Eviction Notice NSFW (BE version)

This is the more clothing ripping and breast expansion version that will be heading to the watcher only galley in a month.

Eviction Notice

Martha walked to her door as the doorbell rang. “Hold on, I am coming.” She tightened the belt on her robe as the water dripped off her pale body; she had just gotten out of the shower. The doorbell rang once more. “I am coming.” She lowered her voice. “Sheesh. Some people.”

Martha opened her heavy oak door to see a tall man in a dark suit. He nodded his pale head. “Good day Miss Tessmic.”

She tightened her robe, staring at him with her green eyes. “What do you want?”

He handed her a paper. “My name is Renolds, and I represent the Goodman Company. We are sorry to inform you that you will have to evacuate the premises by the end of the day.”

“What?” She straightened her long blonde hair.

“The Goodman Company has bought up all the property on this block.”

Martha formed her hand into a fist. “But I live here. You can’t just force me out.”

He held up his hands. “Look, lady, it is out of my hands. The bulldozers will be here tomorrow.” He turned around. “Look, I am sorry.”

“Go to hell.” She slammed the door on him.

Martha turned around and leaned against the door. “What am I going to do now? I don’t have the money to go anywhere else. My brothers hate my guts, and they are halfway across the country.” She sighed. “I would be lucky to get a room at a motel tonight. This is a nightmare.”

She slowly walked into the next room. “I guess I should try and see if I can find a place I can stay at for the next few days while I figure things out.”

Martha’s eyes fell on a strange box that was sitting on her countertop. “Where did that come from?”

She walked over and picked up the box. There was a label on it.  “To Martha. Inside is something that will help. From someone who cares.”

She opened the box and found a bunch of cookies inside. “That is strange.” She picked one of them up. “I wonder why someone would just send me a bunch of baked goods. Is this a joke? I am getting kicked out of my home.” Martha sighed. “Well, at least I have a nice little snack.”

She took a small bite out of one of the cookies.

“Mhmm.” Martha then set the box down and crossed her arms. “I need to focus. I need to get the essentials all in one place.” She held her hand to her head. “Ugh, my heart is racing all of a sudden.”

She reached out to steady herself. “My skin feels like rubber.” She placed her hand on the table and felt her fingers slide off the edge. “Ugh, I am slipping.”

Martha down and noticed the countertop was smaller than it had been a moment ago. “I grew.” She ran her fingers over her body, almost letting her robe drop to the floor. “I grew almost three feet.” She looked down at the box of cookies. “What did they do to me?”

She picked up the box. “I can’t believe this is real.” She looked around the room. “I wonder if this is permeant. I am barely going to be able to get my clothes on now. I better not take any more of these.” She set the box back down on the counter. “I wonder why anyone would send cookies that make me grow to me. How could these help me?”

Martha’s eyes widened. “Oh my. My troubles are over. If I eat these, I can chase those pesky home wreckers away tomorrow.” She picked up the box and kissed the side. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Martha headed up to her bedroom to get dressed for the day. “I will save the rest of you for tomorrow. Until then I have some shopping to do. I need some better fitting clothes in the meantime.”

***

The next day Martha awoke with a smile on her face.

She slowly swung her long legs off the bed and sat up as she looked at the cookie box on her dresser. “Good morning, my good luck charm.” She then stood up, her head hitting the ceiling.

“Oops. I forgot. I am a bit bigger than I used to be.”

She went to her dresser and put on the clothing that she bought the other day: a plain t-shirt that didn’t quite fit but covered her well enough and black leggings.

She then picked up the box, cradled it in her left elbow, and went downstairs.

As she reached the bottom step, Martha heard the doorbell ring. She slowly made her way over to the door, humming to herself.

When she opened the door, she saw the same man from yesterday, along with a young policewoman and half a dozen construction workers. The man in the suit scratched at his bald head. “Umm, it is time for you to leave the premises.”

Martha crossed her arms. “Sorry, but I am not going anywhere.”

“This officer will escort you off our property if need be. You have five minutes to get your things.” He closed the door in her face.

Martha sighed. “I am not going anywhere.” She opened the box of cookies. “And you are going to make sure of that.”

She walked into the living room and sat down.

“I need to play this right. I can’t just grow inside my house as then I will be trapped or worse, I might wreck the very thing I am trying to protect.”

