"Big Enough?" [AE][Early Access] (Patreon)

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Amber Martin, the self-proclaimed Queen of Booty, was famous for her outrageous ninety-inch hip measurement—all without an ounce of plastic. She’d always had enough ass for herself and twice more—at least that was how she had remembered things this morning. Had it not been for her account’s year-end retrospective sitting in her inbox, Amber might have gone on enjoying all the attention as “the thiccest women on the internet” and never known she had only been this bottom-heavy for months and not years. 

Seeing photos from the trip last winter alongside the pic she had shot last week, the one of her exploding out of an older pair of panties, it… It was like looking at two different people. All of a sudden, Amber was aware of just how much space she was taking up on the bed. She was sitting in the middle and she was touching three edges of her Queen-sized mattress. Each half of her bubble butt rivaled her head. Her thighs had thickened to the point of being far bigger than her waist—and the rest of her lower body was equally exaggerated.

The repressed memories of her expansion began to bubble up, and it was like she got to experience her already accelerated growth over again at an even faster pace.

It had started with those leggings she got for Christmas just after she got back. They had been too big when she first pulled them on but then, mysteriously, they fit great a moment later. A week later, they were tight and she tried on something else a little bigger. So it went, over and over. She kept growing into and out of pants, tights, leggings, etc…

Amber was shocked. After the months of futile job hunting that followed three grueling years of grad schools, all she had wanted was for people to notice her, to admit she existed. Well, she had a Wikipedia page now, so wish granted, right? Still, she should have been freaked out by all of it. Should have... and, yet... there was a whisper in her heart that this level of excessive physical fantasy was exactly what she had wanted when making that off-hand wish last winter.

Tentative fingers reached down to pet the dramatic curve from her otherwise average waist and Amber gasped at how soft her skin was. How yielding. In an instant, her sense of apprehension melted in the face of the heat coming off her flesh. The sheer volume of tactile sensations she was experiencing from just her fingertips on her skin was intense beyond words. It seemed like, in her hedonism, everything about her—fucking everything—had been repurposed to gain the maximum amount of pleasure from her lower body being worshiped.

Speaking of… she had adoring fans awaiting her. A stream was scheduled for later and there was a package on her desk. In it was another custom-stitched pair of stockings. She knew they were, roughly, ten percent bigger than her last pair. She knew what would happen when she put them on, and it was very possible she would forget all of this again soon after—but she wanted to remember, she wanted to know what growing felt like. Was too much of a stretch to wish to be famous for growing? 

There was only one way to find out...