She’s not sure, but she decided to take a look.

With a letter knife and an envelope in hand, Melissa stopped as she looked towards the kitchen.

“Mike?” She called out to him expecting a quick response, but was only met with silence.

Concerned, Melissa put away her laptop along with the knife and mail, before standing up and walking to the kitchen.

“Is everything okay in... here?” She once again asked as she stepped through the entryway, only to be thrown off by an unusual site. Scattered across the floor were what seemed like bits and pieces off fabric, meanwhile Mike was standing by the kitchen counter completely topless, putting his natural bulging muscles and a rock hard six pack on full display, looking both confused and amazed as he held onto that unknown device.

“Um… care to explain what happened here?”

“Huh? OH I uuuu… y-you see.” Mike stammered as he frantically tried to give an explanation.

“Mike, what did you do?” Melissa slowly crossed her arms and started tapping her foot in irritated anticipation.

“Nothing! It’s just… I. Think… my shirt… fell apart?” He shrugged as he gave an awkward smile. The tapping suddenly stopped as Melissa suspiciously squinted at Mike. For a brief moment the silence deafen the room, only to be followed up by a tired sigh.

“That’s...unsurprising. I suppose we’ll just have to go clothes shopping. Again.” With a clear tone of defeat, Melissa looked down onto the floor examining the separate pieces of the once intact shirt, before looking up at Mike again. “Clean this up and then go put on a undershirt or something.” She unenthusiastically said before heading back to the living room. However as she did, she couldn’t help herself but think about what just happened, and on how odd it felt. Certain details feeling suddenly wrong for some reason. Like the fact that they went many times clothes shopping, but never had any issues with something like ill fitting clothing. The fact that Mikes clothes were about to rip apart, when she could have sworn that just mere moments ago they seemed completely fine... Or how she suddenly wasn’t able to recall his early growth spurt that got him so big in the first place.

These thoughts plagued her head all the way to the coffee table, only to be silenced by the sound of ripping fabric, when she bent over to pick up the mail again. She instantly jolted upright, her cheeks turning hot red as she slowly turned her head around, only to frown as she unceremoniously discovered a large tear mark on the back side of her yoga pants.

“Son of a-” Her merited frustration was quickly squelched however, as the hole started to tear further apart from her slowly growing ass. Her eyes widened in confusion as she watched the hole get progressively bigger from her gradually inflating buttocks and widening hips.

“Whu- what the-” As she tried to process what was happening, her sudden train of though was quickly broken by another sound of tearing fabric, forcing her to turn her head around and being greeted by a new, even larger tear mark on the chest of her t-shirt as her tits quickly filled out in size. Becoming fully distraught Melissa just stood there, unable to do anything but helplessly watch as more tears and holes started to pop-up, the seams becoming ever so thinner from Melissa’s increasingly ballooning assets, before finally-

*RIP*

As the several dozens of differently sized pieces of fabric started to flutter down to the floor, Melissa was left standing there in nothing but her favourite sky blue slingshot bikini and sky blue lace up platform heels. She fluttered her long, luscious eyelashes before looking down to her chest, watching as her round, melon sized knockers still softly bounced from the sudden cloth explosion.

“What. The Fuck.” She said out loud, completely stunned as she carefully picked one of the pieces that rested on top of her large bosoms with her absurdly long, squared nails. Their blue, glittery nail polish sparkling in the sunlight and perfectly matching her eyeshadows and lipstick on her big, juicy, dick sucking lips. She carefully examined the chunk, turning it back and forth with visible confusion before discarding it.

“WHY DID MY CLOTHES EXPLODE!?!?” She burst out as she looked around at the rest of the scattered fabric, completely unaware of her physical changes that turned her into a hourglassed bimbo. Melissa tucked away one of her long, smooth, blue hair locks behind her ear, trying to come to a reasonable explanation to all of this, when suddenly-

*RIP*

She jolted her head up and quickly turned around, her jaw immediately dropping as Mike stood in the kitchen entryway completely naked. However unlike before, the reason for his now shredded pants was much more obvious, as between his bulky, musclier legs stood a fully erect, 20 inch long cock. Melissa just stood there silently, her gaze fixated onto his twitching shaft, watching carefully as the thick veins lightly pulsed with each twitch. It was only when she looked up at Mike that she managed to snap out of it, seeing as Mike had a similar expression to hers as he stared at her body. She quickly closed her eyes and looked away, huffing slowly.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, NO! NO!! NO!!! This is not normal! This is not, FUCKING normal!” Melissa’s patience finally ran out as she now yelled, if not screamed in full exasperation.

“First your shirt falls apart for some reason, then MY clothes just decide to… self destruct, and now-” She paused, locking briefly with Mikes massive log again before forcing her eyes shut.

“Ugh!!! That’s it! We’re going shopping, right fucking now. Mike. Mike!”

Melissa quickly snapped her fingers, causing Mike to come back to his senses.

“Huh, w-what?” He stammered out as his dumbfounded expression disappeared.

“Go upstairs and put something on. We’re leaving in 20 minutes.”

“Yes, right away. Heh.”

Being finished, Melissa then turned around and headed to her bedroom, her melons and shelf like ass both bouncing as they swayed in tandem with each step of her incredible strut, all the while being accompanied by a very distinct click from her platform heels. However as she made her way upstairs, her annoyed demeanour quickly shifted, as she couldn’t stop thinking about Mike.

Or rather…. a certain part of him.

“He wasn’t always this big… right?” She nervously wondered as sensually bit against one of her long nails.