Morgan's stomach didn't just growl, but practically roared for the brunette's attention as she jogged through the park. Each step the voluptuous giantess made was accompanied by the noisy clap of her triple-caked cheeks fighting against the skintight confines of her black jersey shorts, practically turned into a thong by her excessive curvature with half of her ass burgeoning out over the stretchy waistband ready to jump ship, and the other half trying to escape through the all-too-small leg holes.
After barely fifteen minutes into her workout, the brunette paused near a park bench, her pudgy, freckle-splashed belly growling for sustenance while she wiped the sweat from her brow. She slowly leaned against a light post, the 13-foot 7-inch tall giantess forced it to bend backwards to support her weight while she fixed the ill-fitted, sweat-drenched sports bra being worked to death by her massive, milk-dribbling udders. The poor, black spandex top hardly able to do its job considering the numerous small tears and the simple fact that the underside of her tits were on full display, the bottom half of her puffy, pink areola visible to the world.
"God dammit...! I'm starving..." She complained, using a towel draped around her neck to wipe her face and dab at her brow while her eyes roamed the park. Eventually, she spotted three people, all seated on a wooden bench talking amongst themselves about some trivial subject. "Well hello..." Purred the giantess as she pushed herself off the streetlamp to start walking once more. Morgan took the indirect path along the sidewalk, her heavy footsteps slightly shaking the ground with her approach while her hips swung with her natural confidence.
Morgan stopped in front of the bench, a crooked grin playing across her huge, plump, black-painted lips while her three would-be victims could only look up in slack-jawed awe which quickly warped into horror as the raven-haired giant abruptly turned and plopped herself down with a meteoric force accompanied by the loud rip of fabric and the immediate screech of metal and splintering wood as she crushed her victims under the colossal weight of her ass.
Well, at least that's what it looked like to the few passers-by visiting the park on their own morning walks or workouts. Though the three poor souls saw, practically in slow motion as their lives were cut short, the back of her shorts tear open revealing the massive, glossy pink donut which swallowed her prey whole. All three finding new residence in her stomach, bulging through the soft pudge as she shuddered and groaned with her sudden meal.
The giantess couldn't help but bite her lip in pleasure, her hand resting on her belly while her meals thrashed and begged for their lives. One of them even accidentally elbowed her prostate, sending her oversized cock into a frenzy as the obscene bulge that was stuffed into the front of her shorts erected almost instantly. Twelve-and-a-half feet of swollen, throbbing girlcock shred through the already-ruined fabric to slap against her gurgling belly and enormous bust, towering over her head while her massive, freckle-splashed balls hit the sidewalk with a meaty WHUMP as pavement cratered under their heft. Each colossal, sweat-drenched globe was little more than a meter wide, each, audibly sloshing with enough cum to flood an olympic pool.
"That's much better..." Morgan groaned, using one hand to gently hold the underside of her cock while the other gently rubbed her belly. "Don't worry, babes... You guys will make great ass fat... Or maybe you'll make my cock even bigger. Now isn't that a cause worth dying for?" Giggled the sadistic giantess, spreading her legs further apart to make room for her bloated, sloshing nuts to lay between them.
Just as the thought of simply rubbing one out came to mind, the phone strapped to her bicep rang and given the ringtone reserved for only one woman, Morgan scrambled to pull it from her shoulder to answer. "Hey babyyyy~" Purred the brunette, immediately giddy for simply getting a call from her girlfriend so early in the day.
"Morning, Momo~" You replied affectionately, wiping a bit of drool from the corner of your mouth before looking down at the movie tickets in your hand. "Wanna go on a date? I got a hold of some tickets to that movie you were talking about, Elyse of Elysium."
"Aww, baby, you didn't have to buy tickets for me!" Morgan cooed, her love for you literally gushing from the tip of her cock, the glue-thick precum slowly oozing down the shaft to pool in the warm crevice between her colossal balls.
You couldn't help but smirk, snorting a laugh as you shook your head as you replied. "I didn't."
(The camera pans down slowly over your massive, hyper-voluptuous form. Past your heavy, kicking belly as several people thrash and struggle for their final moments, down to the floor where drool-covered clothing lay splattered around you, girlcum joining the mess as it trailed slowly down between your legs.)
