Scowling, Verity Clacked Down The Aisle, Fists Clenched. No, She Had Not Wanted To Try A Bloody Sample.

Scowling, Verity clacked down the aisle, fists clenched. No, she had not wanted to try a bloody sample. but that that hadn’t stopped Mr-Eager, had it?

She was already late to her meeting, and was just getting credit to top up her phone when, as she had rushed towards the automatic doors of the shop, she was accosted by a young man brandishing a spray bottle, asking if she’d like to try out his company’s latest product. 

Normally, she might have stopped, but not today. No way. Today she had an important meeting, and the last thing she wanted was to look frazzled from her rush. If she hurried now she would have two minutes to get there, just beond the other side of the shopping centre.

Her heels clicked quickly as she walked away with her purchase, frantically typing the code into her phone. As she completed the final digits, a sense of calm overcame her, and she breathed in deep.

A button popped off her shirt, but she didn’t look down. No one would notice, and besides, she probably looked better like that anyway. Smiling, she unzipped her unusually tight jacket, exposing the new round orbs poking against her blouse, musing that it was too hot anyway for it... or was that just her, in fact?

She was almost halfway there. She had lost three more buttons, and her rapidly expanding breasts were in the process of ripping through another, but she had gained an overwhelming sense of confidence, so it didn’t matter. She strode, straight backed and chest forward, making its way head of her by an ever increasing amount of inches as she slipped through cup sizes. Heads beside her bobbed in time with her jiggling chest as it spilled out beneath the confines of her now miniscule-looking bra, black silk peeking through her shirt and she stopped walking at the bottom of the escalator. 

As she rose slowly, she gave a sigh mingled with contentment and nervous excitement, putting a great rent in her bra as she shot past the D range. She could feel it, today was the start of something new, something big.

She felt a slightly uncomfortable tickle, layered over a wedge of pleasure that was spreading below. Odd, she was feeling really... sensitive. All the better she supposed, feeling the snugness of her panties as her ass began to expand. She felt something behind her, and saw a man move back, his face stark with surprise. She gave him a wink, and wiggled her bottom a little as she unconciously grew another few inches. Her hips began to flare out too, stretching the skirt even tighter. She felt a moistness form a trail down her thighs, and they pressed together, thickening as her panties assumed more the shape of a thong at this stage.

She got off the escalator, and stumbled for a moment on hips that were now wider than her shoulders, but strong, thick legs caught her and guided her powerfully across the remaining distance, assuming a brisk, sexy sashay.

It was an unusual day, but she felt marvellous, electric. Her clothes felt great against her skin, all tight and... getting tighter, something said in the back of her mind. She only smiled in well-being, eager to reach her destination as her form changed further. Sexier and sexier she grew, with full lips and a narrowing waist, trim and toned. She stretched her arms outwards, and felt her jacket begin to tear a little, as she began to get taller. 

Every step was a longer one, and the G-cup amazon halted her growth at six feet, with hair hanging down below her waist, covering the split in her skirt. Her ass was a tight, round, enormous cushion, tapering with thick thighs to her still dainty feet. She was a graceful hourglass, powerful and beautiful.

She walked through the doors of the building and towards the office. This was going to be good...

“Why hello there, Jones. I’ve been waiting a long time for this” purred a husky woman’s voice in the dark. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and my hand fell away from the broken lightswitch.

I licked my lips briefly, and paused, listening. I could hear a slow, deliberate clack-clacking, like someone walking in heels. It grew louder as they approached.

“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” she called again, Caribbean inflections echoing off the tall, metallic lab machines. I thought I could see a silhouette approaching darker than the blackness around me, but I could have been wrong. I nervously tugged my lab coat, and then balled my fists. 

I could feel the vibrations of each footstep as the figure loomed towards me. I called out “Who is that?”

A chuckle responded, sultry and dry. The footsteps stopped, and I could hear breathing close to me, a lightly laboured pant. I swung my fist out into the gloom, hitting nothing.

“What do you want?!” I yelled, backing further into the corner.

A soft sound was emitted by the voice, like a small sighing groan. A light flickered somewhere, and I was momentarily blinded.

