As Jonathan opened the front door to his modest house, the first thing he noticed was that the lights were off. Josie was always home before him, so it was strange for the house to be so dark.

He flicked on the light switch, but nothing happened. The power must have gone out. Jonathan sighed and shrugged off his coat, hanging it on a nearby hook.

As he pulled out his phone and turned on his flashlight, he stopped in his tracks. There was a huge foot filling the foyer, blocking his path. It was nearly as tall as Jonathan himself, and the man couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up inside him.

He heard a moan come from somewhere inside the house, a low, guttural sound that shook the walls and made the windows vibrate. Jonathan felt his heart rate increase as he cautiously approached the massive appendage.

As he got closer, he recognized the familiar pink nail polish that Josie always wore. His mind was racing with possibilities. What was going on? Had Josie somehow grown?

Another moan echoed through the house, and Jonathan saw something that made goosebumps prickle over his skin. The foot was getting bigger! He watched in awe as it expanded, slowly pulsing outward like a beating heart, growing bigger and bigger with each passing second.

"Josie!" Jonathan shouted, trying to get his wife's attention. "What's going on?"

But there was no response. Another moan came from somewhere deeper inside the house, and Jonathan heard the sound of something wet squelching. He could smell the scent of sex, thick and pungent in the air.

As the foot continued to grow, Jonathan nervously inched around it, his heart pounding in his chest. The foot was attached to a similarly gigantic leg, and as he crept down the dim and crowded hallway, he saw that Josie's calves had not only grown, but they were thicker and more muscular than before. Whatever was happening to his wife, it was changing more than just her height.

The moaning continued as Jonathan made his way through the house, and he could see scrapes and scratches on the walls where Josie's giant body must have knocked against them. Her growth had clearly taken place over time, and Jonathan couldn't help but wonder what had happened to make her so big. She hadn't called or texted him, and he couldn't remember anything strange happening that morning.

Suddenly, Jonathan recalled a strange conversation he'd had with Josie just before he left for work. She had mentioned that she was feeling a little bit under the weather, but she insisted that she was fine enough to go to work.

"It's probably just a cold," she had said. "Don't worry about me."

But now that Jonathan thought about it, there had been something different in her voice. It was huskier, deeper than usual, and her skin had been flushed pink. He had noticed that she had been sweating a lot, even though it was chilly in the house.

As Jonathan made his way deeper into the house, he felt a warm draft on his face. Josie's breath was hot and humid, like the air inside a greenhouse. As he passed the kitchen, he saw that the room was completely destroyed. The cabinets were open and empty, their doors torn from their hinges. Empty boxes and cans littered the floor, along with piles of discarded wrappers and bags. Clearly, Josie's appetite had grown with her size, and she had been feasting on whatever she could get her hands on.

Lying strewn amongst the refuse, Jonathan saw the shredded remains of Josie's clothing. Instead of pants and a shirt, there were only scraps of denim and overstretched cotton. Her bra and panties were in tatters, and even her shoes had been torn apart, reduced to nothing but bits of rubber and leather. Looking up, Jonathan saw a giant dent in the ceiling above, where Josie must have banged her head against it at some point.

Finally, Jonathan reached the bedroom, and his heart nearly stopped as he saw that Josie filled the entire room and then some. She was naked, of course, and her head and shoulders had broken through the ceiling, hiding her face from view. She was sitting on the bed (what was left of it) and Jonathan could just barely make out the crushed remains of the bedframe underneath her enormous butt. Her breasts were enormous, each one nearly as big as a boulder, and even if she were her normal size, they would have been bigger than any tits he had ever seen.

As Jonathan stared in awe, he heard Josie's voice echo through the room.

"Oh god, Jonathan...is that you? I can smell you from here..."

Her voice was deep and sultry, and Jonathan saw one of her enormous nipples stiffen as she spoke. She was still growing, he realized, and he could see the way she swelled bigger with each word she spoke.