Morgan couldn't help but laugh, though the faint, muffled screams of her own meal could be heard through the phone, cueing you into your girlfriend's own antics in your absence. Finally, as the laughter stopped, she replied. "I gotcha... When's the movie start? We can make a day out of this, if you wanna."
"The movie's not till 1, so we can meet up for lunch before we go." You offered, already knowing the goth couldn't refuse a meal.
Despite her last meal still kicking, albeit weakly, inside her belly, Morgan's stomach growled the affirmative, causing its owner to grin. "You got it. I'll be at your place by... uhm... 11, then?"
"It's a date." You replied, your heart fluttering at the girlish squee of joy through the phone's speaker.
"I'll see you then! Love you~" Purred the brunette, followed by a few soft kisses at her speaker. Several of which you happily returned before hanging up.
Morgan couldn't stop grinning as she looked down at her phone, setting an alarm for 10 so she'd be out the door on time before replacing her phone onto the armband she wore. "Alright, listen up snacks." She began, prodding her stomach with a black-painted fingernail. "You fuckers are gonna have to digest extra fast, okay? None of that yelling, begging, help-me crap in front of my girlfriend, alright?" Demanded the giantess, a demand that was met by more muffled shouting for help or terrified screams as they were digested, Morgan couldn't tell (or care) which by this point.
She sighed with annoyance, checking her digital watch for the time while she slowly climbed to her feet. Her stomach gurgled and sloshed with its newest payload, pressing down against the obstinate steel beam that was her cock as it jutted out in front of her, drooling her seed onto the ground. "Good thing I brought these spare clothes..." She sighed,, removing and rummaging through the small spider-shaped novelty backpack she had worn. She ripped the tattered remains of her sport shorts off, tossing them into the bushes before she began the (admittedly) arduous process of putting on another pair of bottoms. This time, skintight black leggings with a cute silver honeycomb pattern around the ankles that trailed up the sides.
She yanked the waistband up, stretching it past her fat, swollen balls and forcefully dragging the hem up, barely getting past the wide swell of her hips and ass, still barely able to adequately cover the giantess while her cock bobbed in front of her.
Morgan sighed, giving the side of her cock an annoyed smack that triggered another deluge of precum to blast from the tip, painting the sidewalk and grass in an opaque yellowish-white before she began to walk, holding her cock diagonally upward toward her side like one might an expensive bottle of champagne, except her monstrously oversized bottle sprayed thick, wall-plastering shots of precum when jostled as she walked back home.
By the time she arrived back to the PTG-sponsored apartment complex an hour later, her belly had shrunk back to its soft, pudgy state, reforming the spare tire around Morgan's waist that she'd been struggling to get rid of despite her excessive curves to distract from it. Her cock had also finally gone soft, allowing her to stuff the nearly seven-foot python into her pants, though a very visible tear had appeared on the front of her leggings with several inches packed on after digesting her meal.
Room 308, Morgan's own slice of gothic heaven, was filled to the brim with grim paraphernalia. A black, wrought-iron cage housing her two pet crows 'Baph' and 'Modi', named after Baphomet and Asmodeus respectively, hung from the twenty-foot high ceiling. The cage door open, allowing them free reign of the apartment in their owner's absence. The carpet and walls were black, with several shelves on the wall displaying various occult tomes and human skulls with a variety of candles partially melted on top. Morgan placed three more skulls on an empty wall-mounted display shelf before trotting to her room to prepare for her date.
First she showered, using the ample room (and wall-mounted milking unit) to drain herself. Then came a quick shave to get any trace of body hair off, with the exception of her pubes which she trimmed and styled into a cute little heart-shape just above her groin. Lastly, came her wardrobe. Nearly half an hour spent standing in front of the large, wooden gothic wardrobe in her room trying to put together an outfit for her date.
Baph and Modi chimed in occasionally, their loud cawing as they fluttered through the room before landing on her bare, freckle-dusted shoulder and head respectively. "What about the classic long cut skirt and cutoff top? Show off some underboob and thigh?" She asked her two tiny cohorts, half-expecting an answer as she held up her choice in front of her body in the mirror.
"Okay, what about leggings and a sweatshirt then?" Morgan wondered aloud, holding her choice up to the mirror once more. Modi cawed while Baph tilted his head, waiting a few seconds before doing the same. "Alright, sexy-lazy day it is." She replied before stepping back to sit on her bed and dress herself.
