(Content Tags: F/m, Growth, Implied Property Destruction)
“H-hey! Wait!” The attendant said, waving at Malcolm to stop.
“Oh, don’t worry! I’m getting everything safely to the side. Aurora is careful when she’s focused on something.”
Before any rebuttal, Aurora’s head had already popped through the door. During the confusion, she had already laid on the ground and begun to scooch her way into the now-open double doors of the barn. Determination in her face, she did her best, with all due credit, to avoid tearing the doors off their hinges with her body as she shimmied her way into a barely big enough door to fit her bulky outfit atop her already impressively tall frame.
The orchard attendant backed out of Aurora’s way as she made her way past the shocked woman, and Aurora turned to look at her, now finally on the same level.
“Thank you so much for this, I love the cider you make here!”
The attendant only stared at her, slack-jawed, and Aurora gave her a (comparatively) little wink and shimmied her way toward Malcolm, who was standing next to a massive vat. A valve stuck from the side, already dripping with some of the delicious cider. Aurora licked her lips as she got close to the spout.
“Ready?” Malcolm said, his hand already on the lever.
Aurora nodded and opened her mouth beneath the spout.
With a pull of the lever, a solid stream of cinnamon-spiced cider began to flow from the vat into Aurora’s hungry mouth. It didn’t fill as fast as one would think, it was more like filling a bathtub.
Malcolm watched in wonder, as he never really had a chance to be this close to Aurora’s face. She closed her lips around the spout, and Malcolm pulled his hand back as if out of worry he would be taken along. He watched as she closed her eyes, and looked as if she was savoring the flavor of the cider, before he heard, as far as he knew the first time, the sound of her swallowing. A slow, thoughtful gulp.
She did not stop, though.
He watched as Aurora drank, and drank, lost in her world by the looks of it. He heard a satisfied “mmmn” as she continued to drink the vat’s contents. His surprise was broken with the realization that something seemed off. She was getting bigger. Her expanding form started to go farther and farther out the door until the only parts of her that were inside the barn were from the waist up. The top of her head nudged him out of the way to come to rest on the wall closest to them.
Now, between Aurora’s cheek, and the vat, Malcolm marveled at her new size. She seemed unperturbed by any of this, lost in her little paradise of cinnamon and apple flavors. He wondered how much more she would even drink, or if the vat would simply run out before she outgrew the barn itself. He felt moved by this more vulnerable moment, even if she didn’t seem to realize that she was still growing. A hand reached out and stroked Aurora’s hair softly. A smile crossed Aurora’s lips as she swallowed another mouthful of cider, and the wood around the door began to crack.
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