She tapped her finger on her chin. “I can have the cookies as I leave the house, but how many should I eat?” Martha looked down at the box. Ten cookies were sitting in the container, one with a slight bite taken out of it. “That small bite made me grow about three feet, but there is no telling how big I will get from the rest of the cookie or rest.”

Martha sighed. “I want to defend my house but not become so big that I can’t fit inside it.

Ugh, I wish I knew more about this.”

There was a knock at her door. “Martha? It is time.

Don’t make us come in there.”

She picked up the box and headed for the door.

Before she opened it, she slipped the partially eaten cookie into her mouth.

When she opened the door, Renolds sighed. “Do you not have anything that you are bringing with you?”

Martha stepped out so she wasn’t standing under the doorframe, and then crossed her arms. “I am not going to let you take my home.”

Renolds. “Officer.

Can you take this trespasser away?”

Martha felt a strange sensation fill her body as the young officer reached out to cuff her. She watched as Renolds and the officer began to shrink before her eyes.

Renolds took a few steps back once he saw Martha starting to grow.

Renolds looked at the officer. “What are you doing? Cuff her.”

She looked at him with a dumbfounded look. “She is almost twice my size. What do you want me to do?”

Martha smiled as she grew, her shirt ripping off her body. She loved the way her body felt, the rubbery feeling in her skin, and the tearing of clothing fabric. Her feet burst through her shoes. “Ahh.”

The officer began to back away. “I don’t want any part of this. You are on your own.”

“Hey, get back here.” Renolds cried out.

Martha felt her bra tighten and her leggings tear as she passed over the roof of her house. “My nipples are so hard.” She looked down at the others as her growth came to an end. “Try and push me out now.”

Renolds clenched his fist as he turned around.

“Get rid of her.” He walked away. “We have a job to do.”

The bulldozers moved forward. Martha took a few steps and tried to stop them but even with all her new strength was still slowly pushed back. “Ugh. I am not big enough.” She looked around for the cookie box. “I need to grow more.”

She reached inside her house and pulled out the cookie box. Not wasting any time, she dropped the entire thing into her mouth. “Oh my.”

The growth happened immediately. Martha rocketed up, gaining feet by the second.

Her clothing exploded off her body. Her breasts tingled, growing at a faster rate than her body. “Ohh.” She giggled as she rubbed her massive sensitive breast, touching her hard nipples.

Martha then looked down at the toy construction vehicles. “Well, you are nothing to me now.” She stepped on the nearest bulldozer and laughed. “Not going to demolish my house now, are you?”

She noticed a small figure trying to run away. It was Renolds. She reached out with her massive hand. “Oh no, you don’t. I am not finished with you yet.” She picked him up, but he was hard to hold onto in her growing hand. “I will save you for later.” She slid him in between her massive breasts. “You should be safe in there as long as they don’t get too big.” She laughed as she jiggled her boobs.

She then stepped on the remaining construction vehicles. “Good riddance.”

Martha then bent down and gently picked up her house. “I am way too big to fit inside you now. But I still won’t let anyone hurt you.” She could fit her home in the palm of her hand. “I don’t know where I will keep you, though. I am getting so big. Will I ever stop growing?

Her question was answered as she felt her growth come to an end. She looked out over the landscape, able to see for miles. “Wow, I must be about six hundred feet tall or more.” She looked down at the house in her hand. “I think I know where I can keep you for now.”

She slid the house into her bosom, giggling as she did so. “That tickles.”

“Oh wait, I left Renolds down there as well.” She reached in between her giant breasts and fished Renolds out. He clung to her finger for dear life.

“Please let me down.”

“You need to do something for me first.”

“What?” He looked down over the edge of her finger. “Anything, anything.”

“Dissolve the Goodman Company.”

“I can’t do that.”

She shook her hand. “Ok, ok. I will do something.”

Martha smiled. “Ok. No more taking people’s homes.”

“Now put me down. I hate heights.”

She saw a nearby lake. “Oh, don’t worry. I will let you down.” She walked over and flung him into the lake. “Good riddance.”

Martha then turned around and jiggled her giant boobs. “I may be huge, but this isn’t that big of a problem. I will figure out what to do. Besides, I have these nice and huge babies now.” She smiled as she survived the landscape. “I just need to figure out where I am going to live now. I am sure I can find someplace for my giant self.”

Martha headed out, looking for a place to call her own.