the girl and the hottub

girl in hottub relaxs out of nowhere her tits and ass start growing at a rapid pace before she knows she cant move and is swallowed by her new obscene proportions

**Expanded Version (Hotter, Sharper, Tighter):** The warm water lapped at her skin as she sank deeper into the bubbling jets, eyes shut in bliss—until the first sharp ache twisted through her nipples. Her back arched instinctively, but before she could even gasp, her tits surged outward, heavy and obscene, flesh swelling against the tight fabric of her bikini top. The seams strained—then tore with a wet *snap*, spilling her suddenly massive tits into the water with a heavy splash. Her ass ballooned next, the suit’s bottom digging in as her hips flared, flesh expanding in thick, greedy pulses until the fabric shredded. She whimpered, fingers scrabbling at the tub’s edge, but her arms were already pinned—her tits too huge to lift, her ass too wide to shift. The heat of the water made her skin flush hotter as she fought to move, but her own body betrayed her, swelling faster, heavier, until the sheer weight of her tits forced her under. Water rushed over her face as her bloated curves pressed her down, tits like boulders pinning her to the tub floor. Her thighs jiggled, useless, ass swallowing the space between them as her hips kept growing, spreading wider against the porcelain. Every desperate twitch only wedged her deeper, her own obscene proportions trapping her in the heat, the pressure, the mind-numbing pleasure-pain of relentless expansion. Bubbles escaped her lips as she moaned—half panic, half delirious arousal—her body no longer hers to control.

--- Her body had become a prison—one she couldn’t escape, one she didn’t *want* to escape. The pressure of the water, the relentless swell of her curves pressing her down, had short-circuited something primal in her brain. She stopped struggling. Stopped thinking. A giddy giggle bubbled up from her throat, muffled by the water, as the pleasure of her own obscene transformation drowned out everything else. Her tits pulsed, heavy and hypersensitive, nipples stiff as they brushed against the tub floor, sending electric jolts straight to her clit. Her ass, swollen beyond reason, jiggled with every tiny shift, the sensation making her moan into the churning water. Hands—*whose hands?*—suddenly gripped her floating hips, fingers sinking into the pillowy flesh. She didn’t resist when they yanked her upward, gasping as her tits breached the surface, sloshing water everywhere. A thick cock pressed against her ass without preamble, and her body welcomed it eagerly, hips rocking back on instinct. “Fuck yeah,” a rough voice growled behind her, and then she was *full*, stretched around him as he hammered into her. Her mind blanked, pleasure overriding every thought. All that mattered was the slap of skin, the way her tits swayed violently with each thrust, the slick sounds of her own dripping arousal mixing with the water. She babbled, drooling, nails scraping uselessly at the tub’s edge—no longer trapped by her body, but *owned* by it. ---

make her so big she cant fit through doors or anything and all thats left in her mind is lust and craving to fuck nonstop

--- The thrusts behind her grew rougher, deeper, and her tits *swelled* in response, flesh surging outward with a wet, obscene ripple. The tub groaned beneath her, porcelain creaking as her ass spread wider, thighs thickening until they overflowed the edges. Water sloshed onto the floor as her body expanded beyond containment, her mind dissolving into pure, animal need. “F-fuck,” the voice behind her rasped—but she barely heard it. Her hips rolled back greedily, chasing the stretch of his cock, her swollen cunt clenching around him in desperate pulses. The tub *cracked* under her weight, but she didn’t care. The walls of the bathroom pressed in, her tits mashing against the tile, her ass filling the doorway as she grew *bigger*, *heavier*, *needier*. Her fingers clawed at the walls, nails scraping uselessly as another orgasm tore through her, but she didn’t stop—*couldn’t*. The cock in her cunt wasn’t enough. She needed more. More hands, more mouths, more *everything*. A second man yanked her head back by the hair, shoving his length between her lips. She gagged, drooling, but her throat relaxed instantly, taking him deep as her body burned hotter, *wetter*, obscenely pliable. The doorframe splintered as her ass finally outgrew it, her back pressing into the hallway wall. She was stuck—too massive to move, too lost in pleasure to care—just a mindless, moaning monument to lust, waiting for the next cock to fill her. And they *would*. They always did.

The hallway couldn’t contain her. The walls groaned, plaster cracking as her body swelled further—hips spreading like molten wax, tits pressing hard enough to buckle the ceiling. She was a spectacle now, a fleshed-out altar of pure gluttony, every inch of her hypersensitive and gleaming with sweat. Men circled like vultures, hands and mouths worshiping the sheer *mass* of her. One buried himself between her thighs, tongue working her clit in rough, frantic strokes. Another latched onto a nipple, sucking hard enough to bruise, while a third mounted her from behind, cock plunging into her sopping cunt with a wet *slap*. She couldn’t even scream—just a choked, guttural moan as her body convulsed, milking them all at once. Her mind had shattered long ago; all that remained was the *taking*, the *filling*, the endless cycle of pleasure and demand. The house itself gave way, beams snapping under her weight as she spilled into the open air—but she barely noticed. The world was just another thing to fuck now. And she would. *Forever.*