The Roommate

something with roommates where one of them grows slowly more voluptuous as well as taller, culmination in her being fed and worshiped by either her apartment or potentially the whole building, with allusions to her proportionally expanding libido! That last one was phenomenal, let’s see if you can’t go 2 for 2!

Mary, Jo, and Shannon met Anne on Craigslist. Their previous roommate in the gorgeous pre-war four-bedroom apartment in Brooklyn had finally given up on her acting dreams and moved back to Kansas, so they’d put an ad out and, after an interview, accepted the short, quiet Anne as the fourth roommate. She was new to the city, and told the girls she’d grown up in a small community in Maine, “no more than twelve families on the island at a time.” She smiled at them brightly as she explained that she was curious what city life was like – she’d never even had a drink before.

Mary and Jo took her under their wings. Both of them were reformed party girls, and had a good idea how to ease Anne into a more debauched lifestyle. However, things immediately deviated from the script when Anne straight-up chugged the first pint of beer they handed her, gave a dainty little burp, and asked what else they had. A shot of whiskey was followed by Anne chugging an entire bottle of scotch, then scarfing down every appetizer they had brought to the table. At the end of the evening, Anne was no more worse for wear than a firm potbelly, a mild buzz, and a slight stomach-ache.

Fascinated, Jo endeavored to find out what Anne’s limits were, as well as how she thought she could eat so much food. Anne just shrugged. “I don’t know; Mom never kept extra food around the house so I never got a chance to, um, pig out?” She patted her belly, stuffed to the brim with half a dozen large pizzas. “I like being this full, though it never seems to stick around.”

In truth, the weight did stick around, just not on Anne’s belly, and Jo helped Anne pick out new clothes as she rapidly outgrew her wardrobe. Over the course of the first three months she lived with them, Anne went from a 4′11″ waif to 5′6″ with a big bouncy pair of Ds and nice wide hips. Every time Jo helped her stuff herself up to a new plateau of fullness, her body translated it into making her bigger and sexier so she would have space for even more food and alcohol.

The city was also causing a major overhaul to Anne’s personality. When she’d arrived, she’d been quiet almost to the point of invisibility; now, she was growing more and more forward and lascivious. To no one’s surprise, Jo was the first to fall for her roommate’s new charms; one night, after the already-bisexual Jo was done helping to stuff ten boxes of twinkies into her growing roommate, she leaned in and kissed her. As she pulled back, blushing and stammering, Anne grabbed her and pulled her in for another long kiss, which quickly turned into a steamy makeout session in Jo’s twin-size bed.

“She’s helping put my hungry mouth to use,” Anne joked the next morning at the breakfast table, a line that just six months previously she wouldn’t have even understood.

With Jo under her spell, the growing girl seduced Mary and Shannon next, lounging around the apartment with her 5′11″ form wrapped in little more than her G-cup bra and a dental-floss thong. The previously-straight girls had to admit there was something just so arousing about how big and strong Anne was becoming, and were now happy to dedicate themselves to making sure she got as big and happy as possible.

From there, things began to spiral a little out of control. As she passed 6′, Anne moved her mattress into the common room, so that she’d always be at the center of attention from her three roommates and lovers. Jo had the bright idea to invite some of their neighbors over, to help satisfy the seemingly bottomless libido of their big, sexy roommate, and everyone else agreed. The first target was the quiet computer programmer across the hall, and once he got a look at Anne’s naked body, her watermelon-sized boobs fully presented, he was hooked for life.

The rest of the building was brought under control relatively easily after Anne seduced the super, who helped chase out a couple of residents whom Anne had a personal dislike for. Once that was done, they started knocking down walls so that Anne had plenty of room to grow.

And grow she did. With the attention (and incomes) from the entire apartment building feeding into her, Anne’s marathon feeding sessions ramped up, and soon she was over 9′ tall, an eating, sleeping, fucking machine, gluttony and sensuality personified.

“Well, girls, I’ve been your roommate now for a year,” she said to the three girls. “I think it’s worked out pretty well so far! Do you think we should renew the lease?” All three enthusiastically agreed, smiling sardonically at Anne’s joke. She smiled and pulled them into a big hug, mashing them into her enormous chest. “I love you guys.”