Porky’s

The snow fell around me as I trudged through the thick drifts, looking for somewhere to eat. There was something about the festive period that made me feel both very hungry and very lonely. I was hoping to sate at least one of those needs today. I was a freelance designer by trade, and something about the smiling pig logo and the big, fat, jolly lettering drew me in from the freezing streets. Plus, pulled pork was my jam.

A bell jingled as I pushed open the wood-framed door and the wind howled in along with me, carrying flecks of snow as I slipped inside into the warmth. I was immediately enveloped in a comforting glow as the door shut behind me and the freezing outside world was kept at bay. It felt good, already cozy and safe. I stamped my boots on the carpet, before I heard a sweet voice greet me.

“Hey, welcome to Porky’s. I’m Anna, I’ll be your server today.”

I looked up to see a truly succulent sight. Anna, a cute brunette with pigtails, tight jeans, a sweet smile and a very prominent pair of breasts stuffed into a white crop top was grinning at me. There was a hint of belly button visible, suggesting that her top was too small for her fat, round tits, and that turned me the hell on. I was already feeling better, but this was just fantastic.

“Hi Anna. It’s good to see a smiley face. I’m Dan.”

“Hey Dan. You look cold, let’s get you set up near the fire.”

I raised an eyebrow. This place had a fire? I made swift plans to never leave again.

I sat down in a nice booth with the fire to my left, warming me through and through, before taking off my jacket and scarf and sliding them in to my side.

“Just you today?” Anna asked, as I tried desperately to look at the menu and not at her gorgeous, full breasts that were straining her top just a little. I loved how rounded her curves were; they were the perfect tits.

“Yeah. It’s been a hell of year. Looking forward to spending some quality time along before heading back to the family.”

“Got it. So you don’t want to be bothered too much?”

She said it in a really genuine, kind way that showed understanding towards introverts like me, instead of being hurt and making it about her. Anna was someone who got customer service – she wasn’t digging for tips, she was just really good at her job.

“Actually you seem really great and I’d welcome the company.” I found myself saying, surprising myself more than anything else. I really thought I was going to sit alone and read, and yet here I was encouraging company like a sociable person. I mean, it didn’t hurt that Anna was strikingly pretty, seemed really nice and had a body to die for, but nevertheless. A Christmas miracle!

“Well why don’t you order what you want, I’ll bring it to you and I’ll spend my lunch break with you? I know it’s not very usual but it’s Christmas and I could do with a chat with someone nice. Whaddya say?”

I blinked. “Uh, yeah. That sounds real nice, actually. I’d love that.”

“Great. What’ll you have? May I recommend the pulled pork. I know it’s the obvious but there’s something in that sauce that…oh man, I’m drooling even thinking about it.”

“I know the feeling.” I said, in my out loud, real person voice, before realizing that I had absolutely meant to think that and not say it. I was looking at Anna while I said it. She blushed, deeply and cutely, a huge smile spreading across her face.

“Well now, I’ll fetch you a soda and be back with your food.” She grinned, still pink around the face, and turned, her wonderful breasts jiggling slightly as she moved, to display a beautiful ass packed into some tight, figure-hugging jeans. Trying desperately not to stare as she walked away, I sat back in my both, feeling the warmth of the fire on my body, and couldn’t wipe the grin off my face.

**

“One for you, and one for me.” Anna smiled, placing down a huge pulled pork burger with fries in front of me, and the same for herself.

“You’re gonna love it.” She smiled, taking her burger in both hands, and raising it up to her mouth to take a massive bite.

I raised mine in response, gave her a big smile, and took a bite. The crispness of the brioche bun combined with the gentle, soft chew of the pulled pork, not to mention the sharp acid of the pickle all combined with myriad other flavors to set my mouth on fire with sensations. My taste buds were exploding with delight as the hot food hit my mouth, then throat, then slid down towards my belly. It was exactly, 100% what the doctor ordered, and I could feel my entire being swelling with joy and comfort as I chewed.

Anna was watching my expression of beatific rapture with a big smile on her face. “I love watching people eat great food. It’s like I’m eating it myself. Which in this case, I am!” She chuckled at her own words, and took another huge bite. Sauce dripped down off her fingers and threatened to slide down her arms to rest on her large boobs. I tried not to look, but they were just so gorgeous and full, swelling up and down with each breath they took. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to fill my palms with their soft goodness…

I blinked, almost stopping chewing. It couldn’t be. I went back to my burger, taking another bite, not wanting to stop or even delve into the fries, I was having such a great time with it. I had to be mistaken. What I was thinking wasn’t even remotely possible.

I swallowed another bite, then looked up to see Anna looking down for a moment at her food. I risked another glance, looking at her chest. I couldn’t believe it, but I also couldn’t deny what I was seeing. Anna’s breasts – already so large and round and perfect – appeared to be getting bigger.

