Chapter #11Oh, sure, NOW she wants to take the pills by: RoyalJelly   The container of pills falls onto the opposite side of the room. You, Catherine, and Abby make a rush for it.
"Fucking--give me the pills!" snaps Abby in between frustrated grunts as she snatches the bottle out of your grip and Catherine's. "Dammit, Catherine, you've already got blimp tits, let me have a go!"
"I'm your--fucking--stepmother!" shouts Catherine, grabbing the bottle from you. "And I deserve to be the--biggest anyway!"
"They're my mother's pills," you say weakly as you make half-hearted grabs at the container. You're not sure why you're bothering. There's no way you can make it back home while evading all three women. You give up the attempt. Eventually, Catherine grabs the pills.
"Hah!" she says. She opens the container and tilts it towards her open mouth. Nothing comes out. "Wait, what?"
Gently, you grab the container and turn it over. There, on the side, reads its label.
TIC-TACS
"This...this isn't the pill container," you say.
"Well duh," says Abby. "But if these aren't the pills, then who has them?"
The question hangs in the air, when you all say the same thing at once. "Jenny!"
You hear an orgasmic moan from somewhere downstairs. There's a momentary pause, and then the carpet beneath you explodes upwards.
You tumble back, sending Catherine and Abby to the floor behind you, as you stare, awestruck, at Jenny's face, and realize what must have happened; she took the pills directly below her room, and grew quickly enough to smash her way through the ceiling above her and the floor beneath you. As you stand up, you realize that, even with her feet planted on the ground a story below you, you're eye-to-eye with her. You step forward, and nearly stumble into the hole left by her growth. Beneath you, her massive cleavage heaves, its motion gradually breaking away more of the floor around them. Judging by the sound from downstairs and the look on Jenny's face, her nipples are brushing the wall behind you and one story below you.
This is it, you realize. You've lost control of the situation. Whatever happens next is dependent entirely on how your girlfriend is feeling.
Based on her expression, and on your familiarity with this kind of story, you can tell that she's feeling...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2025 RoyalJelly (UN: royaljelly at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Oswald has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author