"I wrote this after a dream I had one night and couldn't get it out of my head. I wrote this for myself but hoping that others may enjoy it as well."
"Hey honey, welcome ho-!..." I greeted my wife as she came through the door from work but lost my train of thought as I saw how pale and miserable she looked.
"Damn, Danielle you look awful. Are you ok?" That probably wasn't the best way to phrase it but damage done.
"Ugh, no. Everything hurts. My chest burns and aches. My whole damn torso feels like it is being twisted from the inside out. I'm going to take a painkiller and go to bed," she muttered sounding exhausted.
This was very unlike her. Normally she avoids any painkillers like the plague unless she is on that time of the month or has a particularly killer hangover. "Alright, go get comfortable, or at least as best as you can. I'll bring some water for you once I get your stuff put away." Danielle nodded feebly and went into the master bedroom and shut the door behind her. After cleaning up and scrapping my cooking plans since she clearly was not in the mood to eat, I crept in with a glass of tap water and some Pepto-Bismol just in case.
Surprisingly though she was completely passed out and even snoring a bit. She must have been feeling really hot too as she was nearly completely out of the blankets and not wearing anything at all. Not uncommon for her to go topless but certainly bottomless is unlike Danielle. Even while sick though she is sexy as hell. At barely 5'6" Danielle is about average height for an American woman, but she is quite slim and muscled. About 120 pounds which is "fat" to her but thanks to her physically demanding job she has quite the muscles. Not going to lie those muscles are a major turn on to me. She's not bodybuilder level, not even close but basically any shirt she wears those sleeves struggle. And her back is so damn hot. Didn't know I was a back guy until I met her. Fellas, is it gay to love your muscled wife? Of course, all her working out and especially the workouts that focus on her butt has paid off. That ass of hers just pops out in all the right ways. When she wears thongs you can't even see the strip that resides in that lovely crevice. Danielle's boobs are nice little handfuls. A bit on the small side as they are B cups on a good day but those titties are super perky with cute pink nipples. Don't get me wrong, I wish they were bigger. I have always been a breast man but she can't do anything about that and I am definitely not telling my lovely wife that either. I'm no idiot.
As I looked at her sprawled out with her dirty blonde hair covering her face I swept her hair back behind her head so she would be less hot. Put a light sheet on top and kissed her goodnight. Well its 6:00 PM but close enough.
After fucking around for a few hours and being bored I called it a night myself and joined her in bed. I checked on her one last time and thought I saw some kind of a bulge in her sheets around her stomach but she was curled in the fetal position and not wanting to disturb her just left her alone.
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"Dean, Dean...DEAN!" Danielle was shouting and panicking. I leapt out of bed and ran around the king size mattress so I could be face to face and carry her out or whatever the fuck she needed.
"What baby, what is it? Do we need to go to the hospital?" I tried my best to say while sounding calm but she was quivering from how scared she was and I still didn't know what was going on.
"Something is wrong. My chest feels heavy and it is hard to breathe. I looked down and my tits, my fucking tits," she exclaimed, "they're fucking huge! What is going on why are they so big?! This is a dream, right??" What the fuck I'm thinking. That doesn't make any sense but I go to pull the sheets away and holy shit. She was right. Her boobs became enormous. Just last night they were still their perky peach sized selves and now they were each bigger than her head. My panic was quickly turning into lust despite my desire to be a comforting husband. I really don't know how it was possible either but if I could compare them to a pornstar they are closest to the size of Lucie Wilde's amazing rack. Actually, probably a good deal bigger. Maybe each tit was twice the size of her head? I don't think of any her clothes would fit over those. It took all of my willpower to not squeeze and slap them around a bit right then and there.
"Ok, yup, that's different. Umm, do you think we should go to the doctor? Make sure nothing worse happens?" (Haha, worse? That's a dream for me.)
"Why aren't you more upset!!" Danielle was pissed. I miscalculated the reaction I should have had.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just...don't know how to handle this or what to do. How does twenty pounds of boob grow overnight? Look, you said your stomach was in pain last night. How is it now?" I said while pressing my hand gently on her abdomen through the sheet. It was firm. My face twisted a bit in surprise.