Blinking furiously, I saw Trinity Foster, the head of lab, whom I had met twice before. I knew this from the nametag still hanging from the remnants of her lab coat. The thing looked to have been shredded, and the cause thereof was obvious. Her breasts ballooned before me, massive juggs in a too small DD bra. Her hair, normally kept in a bun, spilled out past her heavily made up eyes, on to her massive mammories, which poured out from their lacy confines, making the bra creak each time she moved. Her skirt had fared better in the comparative sense, having only been stretched skin tight by the voluminous hips, thighs, and ass that had bloomed from what I recalled to have been a flat surface. She was a cornucopia of curves; a bacchanal of bounty, at which I stood gaping, transfixed.

She stood before me, aware of her impressiveness, and leaned back against a machine, clicking her black high heeled boots together as she crossed her legs. She spread her arms, displaying the outer echelons of her magnificent rack, and moaned, “Why my dear, I thought it would be quite obvious by now. I want you.”

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“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.

And now you know why I never lower my webcam any further than that. Ah, but that’s not the end of the story. Want to know a secret? They can get... bigger.

How? Quite elementary, horny boy, you are the answer. Go on, start stroking ourself off while I explain, it always gets me horny, I even get wet imagining that. 

Ah, there you go, I love seeing how turned on you are. Masturbate for me, yes. Now, I’ll need you to stroke off for me this time, just so you can see it happen. Then you’ll always be ready when the time comes. Yes, keep stroking that big dick of yours, I bet it’s delicious...

Oh, well I might as well check yes... Mmm... Oh yes,  it is good isn’t it. My compliments to the chef. mmm, now don’t get distracted, just keeping jerking off for me. I want you to come all over my big titties, because... they’ll grow. 

You heard me right. Whenever you come al over these big boobs of mine, they’ll get larger and larger - every single time, and for every single drop. Mmm... I’m surprised you haven’t come just thinking about that yet mister, I know I have any times. 

Perhaps... but no.

Hmmm... Maybe you need a little help this time, ey? Ah, I thought that might be the case! Well, then don’t wait around, stick that thick piece of meat between my tits and let’s go.

Mmm... I like licking your cock when I titfuck you. Mmm... but I won’t swallow this time, because I want it all over my breasts. Just imagine when you explode all over my big, big tits, and then hold that in your mind a second, before imagining them getting bigger, growing, enlarging. Oh God, I’m getting close just thinking about it. 

Yes, yes, I can feel it building inside you. Your cock is swelling so full, these titties are gonna need that spurt to handle it. It’s throbbing, uh. Ooh, let me kiss it, god you’re so big ad hard. 

Come on, come on, come for me. Get big and blo your load all over  my titties so I can get all big for you. h god, baby, yeah,, yeah, yes! Here we go, come on, e! Oh yes, come for me, come! Oh! Ohhhhh!

The necklace was placed over Alessia’s head, and she became queen. The heavy weight of gold and jewels settled on her, tugging down from her collar bone to below her midriff. In the centre of the carcanet was placed the most precious of all the things bestowed upon her - The Queen's Orb. It was not forged or cut from any material known to this world. The thing had fallen from the heavens and had been fashioned into the centrepiece of the necklace, which had been worn by the dynasty for over three millenia.

She breathed in, and was surprised to not fell any different. She did not feel as her handmaid had described it, herself being stretched far and wide across the kingdom, to watch over and bear each burden and suffering. She did not experience the rush of fright or pain that had been indoctrinated into her expectations.

Then the high priest announced off in the distance, that she had passed the final test of faith, and knelt, requesting his new Queen to rise. And so Alessia did, marvelling at this last trick. So she was worthy yes. It was now for her to lead her people, and she had pased their greatest test, submitting to the threat of eternal suffering for their sakes.

She continued to stand, going up and up, and she realised she was a full foot taller than when she had knelt and removed her upper garment. The aspect of the goddess was coming upon her then, and instead of pain, she in fact felt powerful, regal pleasure. With confidence she rose taller and taller, and into her grew the symbol of the goddess - the hourglass, the balance might last for all time. Her hips pelvis and chest began to expand, faster than the rest of her.

By the time she had passed the nine foot mark, each breast had exceeded the size of her head, while retaining their beautiful, sculpted, tear drop shape. Her posterior had swelled too, pulling up inch after inch of the loose, flowing cloth of the lower half of the robe. Along with her buttocks, her hips and thighs widened to match, thickening and parting further than her shoulders, keeping pace with the heft of her breasts.

She continued to grow, taller and thicker, during the ceremony, to match her regal station and wisdom. However, if she ruled well, it would not be the last she would experience, for the Queen, or as she would be later known, the Empress, was a representation of the bounty of the land.