Evection Notice NSFW (Vore Version)

This is the vore version of the story that will be going on the premium gallery.

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 quivered as her body grew. Her clothing became tighter by the second, her shirt ripping apart as her leggings began to stretch. “Oh my god.”

Renolds looked up at her. “I want her out of my way now.”

The officer shook her head. “I umm.”

Martha bent down and picked up the officer, who was now a doll in her hands. “You thought you were going to arrest me?”

“No.”

Martha felt a hunger stir inside her. “I can’t let you or anyone else threaten my home.”

She slid the young officer into her mouth. “Mhhm.”

Renolds backed away. “Umm. Stop her.”

Martha smiled as her feet burst through her shoes.

“I don’t think so.” She reached out for Renolds, but he bolted behind the bulldozers. She felt her breasts begin to tingle. “My boobs. I can feel them starting to grow.”

Her bra tightened as her nipples hardened.

She looked down at the bulldozers. “I won’t let you destroy my home.” She was now a good fifty feet tall. Using her fist, she slammed down hard, denting the first vehicle.

The driver inside ran out, only for her to grab him. “Oh no, you don’t.” She raised him high over her head and dropped him down into her mouth.”

After she swallowed, she felt her breasts swell once more. She looked down at her boobs.  Each time I eat one of these jerks, my breasts grow. I could get used to this.

She stood back up, now one hundred feet tall. The other workers had run away by now. Martha took her frustration out on the remaining bulldozers, crushing them beneath her heels. Her bra and panties snapped off her massive body. Her bra flew and landed on a nearby skyscraper, wrapping around it. She took in deep breaths, sweat dripping down her skin. “Oh my god, I feel so good.”

She saw Renolds trying to scurry away. “Oh, now you don’t.” She reached out and plucked him up before he could reach his vehicle.

She then stood up, now a good two hundred feet tall and still growing.

“Put me down, you giant fool.”

She started at him with a raised eyebrow. “You have a problem with the new me?”

“No, I.”

She rolled her eyes. She didn’t want to listen to Renolds, so she raised him up to her mouth and slid him inside. Besides, she wanted some more giant boobs than she had. They are already the sizes of houses, but they needed to be larger. She swelled and felt her nipples harden once more as her breasts grew, her boobs touching her belly button. “Oh my, they are so big and sensitive now.”

Her growth finally came to an end. She looked out over the landscape with a massive smile on her face. “I must be a good five hundred feet tall.” She twirled around. “This is amazing. I love this feeling, being this big.”

Martha tripped over a skyscraper. “Oops.” She landed on her bouncy breasts. “Oh my god.” She squirmed as a wave of pleasure shot through her body. “That was so fun.” She pushed herself up and then rubbed her giant breasts against the town, slowly knocking building after building over. “It feels so nice.” She didn’t care that what she was doing to the city, only that she was pleasuring herself.

After a few minutes, she sat up and crossed her arms.

“Oh my. I do need to figure out what I am going to do, though. I need a place to live.” She looked around. “I am sure I can find someplace for a massive person like myself. Someplace with enough people around, so if I ever want even bigger boobs, I can have a little snack.”

Martha stood up and made her way into the sunset, looking for a new home.