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Archie’s Weight Gain Sequence
Seems like the leader of Team Aqua has being spoiled a little by his grunts
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Well, that child named Onion starts eating chips is very so huge after Steven left Beach City.
More Than He Bargained For
(Do not read if you're under 18 or otherwise under the age of consent in your country or state of residence. This story contains m/m romance and sexual scenarios in addition to magical, macro (giant), growth, cock expansion, and hip/thigh/ass expansion content. Don't read if you don't like that stuff. All characters depicted are of age and are the original creations of the author. Don't share without attribution to Ali/Auri @g01ngup. Enjoy!)
"And... ta-da!" Leon said, briefly tapping the sides of Harry's hips before stepping back.
"Nice magic trick, babe, but what does it...?" Harry trailed off as warmth suffused his body, sprouting from where Leon had touched him. He yelped at the sudden spike in arousal and cupped his half-hard dick. The feeling turned him on so quickly that his jeans were already starting to feel cramped.
Scratch that--it wasn't his erection. The jeans curved over Harry's legs, tight against the thickest point of his admittedly scrawny thighs. They were no longer long enough to cover the tops of his feet. The jeans pinched at Harry's groin, showing off a lewd bulge between his legs.
"You shrunk my jeans?" Harry looked up, unimpressed, but started when he had to look down to meet his boyfriend's eyes. His usually slightly-taller boyfriend.
"You're a smart boy," Leon said coolly, in that mysterious-but-alluring tone he knew would get Harry fully hard. "I think you can figure it out."
It worked, and as his arousal grew, so did Harry. His cock was hard enough to strain at the denim, its head inching down his inseam and beginning to brush the rough fabric. "Oh god," Harry said, but it was more like a moan. Despite himself, he rubbed his palm against the head of his cock, and wasn't rewarded with a sudden spurt in length.
Harry was already nearing seven feet in height, but his cock had to be at least a foot long, growing faster than the rest of his still-proportional body.
Or not-so-proportional body. Harry's legs weren't half as scrawny as they'd been, and pressing a hand against the extraordinarily tight denim told him that almost none of it was muscle. A strange grinding sensation filled the space between his hips as he felt them stretch out and expand. They would have grown anyway, of course--but Harry was becoming more and more pear-shaped by the second.
And more and more gigantic, as well. In the time it took him to notice his hips' increasing width, he'd gained more than another foot. His head was half a foot away from the ceiling--make that less than half a foot. His ankles were exposed, his socks disintegrating against his large feet. He grunted as a slow tearing began at the ass seam of his jeans. Harry's briefs were a little more forgiving, but even they were starting to reach their limits. His balls hung between his legs, both too large for his underwear to contain. Moving denim played against them as well as his foot-and-a-half-long dick as he continued to expand against it.
Harry had more than outgrown his thin shirt by then, but it was hardly giving a fight. The combined pull of his wider shoulders and increased width of his neck tore a large hole where the collar had once been. The arms were basically shredded, and the seams down his sides were separating more and more. Harry's shirt didn't reach more than two inches above his belly button--not quite because of his height, but because of his hips. Each of his ass cheeks had to be approaching the size of his head.
The waistband of his jeans gave up its fight as he surpassed eight feet in height and two feet in length. A slow but deliberate tear worked its way down the outer seams of his jeans. His calves, even as skinny as they were, were overwhelming the legs of the pants. Not to mention his thighs--Harry's thighs were thicker than he imagined was even possible. Each one was as thick around now as both had been before, even adjusted for proportion given his greater height. They grew thicker yet, shoving his cock up against the rough denim seam.
Harry moaned as his cock made further headway toward his left knee, pressing a hand against it in disbelief. Enough pre trickled out to leave a large, wet stain on the outside of his jeans. Harry rubbed his hand up and down its length as the splitting seams exposed it to the cold air.
His head hit the ceiling just as his shirt ripped down the middle and fluttered to the floor as a useless scrap of fabric. Harry's jeans were worryingly tight, the frayed legs halfway up his knees.
"Oh, god, Leon," he moaned. "How big is this gonna make me?"
"As big as you'll let it."
"Fuck you," Harry breathed to Leon's smirk.
