Her stomach has, but she hasn't... yet

By the end of your fuck-fest, you're all pamting, and Jenna is groaning as she forces the last shot of your cum down her throat. Her stomach has bloated out, so far you'd think her to be pregnant, and you can't help but wonder how she isn't sick.

She pats her no longer flat tummy in delight. "Mm," she gurglea happily. "Your friends sure know how to please a woman."

You and your friends wait for the surely monumental growth to begin. One minute stretches into two, and before you know it, the afterglow is fading and still nothing has happened.

"Dude, what a let down," one of your friends, Aaron, groans. "Felt good to have a bj, though, so thanks for that I guess. Was really excited to see this hot little babe grow though."

You raise your eyebrow. You never thought Aaron of all people would be into giantesses, but everyone had their secrets. Though, you weren't sure how you felt with your wife being called a 'hot little thing'. They were only here to help you achieve your fantasies, not steal her away from you. She was your goddess to worship.

"Can we go home now?" Josh complained. Wordlessly you nod, glad that the others would be out of your way soon. One by one, they left, and then it was just you and Jenna. Alone.

She patted her stomach again. "Wow, honey, I didn't know you wanted me to grow that much," she grinned. "Still, you didn't want to get in on the action?"

You glance down at your still-raging hard-on. Right. You hadn't wanted to do it in front of your friends.

"That's okay, Eli," she murmurs, as she waddles by you. "We can finish you off in bed."