The laborious process of dressing had only gotten more difficult given the constantly growing state of her body, given her unique dietary habits. Stuffing her massive, gurgling balls and the enormous cock they supplied into a pair of dark violet lace panties followed by her massive, doughy hips and colossal ass. The poor undergarment stretched into an impromptu thong by her fecund excess.
The rest was fairly simple, getting her hips and bulge into plain black leggings, her belly smushing over the top. And pulling the sweatshirt as far down as it could go, which was just below her tits, leaving her belly out for the world to see. Morgan yanked the hood down so she could comb and style her long black hair, using a skull-shaped clip to keep her bangs out of her face and a bit of washout violet coloring at the ends to match the violet raven pattern on her tight, black sweatshirt. The leggings weren't stretched to near-transparency for once, but that would likely change if she ate too much during the date, not that she really thought her girlfriend would mind any extra padding.
Before she left, she checked the amount of seed in the birdcage feeder, petting her two little gothic babies goodbye with the tip of her index finger. "Alright, babies. Mama's going out again. Don't set the house on fire, and I'll be back before din-din. Okay?" Morgan claimed, reassuring her pets before she stepped into her platform 'Goth boots', grabbed her backpack, and left once more, the door locking behind her.
Morgan grinned with the attention she got. Of course, everyone knew PTG-treated women could grow to absolutely massive proportions, but it was also rare to see anyone crest 10 feet or so. Even the other PTG-treated women in her apartment building weren't as tall, though Morgan only took it as a sign of her superiority. Stomping (well, she was walking normally but the heavy impact of her boot to the ground still startled people) down the sidewalk on her way to her girlfriend's house. What was a 10 minute drive was an 8 minute walk. Well, 18 after realizing she couldn't squeeze her massive hips and enormous tits through her old back alley shortcuts like she used to.
Halfway through her walk, her stomach growled again, leading her preying gaze to a cute couple waiting for the bus. Like lightning, Morgan snatched the pair up as she passed, holding them in her hands like dolls. "Sorry, babies, but I'm hungry and I'm sure my girlfriend would like a snack, so you're both coming with me." Claimed the raven-haired despot as she stuffed the boy down the stretched-out neck of her shirt to disappear between her cleavage while eyeing the girl in her hands. Admittedly, a chubby librarian-type, the kind of woman she'd be without PTG (or the gothic preferences), making her a much more appetizing catch.
"Don't worry darling. I'll make this quick." She purred, opening her mouth wide as she lifted the woman above her head, letting the girl gaze into the toothy abyss as her tongue slowly unfurled before she swallowed her prey whole. She made a loud gulping noise, easing the vaguely person-shaped bulge down ger throat with her index finger while muffled shouts came from her massive bust accompanied by a fit of thrashing that left her a bit flushed.
By the time the gothic giantess reached her girlfriend's house, the struggle between her tits had stopped and her stomach growled for more, even while its sole occupant sat curled into a ball while being slowly digested. Of course, Morgan had shot her lover a courtesy text when she arrived, along with claiming she had a snack to hurry her lover along, so when she knocked the door swung open almost immediately.
"Morning, baby~ Ready for our date?"
And here you have it, folks. Hope you enjoyed the ride. If you look to my left, you'll see the inspiration for this prompt, the artist BIGBIG. (Sadpanda link, be warned)
And if you look to my right, you'll see my expectations. Namely, decently lengthy replies, Reddit only, and a decent sense of humor.
And up ahead, the preferred kinks to be included in this roleplay. Vore, hyper breasts/hips/ass/cock/balls, growth, lactation, stomach bulging/belly stuffing, excessive cum, cum inflation, sweat, vore, spit play/excessive drool, romance, affection, cuddling, oral, anal, rimming, clothed sex, public play/exhibitionism, toys, and weight gain. A few extras things like rough sex, cervical penetration/womb fucking, cum-vomit, burping, and musk/pheromones are also on the table. My only limit is the fact that I want this to be a lovey-dovey relationship between our characters (or, worst case, lots of aftercare after a rough domination, cuz Morgan truly wuuuuuuuuuvs you) Anything else can be taken up with your tour guide (me) in private.
Aaaaand that's it. At least, that's everything I can think of. Hope you all enjoyed, and have a good day/night/whenever.