He bent forward at the neck, then the shoulders, as more and more of his body insisted upon pressing up against the ceiling. Blindly, Harry navigated backwards until his ass hit a wall. He accidentally hip-checked a tall tower of DVDs, making it crash to the floor. The poor thing wasn't done being tortured, though, as it was decimated completely by half of Harry's monstrously huge ass as the giant of a man sat down.
Sitting was the last straw for his jeans, which roared as they split into two pieces of stretched out denim. Harry picked the remains of his underwear from between his legs as he spread them out. As it was, he was taking up almost half the room. One of his feet pushed the couch into the wall, crushing its frame as his legs continued to lengthen.
Harry's dick was almost gushing pre as it rose up, a three-foot monstrosity between his immense legs. His hips started to press into the walls adjacent to the corner in which Harry sat. He rubbed his hands up and down the cushiony expanse of his thighs as they continued to consume floor space.
"I wonder how much longer this will last," Leon commented. "None of my other partners ever got quite this big."
"Leon," Harry groaned, trying to grab his shaft but finding it too thick to hold with just one hand, even if the hand was the size of a serving plate. His hips dug trenches in the walls and his thighs took up more than half the floor. Between them, each of his balls was the size of a beanbag chair. "Stop," he added, breathless, as his foot knocked over a standing lamp in the corner from furthest from him.
"Stop what?" Leon asked with a coy smile. "Stop comparing your size to my past partners? Because, believe me, you're already more than twice as big as any of them got." Harry moaned loudly enough to shake the windows as a sudden spurt of growth sent him up the wall. He was officially taller sitting down than Leon was standing up.
Harry grabbed as much as he could of his cock, holding it more like a firehose than a penis, as it throbbed and produced more and more pre. It was already up to Leon's ankles. The head was as tall as Leon's knee, and he affectionately patted it as one would a dog.
Between this and Harry's head bumping against the ceiling for a second time, the stimulus overwhelmed him. In one last huge spurt of growth--which bent his legs toward the ceiling as his feet pressed against the walls and forced him to lean forward as his shoulder blades left indents in the ceiling--Harry came, actually flooding the living room floor. His moan made the windows shatter against his huge right thigh. He kept coming, insensate, for at least a minute before he snapped out of it.
His hips were almost as wide as the room, and his legs much longer. If he pushed his feet out any farther, they would leave holes the size of small doorways into the adjacent rooms. Plaster and ceiling popcorn liberally dusted his hair as he attempted to find a more comfortable position for his half-bent torso. Harry was absolutely huge, even discounting his enormous cock and ridiculous thighs, hips, and ass.
Harry looked around himself as best he could, but he couldn't spot Leon anywhere in the sea of cum covering the living room floor. He shimmied down the wall as best he could, raising his legs to make sure he hadn't accidentally crushed Leon. He would have looked under his dick, but it was too thick and heavy for him to move just yet. "Okay, Leon, you can shrink me down," he called, hoping Leon could hear him.
With a light weight, Leon was suddenly there, straddling Harry's cock. But Leon was already out of his jeans, sporting a cock half the size of Harry's, and looking up at the crouched-over giant with excited eyes. It was going to be a long weekend in more ways than one.
Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng
M/F couple with both getting some extra booty?
((See, I wanna do this fully, with a picture, but I’m having a lot of trouble finding a cute picture of a het couple with an emphasis on both partners’ bottoms. Help me out, internet.))—
The nude beach was overall an excellent destination, and he had no regrets, but John still yelped when his wife’s hands put a dollop of ice-cold sunscreen on his butt. He turned, giving her a bleak stare as she giggled and massaged it in. “Come on, honey,” said Mary, working in the sunscreen. “You don’t wanna get weird tanlines, right?”
“No, but some warning would have been nice,” he said, still pouting, trying not to enjoy it too much as she worked the lotion in. Her fingers were very deft, and judging from her lip-biting blush, she was clearly enjoying it. He was hardly one to begrudge her that, especially since he knew the obligatory followup. She turned, handing off the sunscreen and wiggling in a way that was more cute than sultry, but made him go stiff all the same.