I could only look for a few seconds, in case Anna looked up and noticed me staring at her, but I could see her tight t-shirt stretching out over her large boobs, but also, as it adjusted itself with every breath she took, when she breathed out and her chest was supposed to deflate to the size it was before, her tits appeared to remain just that bit larger than they were before. I didn’t make any sense, and I had to question what I was seeing because it was patently insane, but her boobs definitely looked bigger. I could see the fabric stretching, see the large bra cups containing those wonderful mounds slowly becoming tighter and more strained as the tits within expanded. It was an incredible sight to see.

“Got something to say?” I heard Anna’s voice as if from far away, but immediately knew I’d been busted. So stupid. The first person who was nice to me in weeks and I blow it by fantasizing over her tits being bigger, of all things. As if they weren’t big enough in the first place! What a gross idiot.

“I…I’m…I don’t…” Smooth moves, dickhead. I wasn’t able to do anything other than stammer and grow red in the face as I looked down at my burger.

“Hey, were you looking at my tits?” It was so hard to know what the tone of that voice meant. It was quiet and low, and I had to assume was the precursor to a big slap in the face, literal or otherwise.

“Look at me, Dan. Were you looking at my tits?”

I forced myself to drag my face upwards to the person in front of me. I had to at least face the music. I looked up to see Anna smiling at me, the burger back on the plate. I didn’t dare look down at her breasts again, but I didn’t need to. Even in my peripheral vision I could tell they were larger again. Much larger.

“I can’t believe you’d do that. What a pig. A big. Pig.”

While saying this, Anna was smiling, but it wasn’t a smile of joy, it was a naughty, sultry, seductive smile, and as she said “big” she arched her back, thrusting her already considerably oversized breasts out, making them look even larger. I didn’t dare look. Whatever game was being played here, I was confused, but surely wasn’t supposed to look again. Or was I? I was getting so horny and flustered it was hard to tell.

“What, I’m not good enough for you all of a sudden? I thought you liked looking at my tits?”

I looked down at my burger, confused and sad at myself for fucking this up so badly.

I felt a hand reach out to me from across the table.

“Hey. I’m fucking with you. I know you were looking at my tits, but in this case, they were growing bigger as you sat there, so that’s kind of a one-off case. Don’t do it normally, but I’m giving you permission here. My tits are incredible, and in this one instance, I want you to look at them, and I want you to appreciate how fucking delicious they are. I may also want your dick between them, depending on how large you get.”

“Huh?” I could only manage a vague, dumb sound before I realized that my jeans were super tight. This was understandable, given I had a massive boner from the incredibly hot interaction that was going on in front of me, but then I realized they were really tight. Tighter than they had any right to be.

Anna watched me fidget in my seat and bit her lower lip in what was clearly a sign of deep arousal.

“Yeah, grow that big dick for me, Dan.” She purred, taking another huge bite of burger, juice dripping down her arms and onto her shelf of tit, which was jutting out beneath her, swelling larger with each passing second. “I like big boys. Are you a big boy?”

I grimaced with confusion and a little bit of delight as I reached down into my pants and rearranged my rock hard cock. I was shocked to find it was considerably larger than I remembered, and I already had a decent sized cock. Now it was definitely huge, veiny and throbbing and ready to go. I took another big bite of the burger, and chewed, starting to smile. I had the measure of this strange restaurant and this strange server, and it was time to have fun.

I looked down at her tits, bulging and huge in her top, and got my fill. I could see her looking at me, as I ogled her massive rack, as juice and sauce began to drip down onto her now-massive cleavage. Her breasts, which at the start must have been solid 32Ds, were now approaching the size of large melons, stuffed into that too-small top. Her bra cups were struggling and straining to contain her massive mams, which were ballooning bigger and bigger with every chew and swallow. My eyes flicked up to Anna’s face to see a look of deep, primal arousal on her as she grew bigger and bigger.

“This is my favorite part.” She smiled, taking one more big bite of the burger, and then arching her back to put full strain on her poor bra. With a popping of metal, the clasps on the back audibly burst, and her bra popped open, her huge boobs now massive and unsupported, swelling and growing all the more on her slim frame. Her bra cups lay stuffed against the wall of her t-shirt, as if her boobs were pressed against glass, the bra splatting up against it. I was suddenly struck with the image of her on a glass table, spreading her huge tits down upon it, with me beneath, seeing their massive, fleshy bulk spreading out in all their monstrous, pink glory.

“Oh yeah, baby.” I smiled to myself, embracing the role I’d had bestowed upon me, determined to wring the most enjoyment out of this incredibly sexy scenario that Anna had invited me into. She was so big now – I’d never seen anyone with breasts this size. And they were still growing.

“You like that?” She responded, finishing off her burger with a huge bite, getting sauce all over her hands. She crammed it into her mouth, the greed and animal lust I was getting off her sending me wild with desire. She chewed and swallowed, then let out a huge burp, her breast shaking as she did so.

She sat back and watched me finish mine, her breasts slowly expanding the whole time. It was hard to concentrate on my meal as she consistently ballooned larger in front of me. Her breasts looked so huge and heavy on that increasingly tiny-seeming frame, as her tits dwarfed all else. They bulged forwards, and then started to swing lower as their sheer size and bulk spread towards the table.

