#sister rivalry

Casey looked into the front facing camera of Layla’s phone as it reflected the scene. Layla, a fruitful 18 years old and 8 years younger than her, was eating herself senseless during the quarantine months. Through some combination of willpower, hormones, and a home gym, Layla had been undergoing some serious development.

Casey was a worrywart, and found that the stress of keeping her job at the local clinic cut into her time to manage the brewing storm over at her apartment. She would feel weak on most days while Layla flourished. Whole day’s supplies of meals, down her endless throat. Supplements? All meant to maximize her growth. It became harder and harder to stop telling her to eat, and Casey wasn’t sure if she was imagining her sister’s already sizable figure transforming daily into…..this.

Layla took to borrowing her clothing, and with her gargantuan figure stretching her tights tautly around her ballooned bottom, she could see where those precious calories went. Thighs rapidly approaching the circumference of Casey’s torso, height pushing more inches every day, and breasts that are imposingly larger than her head. The “top” she’s wearing is a dress. Casey’s dress. Casey felt hot shame pooling in her eyes as a feeling of defeat washed over her. While her gargantuan sister adjusted herself in the reflective black mirror, Casey fought the feeling of arousal as her ears pricked up to hear the straining fabric against her sisters massive breasts.

She couldn’t help but feel responsible for everything that’s happening to her. An sensuous tingle begins forming down her back. As it travels down, she looks at Layla and stares directly at her chest. She feels a wetness start to form.

She can live to serve.