's cleavage rather than her grasp; for a second it looks like she's to slip out, but Catherine quickly squeezes her breasts together, crushing the air out of Jenny's lungs and making it impossible for her to escape.
"Yes, yes, oh god--" pants Catherine. "Keep struggling, honey, I'm about to--I'm gonna cu--fuuuuuck!" Catherine arches her back as she cums, her foot kicking a hole through the drywall on the opposite end of the room. What little rationality is left in your head estimates that she has to be about 15 feet tall right now. She squeezes her colossal breasts tighter together with one hand as she lashes out with the other arm. The blow inadvertently knocks Abby off her feet, sending her careening into the wall behind her. Catherine takes the opportunity to grab Abby roughly around the waist and lift the poor woman up onto her nipple.
"SUCK IT" bellows Catherine in a low, constricted roar that is scarcely recognizable as her ordinary voice. Abby does as she's told, and is met with an earsplitting howl of orgasmic--bliss? Rage? It's hard to say at this volume and timbre--for her efforts. Just as you're about to run and try and get help, Catherine locks her gaze on you. She looks feral, driven purely by instinct and utterly devoid of compassion. For a moment, she tries to stop moaning and you wonder how long this woman has been cumming.
"You--" she growls,   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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