No Shame in Size - Part 8 (Patreon)

Following last week's visit, Brie had resorted to staying indoors as much as possible. Doorways kept getting shorter, furniture shrank, his appetite continued to grow. Albeit; slower. The herculean cat had somehow… subconsciously slowed his everlasting expansion. 

He did love being big. Getting huge. Massive. 

Was there such a thing as “too massive”? An invisible border he had unknowingly crossed? Where tall turns into oversized; handsome muscles turn into frightening weapons? 

The way his friend looked at him recently awoke something repressed deep down in Brie’s memory - Owens eyes had whispered something. “You’re a freak. An intimidating monster.” 

The same kind of chatter he perceived before his ascent. You’re different.

Tonight, the bed groaned loudly with the slightest movement of its giant occupant. It surprisingly was still intact, the frame bent down the middle and almost touched the floor, where sprawling legs and paws resided. 

Until it didn’t. 

A loud -CRACK- followed the bed frame finally snapping under the almost one ton feline - who didn’t even register it. 

Brie was lost deeply in his dreams. Dreams that were almost akin to visions. What could be - if he stopped hiding and apologizing to no one in particular. 

He saw himself standing outdoors. Towering above everyone. He curiously peered through the third story window into his friend's city apartment - while the sound of stretching and ripping fabric echoed through the bedroom. The muscleman smiled and drooled, unconsciously feeling a familiar warm sensation course through every oversized fiber. Mmmhhhmm.

He saw himself addressing shrunken people who didn't even reach his knees - and he did not care what they might think of him. He was way above them. Above the chatter.

The dresser next to his bed groaned and cracked while massive arms rested on it. It’s biceps enlarging. The bone stretching. More.

“Yes…ZzZz.. more…zzZz…”, wet lips smacked while dozing. And more he got through this eventful night… 

He passed the 12 foot mark with surprising swiftness, this spurt proved itself to be one of the most potent yet. The trend was indisputable - his growth surges became more frequent and powerful with every single day.

His weight blew past the one ton mark. The tiny insecure feline transformed into a walking tower of bone and muscle in less than two months! The sleeping giant snickered at that revelation.

One thing would reveal itself as well - when Brie engaged in his size and indulged in it, his growth spurts became  faster, stronger and easier.  

He dreamed of his titanic self peering over the walls of a dam, just before accidentally knocking the minuscule concrete structure in…  as his paws took over more and more of the floor and his pecs rose higher and higher with every single breath he took… 

“hmm.. zZzz…Moar…! … yeah…… “