Hey Shorty, Angle The Camera Right, Im Still Growing Here!

”Hey shorty, angle the camera right, I’m still growing here!” 

Daniela smiled knowingly. She was beautiful, and it took Matt all concentration to hold the camera steadily on an average day. But this was a growing day.

When she had first come to him, shy and enchanting, she had been a lovely girl of about five nine. Now, she towered over him at six foot eight, and her allure had only increased. They were good friends now, two years down the road, more than good friends. That last part had to be secret until they earned enough to break away and form their own agency, but Dani could never resist flirting with her secret boyfriend, even at the workplace.

Matt adjusted the lens and pointed it up, a full head above his own. He examined the smooth skin and delicate features of his model, the utterly breathtaking curves of her lips, hips, and thighs. And then there were her breasts. They jutted audaciously from just below her collarbone, riding high and firm on her chest, but with just the right amount of give to make one hunger for them. He thought of the feel of them, and felt a stirring down below. This was not missed by Dani, and though she said nothing, her eyes sparkled with dangerous desire as she continued to gain inches all over, and she raised an eyebrow.

Her lascivious stare required no more directing. His camera began to click, taking in each moment as her top visibly tightened and stretched, slowly exposing midriff and cleavage. The material was thinning as she climbed higher, and visible creaks could be heard as stitches began to pop and give way to pliant flesh. 

Dani adjusted, ever so slightly, as she began to approach seven feet in height, as her hips widened further. Her curves were disconcertingly enticing, and only growing more so, several steps ahead of the rest of her body. Matt could see her top lifting over the top of her ass as it plumped outwards. The girl’s thighs thickened to crush his libido. As Matt attempted to focus, he heard her sigh in pleasure as her top gently tore down the front. In the back of his mind he knew this was the one. She was the one for him, but also this would be the set that bought them there liberty. The line of cleavage was a deep well as the ribbons of shirt fluttered insignificantly about, and she rose on lengthening legs, a quiet, deep moan building in her. Her expression was purely carnal, and he worried that when, as on every growing day, she took him to bed after the shoot, they might be heard in the trailer. The heft of her enormous assets and the toned look to her svelte legs confirmed it. Perhaps he could persuade her to go to the motel he’d spotted down the road on the way there. They’d have more than enough to pay for repairs when all this was done. 

Jeeze, she was getting huge. The anticipation beaded on his forehead, and his shorts felt all too constricting. When she stopped, his amazon stood in the tatters of black cloth at seven foot one; powerful and wanton. He shut off the camera and took her arm and walked off, caressing her soft skin. She was yanking him along by the time they reached the door, though he was by no means lagging. When she got like this, she was a slave to her own needs, desperate for him. He smiled, and began a light jog beside her. He couldn’t wait to try out her new size and curves.

This feels incredible. I’ve ripped clean through my bra, and now the straps of my dress are straining too. I can feel the soft cloth growing taut against my enlarging breasts, almost rough to my heightening sensitivity.

The bra has slipped down, and the fabric of my clothes is ripping away too. My boobs are bigger than my head, growing fast and torturing me with pleasure. At last, the hated garment is gone, and my juggs stand proud, quivering to greater proportions as my fingers find nipples. I never want this to end...

Totally ridiculous, check. Totally hot, double check. Jenny had found out that her bossy, Chuck Selman, like ‘em big. Well, with what she was packing now, she was sure she would be able to catch his eye now. She took off her PJs and put on the sluttiest underwear she could find. Jenny almost tipped over rummaging through her dresser. She marvelled at her new centre of gravity as she moved over towards the wardrobe. A thick overcoat to cover up, conspicuous on a summer day, would serve to get his notice, and to (badly) conceal her assets for the moment.

She imagined stepping into his office ans deep, sexy voice asking her to ‘please, take off your coat’. She grinned, seeing the thick cloth pool around her feet, revealing  tits practically exploding out of her lingerie, bought when she was still a little C cup, instead of the owner of an unimaginable rack that was so big you could see it from the back.

She finished her makeup, and donned the heavy black faux fur, the velvet lining making her skin tingle. Oh God, she could barely wait. Her fingers ached to stroke herself below,  as she had done so many times before when he was an all but unattainable fantasy. But now... her resolve tightened. She wanted to save herself for him. She called the cab to take her into the office - half an hour late. That ought to get his attention, he hated lateness, and would want to see him in his office. Jenny grinned, and dialled the number. It was a good thing her paycheck had just come in; she wouldn’t be able to drive until he got used to these new things. She squeezed the coat buttons into place, unable to resist touching them for just a little too long as she finished enclosing her prodigious bust...

That’s the only word she can think, as she spirals out of control. She’s totally lost to the pleasure now, growing for eternity in one unending orgasm. We can only hope that our calculations as to the speed of red shift  are woefully underestimated.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her, examining the potential that lay within. Under my gaze, the hidden structures in her DNA pivoted, and I saw her untapped. The small scanner I held ran over her body, taking in the already generous curves, and flounting all precedent. I watched the screen seeing her bust expand larger and larger, tripling in size. My mouth dried as I pictured the tank top she was wearing stretch and begin to tear, and I could almost hear the moans ripping from her hungry throat at the pleasure. 

She smiled coyly at my obvious attraction as I moved over to her. As we introduced ourselves and got talking, I began to suspect that this girl would be more than eager to talk about my interest in biology soon enough...