“I like it when I have to rest them on here.” She purred, lifting her massive jugs and dropping them down on the table, where the landed with a fleshy splat. “I bet you’re almost big enough for me now.”

I squirmed awkwardly in my seat, my cock tenting my pants like a flagpole. “I’d be very surprised if I wasn’t.” I grunted, feeling the tip of my colossal dick hitting the base of the table. I was enormous. I suspect she’d underestimated how big I was to start with.

“Then step into my office.” She grinned, hauling herself upright, her titanic tits swaying and wobbling as she dragged her heavy form to her feet. “Ooof, I’m even bigger than I expected. I this is gonna be good.”

I slid along to the end of the booth, my dick to large to be able to stand up inside it, and popped out at the end. As I did so, Anna looked down at my giant cock and her eyes lit up with greed.

“Oh I did, make a good choice.” She smiled, lustily, then grabbed me by the end of my dick and led me upstairs. I was almost whimpering with arousal by this stage, excited to see what ending Anna had in store.

I was dragged into her office, her tits barely fitting through the narrow doorframe, whereupon Anna locked the door and slid the key between her now preposterous tits. They were so huge, almost twice the size of her head, and took my most of her torso. She looked like a cartoon. I was so turned on I didn’t know what to do with myself.

“So I appear to have overdone the strength of the sauce, meaning we’d better hurry before I get too big to move. You might end up with a bit of an anaconda too, but don’t worry – it’ll wear off after a while.”

I didn’t know what to make of that, but I didn’t need to think for long, because Anna threw herself at me, pressing herself into me, mashing her giant tits against me. They felt like big, fleshy beanbags, all huge and soft and gorgeous, and I caressed and luxuriated in their scale and gloriousness, running my hands all over their impossible bulk before moving around to her ass.

“Oh yeah, that’s huge too.” She purred between kisses, as I reached down to feel her ass – and met it far sooner than I had expected. I hadn’t noticed while she’d been leading me up to her office – I was a little distracted – but holy shit her ass was huge! Her jeans were stuffed beyond capacity, and there was no way she could have ever put them on at the size she was now. But having grown into them she now had these painted on pants that showcased every inch of her incredible size and insanely huge butt, where every stich and seam looked like it could burst apart at any moment.

“God I’m big.” She moaned as I ran my hands all over her shuddering, wobbling butt, that was somehow still expanding out as I slapped it and felt it jiggle.

“Oh fuck yeah.” Anna groaned as I slapped her giant ass, loving how huge it felt and how much it moved. Her tits were so enormous now they were a physical obstruction between us, taking up her entire torso, many times bigger than her head.

“I want you inside me.” Anna gasped, turning and leaning over her desk. She leant down as far as she could (which wasn’t too far, before her tits took up the entire space between) and stuck her butt in the air, at which point her poor jeans simply burst apart, her massive ass and thick thighs spreading out, glorious and giant and huge.

I wasted no time at all in taking off my shows and pants, and gasped to myself as I unfurled my new, stupendously big cock. It was at least a foot long, giant and veiny and powerful, and I was momentarily in awe of how massive it was.

“What are you waiting for? Fuck me!” Came the order from Anna, who was now entirely supposed by the huge pile of flesh that constituted her breasts. Her tits were so massive it was as if she had two beach balls that she was bouncing on, her body at 90 degrees to me, her dripping cunt waiting to be fucked.

I stepped towards her, and prepared to slide my giant dick inside her. It was almost tough going, but she was so wet that even my massive cock was able to just about get into that tight, wet cunt.

“Oh fuck!” She cried, as I penetrated her right up to the hilt, my huge, swollen balls slapping against her indescribably massive ass and thighs.

It didn’t take long after that. It couldn’t. We were both so insanely pumped up and turned on that the thrusting soon led to gasping and fondling each other’s massive parts – I particularly enjoyed feeling the sheer width of Anna’s boobs as they spread out over the desk, taking up almost all of it with their impossible, fleshy bulk – and then were fucking and gasping and thrusting and tightening and then we both came, almost exactly at the same time.

I came just before Anna did, but the tightening, throbbing pulse of my cock as I prepared to ejaculate sent her over the edge, even as she rose higher on a tide of impossible breast flesh, and I fired bolts of hot, thick cum into her dripping cunt as it clenched and pulsed with pleasure, her own orgasm seeming as world-shattering as mine.

After much moaning and gasping, we were both finally done, and I extricated myself away from her giant ass, falling back onto the couch as I admired this pumped up, overinflated sex doll of a woman, with an hourglass figure that put normal hourglasses to shame, slumped over her desk, stuffed full of cum, resting on breasts that now resembled small bean bags.

“Fuck.” I panted, not able to think or need to say anything else.

“Fuck.” She responded, wiping a sweaty trail of hair from her forehead.

“We’re doing that again.” Was all she managed.

I nodded.

“I’m free until Christmas.” I managed, after a few deep breaths.

“That’s good.” She panted, and I could hear the smile on her face even though I couldn’t see it.

“That’s very good indeed.”