Megan's clothes from before lie discarded on the ground.....destroyed?

(This chapter originally by "IndianaJones393", edited for 3rd person format by me.)

The first thing John noticed upon entry is that Megan is nowhere to be seen. His eyes quickly scan around the room, searching for his friend and the source of the distress apparent in her voice. He'd been here once before, and glanced everywhere he thought she could be. Kitchenette, couch, living room, all come up empty. But then something else caught his eye instead.

A pile of clothing, including the sweater and jeans she was wearing earlier lies discarded on the carpet between him and the door to the bathroom. Or...at least what's left of them? He was unsure what to make of it, but it looks as if a bomb went off near them. Her green sweater has a huge tear across the entire front from top to bottom, and the sleeves are frayed to high heaven. The jeans he watched her sashay away in were in downright shreds. Pieces of fabric lay everywhere, not a single seam on the already strained garment remaining intact. It looked as if they had been pulled apart from the inside. He blushed for a moment, as he also noticed a discarded pair of panties, torn apart at each leg hole. He kicked those gently under the remainder of the pile, out of sight.

Still, where was Megan, and what was wrong? Where was she? Was she okay? And what was she doing running around naked? He saw the light on in Megan's bathroom, coming from under the door. That must be where Megan is. Walking quickly over to the door, he called out to his friend. "Megan, are you okay in there? What's going on?"

Her reply, high pitched and a bit frantic, comes immediately. "Wait! Don't open the door!" This does nothing to relieve his stress, but at least she sounds okay..ish. "Just...just talk to me. Please?"

"It's okay, I'm right here. Whats going on?"

"Oh John..." Megan sighs audibly. "Thanks. I can always rely on you. I didn't know who else to call." There's a brief pause before she continues, a bit calmer than before.

"You know how I was talking to you about those dreams I've been having? You know, the ones with us in them?"

John took a seat outside the door, resting his head against the wall. "Yeah, you mentioned them earlier. The ones where we're hanging out together. What about them?"

"Well, I...I wasn't completely honest with you when I said that. Yeah, we were hanging out, having fun, but...it was more than that. We were....we were....god this is crazy. I can't believe I'm telling you this." Her voice trailed off, dropping to barely a whisper.

"It's okay Megan. It's okay. I'm not going anywhere." John kept his voice as calm an reassuring as he possibly could. "What were we doing?"

"We were fucking!" Her voice surged loudly, smacking him in the ears with a sudden and surprising passion. "Everywhere! All over that house! My bed, the couch, in the shower. Each one was different but they never stopped. We were going at it like animals! And it was amazing!"

Her voice tremors as she says this, and he can hear her breath run ragged. "They were the wildest, kinkiest dreams I'd ever had. And that wasn't all. For some reason, in each and every one, I was fat!" He heard a soft moan as she spoke, and a suspicious noise that sounds an awful lot like she's begun playing with herself. "I know I'm not the skinniest chick anymore by a long shot, but I was even bigger than I am now. And I seemed to get bigger and bigger with each dream. The more we went at it, each time you'd fuck me senseless I'd get bigger, and bigger, and bigg--ohhhhhh!"

John couldn't believe his ears. Did she just...no. surely not. She didn't just cum thinking about that.

Megan's breathing is heavy now, and John lost all doubt about what had happened behind the door. Her panting slowly drops off slowly, before she resumes the conversation.

"It...it was bad when I got home this evening. When I met with you today, I couldn't have been happier. All I could think about was you and me, teasing you all the while I wanted to jump your bones. You have NO idea how much self restraint that took. When I left I couldn't stop picturing you mounting me, breeding me! And when I walked through the door it was like my perverted fantasies completely took over! I could feel us, together, making love, and then...this happened."

John hear the doorknob behind him jiggle and sprang to his feet. The door slowly opens and there is Megan, standing in front of John in an all too ill-fitting robe that does next to nothing to cover her.

John's jaw goes slack in a mixture of shock and awe. Megan is easily twice as heavy as when he saw her just a few hours ago. Her arms scrunched into the sleeves of the soft fabric as best they could. Breasts the size of large watermelons jutted proudly from her body, the two of them wider than she was entirely. Her long raven hair draped across their tops exotically, but not far enough to conceal her rose colored nipples. They sat on a large, globular belly which pushed out almost as far below them. Her massive torso was supported by thighs thicker than some trees, and her hips flared out wider still. Her form left no doubt as to the cause of the shredded garments behind him.

"I lost myself in that fantasy, and I felt this sudden tingling all over. I came so suddenly and so hard I lost balance, before I literally exploded out of my clothes."

Her voice started to tremble again, and her face was a strange mixture of fear and longing. " I don't know what's going on! I can't get you out of my head! I should be terrified, but I'm still too turned on to think straight. These thoughts of you, the thought of getting even bigger...I don't know what's coming over me."

Her face flushed again as she looked down embarrassed. He could see the dampness between her legs, Megan's body seemingly begging for him of its own accord.

"It's all I can do not to jump you right now. What do we do John?"

John's mind raced. There was just so much to take in. But finally, after an agonizing few seconds, he came up with a plan.