Something warm and sweet for little man

Aunt Jessica sits down in a leather armchair and crosses her legs modestly. She and everything in the living room continue to grow in size and mass. Aunt Jessica looks around and says: "Is it only me or do you look smaller than before?" I just shrug and shake my head. "Okey, well sit down, please." She says and still think something is going on.

I sit down on the living room sofa and I'm surprised when my feet begin to rise from the floor. I don't move them. Instead I move along with the growing sofa. My feet gradually lose contact with the floor as they can no longer reach it.

I raise my gaze, and the growing Aunt Jessica looks at me sternly. Both Aunt Jessica and her armchair are larger than before and I can see more of her cleavage than I could earlier. I suppose growing has the effect of making her look even more attractive without her realizing it. Or just being bigger than me make her not so strict.

I look at her an snap my fingers, and mod Aunt Jessica. She now sees me more as a young man than as a fully grown adult. Then I snap my fingers again, and Aunt Jessica no longer notices the changes in size around her or that she is bigger than me. She leans forward, bringing her larger upper body and boobies closer to me. I can smell her perfume, her breast sweat, and the warmth in the air caused by the constant growth.

Aunt Jessica clears her throat and says: "You think you can fool me but I know what you want."

I swallow nervously and ask: "What do you mean?"

Aunt Jessica sighs and absentmindedly swings one leg off the other. In doing so, she accidentally or perhaps intentionally reveals her purple silk panties while continuing to grow. The environment continues growing as well clothes and furniture creak, and wooden materials groan as they expand to larger size. Her new size.

Aunt Jessica replies: "Don't play dumb. I know exactly what you want."

I feel the pressure and remain silent. Then Aunt Jessica continues: "My....hot.....fresh... sweet... chocolate chip cookies."

For a moment I'm confused. Aunt Jessica stands up and heads into the kitchen with heavy, stomping footsteps. Good Lord, she's already so large that there seems to be more **** and mass behind every step she takes, I notice.

I hear the oven door open with CLANK* and the moment later close with CLONK*. The aroma of the chocolate chip cookies spreads through the kitchen, and soon the scent drifts into the living room and reaches me.

I find it amusing that even though Aunt Jessica is in the kitchen, the living room continues to grow. Soon, the larger and still-growing Aunt Jessica returns. She is carrying cookies larger than any I have ever seen. She holds them out to me.

"Here you go. Anything for my little man" Aunt Jessica says with her usual wide smile.