“My turn,” she said, wincing as the cool sunscreen poured out onto her, her whole back arching. “Ah god! Why is it so cold?!” She asked as her husband worked it in for several long moments, from her lower back all the way down to her knees. She wasn’t sure, but she could swear that for seconds at a time she would feel ten fingers and the presence of one long additional appendage rubbing up against her. Giggling, she turned, pulling her husband close and standing up on tiptoe to kiss him, then realized that her hands met much more soft resistance than she expected. “Uh, John? Honey?” She asked, taking a step back and looking down.
John had hips now. Soft, wide, plush hips, with what looked like a serious donk to go with them. He turned, looking down at himself with a mix of confused terror and cock-twitching delight. His thighs had thickened as well, not only with muscle but with a layer of soft, squeezable fat as well, giving him a decidedly pear-shaped figure that contrasted with his much skinnier upper body. His gaze returning to his wife he wordlessly gestured, his still rock-hard cock giving another helpless twitch. She was rapidly approaching his width, though she was much shorter and he probably still had her beat on raw mass. Her thighs were all soft feminine curve where he kept at least a bit of muscle, and if he had a big booty to go with it, she was enormous. Mary’s hands explored her own flesh greedily for a few seconds, working in the last few dollops of sunscreen before her hands reached across for the husband.
Standing on tip-toe, her calves burning from all her extra weight, she pulled him in close for another passionate kiss. Her hands gripped his firm bottom tightly as his squeezed long, soft indentations in hers. A second later they were rolling over in the sand, the sunscreen and cooler forgotten, making out with the furious passion usually reserved for anniversaries and birthdays. Every last ounce of extra flesh felt electric, and all sense of decency abandoned, they made soft, passionate love on the beach. All of the worries (including how to get back to the car when none of their clothes fit) in the world would wait, for now they had each other.
Well, since @mistyfdfa said so…
======= Mary stretched, toes curling, pussy filled, her soft thighs and hips forming a comfy blanket over her husband. They panted, in the afterglow, though she was beginning to pick up on a few angry mutters from other beachgoers. Oh come on, it was a nude beach. Aside from suddenly sprouting an extra two hundred pounds of booty between them, this should have been standard. She gave John another kiss on the lips, rolling her hips slightly, making him grunt and moan as she pushed hard to pull herself up on top of him, into a very soft, comfortable cowgirl position. She reached over to the discarded sunscreen, pulling out a thick handful of the still strangely cold stuff and slapping it down onto his chest. “Oh god,” he moaned, bucking up into her. “What are you doing with that stuff?” “Making you even curvier,” she said with a naughty grin. Before John could protest, she started to work it into his chest, giving some particularly generous attention to his nipples. He moaned, back arching as he spasmed, thrusting erratically into her, his chest bloating. For a moment, it looked like she was just making his pecs bloat, as they pumped up with muscle, but after several long moments, they softened, jiggling, into her hands as she continued to massage. Cooing, she tuged his nipples, making him twitch inside her, even as he fixed her with a slightly annoyed glare.
“Boobs?” He asked. “You gave me boobs.” “Noooooo,” Mary said, working the last of it into his volleyball sized tits. “I gave you big huge fat boobs.” She tugged on his nipples, adding in a light quarter-turn and making him thrust again, his cock involuntarily stiffening and spasming inside her. “Honestly, they’re more like gazongas at this point, really.” John fixed her with a glare that he tried to make angry, but he was so close to cumming he could hardly make it convincing. “Poor baby,” she said, rolling her hips and making his eyes disappear back into his head. “I tell you what, you can do mine.” She brought his hand up, filling it with the suntan lotion and then arching her back, raising her breasts. As he reached, she grabbed his wrist abruptly, splatting the generous handful back down onto his own chest. “Woops, butterfingers,” she said, gripping his hands and making him massage his own chest this time.
For the first thirty seconds, John swore he left his physical body, since there was nothing but pleasure, a vague sense of heavy weight on his chest and at his hips, and he was cumming and cumming and cumming, more than he probably ever had before. When the initial set of sensations left him, shocked and choking and gasping, with breasts as big as yoga balls, his wife finally unstraddled him, her legs shaking and weak from pleasure, and turned him over, letting him massage everything he could reach of his massive chest. Before long, he could feel his body starting to lift with the huge spheres, his legs bearing progressively less of his weight as his own chest lifted him. At last, his knees slid forward as his whole torso lifted up farther, and his cock slipped into his own cleavage. He let out an unholy grunt, more a rutting call than anything else as he began to pump his cock between his own breasts.