"What's going on?" he asked, his voice trembling.

"I'm growing," Josie replied, her voice a low growl. "It started this morning. I woke up so hungry...I ate everything in the house, but it wasn't enough. And as I was eating, my body started to change. My boobs, Jonathan...they're so big now..."

Josie moaned as she fondled her gigantic breasts, rubbing her massive nipple with her thumb. Jonathan watched as they grew even bigger, the nipples darkening and elongating as she teased them, until they were each the size of footballs.

"We need to get help," Jonathan said, his voice rising with panic. "You need to stop growing!"

"No..." Josie moaned, her voice thick with desire. "I like it. I feel so good, Jonathan...it feels so good to grow big..."

As Jonathan watched in horror, Josie began to move her hands lower, her fingers caressing her enormous belly and then moving down to the soft mound between her thighs. Jonathan heard the wet squelch of her pussy as she began to rub herself, and he could see the glistening moisture covering her fingers.

Josie let out a low moan as she played with her pussy, her whole body rocking back and forth as she pleasured herself. Jonathan couldn't tear his eyes away from her, even as he heard the sound of the ceiling cracking and splintering above him. Josie was growing faster now, her body swelling with each passing second, and Jonathan knew that there was no stopping her.

"Ohhhh fuck, Jonathan," Josie groaned, her voice deep and throaty. "It feels so good...my pussy is so big...so wet...I want you to fuck me, Jonathan...I want you to fuck my giant pussy..."

Jonathan swallowed hard, knowing what she was planning. He contemplated running, betting that he could escape before she could catch him, but as he turned to run, Josie's giant hand shot out and grabbed him. Her fingers were so big now that they wrapped around his entire torso, and he felt his feet leave the ground as she brought him to her waiting, hungry pussy.

The smell of her sex was overwhelming, and Jonathan could feel himself trembling as he looked at her enormous cunt, dripping and pulsing with desire. She was so wet that her juices were running down the insides of her thighs, and as Jonathan opened his mouth to scream, Josie shoved his head into her pussy, forcing his face into her dripping folds.

Jonathan could barely breathe as Josie held him close, his head and shoulders buried deep inside her. He could feel her pussy clenching and pulsing around him, and with every throb of her heartbeat, he felt the walls of her vagina expanding bigger.

"Ohhhh yes, Jonathan...eat my pussy...it's growing bigger for you...just like the rest of me..."

Jonathan struggled to free himself, but as he thrashed against her grip, Josie's moans grew louder as her growth sped up. Even though he was suffocating, Jonathan could hear the sound of Josie's body growing taller and wider, breaking through the walls and ceiling of their house and spreading out into the night.

Soon, Josie's moans grew louder and louder, and Jonathan felt her pussy tighten around him, her body shuddering with orgasm. As she came, she released her grip on him, and Jonathan squirted out of her pussy with a wet splash, landing in a puddle on the ground below.

He lay there for a moment in the rubble of their destroyed house, coughing and gasping for breath. As he slowly recovered, he heard Josie's voice, loud and clear in the night air.

"Oh, Jonathan...you made me feel so good. Can you imagine how big I'm going to get when I have another orgasm? I can't wait..."

Jonathan shivered as he saw Josie's tremendous hand return to her monstrously huge pussy, rubbing and fingering herself with a hunger and desire that seemed insatiable. As her moans echoed through the air, Jonathan heard the sound of Josie's body growing bigger and bigger, the creaking and burbling of thousands of pounds of flesh filling and inflating her colossal frame.

As Jonathan turned to run, he heard Josie's voice once more.

"Yes, Jonathan...run while you can...because wherever you go, I'll be there soon..."

And with that, Jonathan heard the sound of Josie's enormous legs grow and lengthen, each foot crashing into the rest of their house and flattening it like a bug beneath her heel. He ran as fast as he could, but as he looked back, he saw that Josie's face was rising higher and higher in the sky, her eyes gleaming with lust and her lips curled in a cruel smile.