Well, Whatever I Guess, If He Likes It. Thought Diandra, Tugging The Dress With Difficulty Over Her Head.

‘Well, whatever I guess, if he likes it.’ thought Diandra, tugging the dress with difficulty over her head. She knew in her heart this was true, that she would do anything for Drake... even get bigger.

Her lips smiled as she thought about how much he would like it, imagining Drake’s strong hands pressing into her firm, enormous jugs. He would love it, and he would love her, yes.

She examined her mighty bustline and ass in the mirror. She was fucking perfection, and no one had a hope in catching Drake’s eye after he got a load of her like this.

Another set of lips began to show its pleasedness, and Diandra marvelled at the feeling as she ran a hand over her contoured ochre flesh, raising goosebumps of pleasure beneath her filed nails.

She had seen him when they had met up last weekend, eyeing up all the big girls. Well, now she was the bigger girl... But was she the biggest? For the first time since Diandra had took the pills, she was nervous. Was she enough woman for him? 

Her mind trailed back to when she had snooped through his phone, and over the pictures she had found there. Surely any of those big titted-and-bootied sluts would do anything for a man like Drake! Well, she would do better, she resolved, knocking back the rest of the bottle, ignoring all safety signs.

Meanwhile, Drake was on his way over to Diandra’s place, innocent of what was transpiring there, still combing his untameable hair. He had decided to bite the bullet and do it, to ask Diandra out. How many more excuses was he going to have to make to ‘meet up’ with her. Well, now he had found his guts, and held a swag of flowers he had picked from Mrs Henderson’s garden, though he wished momentarily that it was dutch courage instead. He turned the corner on to her street, and walked up to Diandra’s front door, rapping smartly. 

He noticed a curious shaking in the ground, and figured there must be roadworks nearby. After waiting a minute, he knew his courage was failing. He stepped off the porch and began to make his way round the side of the house to the back door, which he knew she always left unlocked, a nervous quickness in his step. The shuddering increased...

When Seamus O’ Flahherty bought his new wide lens, he was excited to test it out at the fashion show. Little did he know what the camera can add more than ten pounds... in all the right places.

Ted adjusted his camera again. Damn it, he had messed up the lighting... again! He scowled, suppressing a mutter, and once more focused his lens on the beautiful woman before him.

The light reflected perfectly over the bronze discs of her perfect backside. He gently moved forward, and the gentle clicking of the dials on the settings could be heard as he moved his fingers.

He shifted to the side, and bent lower once again. Why did he keep having to move? He just could not seem to get it right. She was standing perfectly still, right in the same place as she had been. He wondered if the gate had always been that low. It must be the shoes, he concluded. 

He took another step back, so as to take in the perfect glory of this curvaceous delight, then another... and another. His hands shifted the camera, and his gaze, upwards, following the tightening line of Gloria’s bathing costume. A slight crunching sound was emitted as she lent back, decimating the black high heels. She bent far enough for him to see her face, her lengthening blonde hair trailing well past her waist now. Her eyes were closed, and she let out a slight murmur of contentment as her feet were freed. The costume would soon follow.

Ted would regret his having been too stunned to switch the camera to record mode. He would not regret, however, sticking around for her. He heard the wood crunch as her fingers dug into the gate, now lowering below waist height, and she loosed a wail of pleasure as her costume exploded off her, catapulting right past Ted and almost knocking him out. She would be glad of his, or perhaps her luck soon, when she turned to find him staring up at her, open mouthed in awe. As she would bend down, an action made lengthier by her still increasing proportions, they would catch the arousal in one another’s eyes. 

Gloria made him set up the camera for what came next.

Well... There was only one way to get her to believe me. How was I meant to know that my ‘best’ friend would plaster this all over the net?

I panicked, ok? My boobs... they were just growing by the hour! I had gone through outfit after outfit, racing to shops in tightening shawls just to grab even bigger sizes! But then when I woke up the next day... Let’s just say bras had become dinky things of the past (and well my panties were soon to follow - not kidding, I was literally cutting them off with scissors when my butt just burst right out of them).

So I called Vivian. I had to. And then when she laughed at me, and even started getting irritable at my persistence... Well I had to do something!

She wasn’t going to believe pics... And so I sent her a video. By now the growth had accelerated, and you could actually see it happening there on camera! I was getting huge by this point, but then I guess you and the rest of the damn world probably know that already!

I won’t lie, growing feels good, and videoing it well... It made me feel a little dirty, in a good way. And then what does fucking Vivian do? She sees me hourglassing out, and uploads the fucking clip! Right there on her damn Tumblr! 

Of course, I had the original taken, and her blog was even banned, but come on, that shit was cloned and stored deep within hard drives in minutes of it hitting the net.

Like fricking wildfire, it spread faster than my cleavage and cheeks. Now, once again, I’ll admit... It doesn’t exactly displease me, imagining all of you... fantasising about me, in fact pretty much the opposite (Well I guess it’s kinda 2 way), but it’s not like I was 100% together at the time.

Of course, the press were all over it as soon as they got wind, and well, at least since I got the new curtains, they haven’t been able to get any snaps of my latest growth...

All I can say is... thank god for Kickstarter. At least I could get some clothes delivered. There were more than a few people wanting themselves delivered to my door too. I may take some of this new following up on that. In the mean time, thanks so much you guys for being my lifeline! I’ll make sure to post a thank you video for all you wonderful people soon.

Over and out! 

xxx

Ellie

xxx

P.s. Thanks to the sender of the tablet. The keyboard became unreachable a day and a half before it arrived. (don’t ya just luv that fast service! x)

P.p.s Did I mention how much I love you guys?? XXXXX <3

“Oh wow. My tits are growing so much for you. I wonder when they’ll stop” beamed Ashley, looking in the mirror. Her tits were so big now that you could see them from behind. You longed to bury your face in their growing expanse, to lick and taste the engorging, delectable nipples. She seemed to read you, and dropped her phone, strutting towards you in a sultry sashay. Her eyes seduced the very clothes from your body, and before you knew it you were naked, waiting for her swelling, nubile form to render her similarly nude. You heard stitch after stitch pop... It wouldn’t be long now.