Behind him, Marry delicately put a droplet of the lotion on herself, very delicately and gently working her clit, feeling the tiny little nub swell and stiffen and poke out. The next dollop was a little larger, perhaps the size of a dime. Soon, she was working half of a delicate handful into her stiffening, swelling clit, her legs still shaking and weak from the constant sensation. John felt something long and hard press against his swollen cheeks, still lubed up in that strange lotion, and he whimpered with pleasure. “Okay,” she said, giggling, “My turn.” John buried his face in his breasts, howling in pleasure as she slid into him, his wife mounting him, pressing into his bottom as his breasts swelled so large they became their improvised bed, drilling twin craters into the beach sand. Too far gone at this point to care, it would be hours by the time they stopped.
PORN CHRISTMAS OFFICIALLY CAME EARLY
LOL - I was thinking mini-giant/mini-giantess, but hey, sure, knock yourself out, man. Or hey, put some on her clit, too, so she can fuck him with it ;)
Giant shenanigans end here, MBE shenanigans impending in the next post
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Mary stretched, toes curling, pussy filled, her soft thighs and hips forming a comfy blanket over her husband. They panted, in the afterglow, though she was beginning to pick up on a few angry mutters from other beachgoers. Oh come on, it was a nude beach. Aside from suddenly sprouting an extra two hundred pounds of booty between them, this should have been standard. She gave John another kiss on the lips, rolling her hips slightly, making him grunt and moan as she pushed hard to pull herself up on top of him, into a very soft, comfortable cowgirl position. She reached over to the discarded sunscreen, pulling out a thick handful of the still strangely cold stuff and slapping it down onto his chest. “Oh god,” he moaned, bucking up into her. “What are you doing with that stuff?”
“Making us big,” she cooed, leaning down and massaging it across his chest with her breasts, feeling them plump and swell. “Making us very, very big.” She rocked back, pulling him up into a sitting position and working the lotion out from their chests across their backs, arms, necks, even back down for a second pass at everything below the waist. He grunted and she moaned as they began to stretch upwards, then outwards. He pulled out of her, leaving her leaking slightly as she snuck a hand down, massaging an extra dollop onto his cock, making him go cross-eyed for a moment as he continued to ascend.
Moments later, she found herself bent over, her huge body face down, ass up as her pear-shaped, but increasingly tall husband taking her from behind. The onlookers, far from disdainful, were now beginning to fear as their huge bodies traced longer and longer lines in the sand. For their part, they were lost to a world of pleasure, swelling steadily bigger and bigger, casting huge shadows in the sunset. Mary grinned, nuzzling into the sand as she came for the umpteenth time, feeling John spurting into her, his cock twitching with growth before they collapsed again, this time with John on top, still gently thrusting as his ten-foot body draped over his wife’s comparatively diminutive eight. Almost without thinking about it, Mary reached for the lotion again, smiling as the beachgoers began to scramble away from the massive couple.
Look, an actual thing posted! It's a MIRABLE. It's my usual kind of thing so if you're not into macro growth, guys getting big, guys getting stuck in houses, guys getting curvy, pear expansion (butt/hips/thighs), some gay shit, etc. then you should probably sit this one out. It's like 1,400 words or so long so it's a shortie. But hey, I'm actually writing again, I'm actually writing things I want to share (with strangers) again (this isn't the only thing I've been writing with intent to share, I'm rewriting my Very Incredibly Specific AU fanfic from a few years ago).
Happy (now very) belated Halloween!! I wrote this on the spur of the moment last week and forgot to link to it here until now, I guess.
It’s my usual fare--some gay stuff, some big guys, some thick guys.
quick full-body Prof. Maple to show you i'm not dead
Joe drank the wrong shake and is now enduring some giant consequences! Parts 5 and 6 on patreon #maleweightgain #fat #chubby #thick #gainer #gainerart #chubart #fatart #giant #macro #maleinflation #tightclothes #rippedclothes #giantweightgain #fatter #curvy #exjock
grow 45
Someone’s potion, didn’t go exactly according to plan. And well Gain quite a few… ‘Cough cough’ pounds….. “Just don’t tell him” like what you see, little tips help me out - http://ko-fi.com/jzpart
Couple Violets because I was horny for tits last night