It Wasnt Enough That She Was Now Twenty Feet Tall, Her Ass Had Had To Grow Twice As Fast Too. Thank Fuck

It wasn’t enough that she was now twenty feet tall, her ass had had to grow twice as fast too. Thank fuck she was a multi-millionaire now, or she’d have had to go around naked all day... Not that she’d mind, she considered, slipping up another four inches while her hips flared out even further. 

Would you consider doing an eating causes growth caption from the kitchen, to the neighborhood snacking small to draining pools and snacking on bystanders ?

Hmm, not really my thing unfortunately.

Guys, let's start romanticizing tall girls.

Like all those ladies who have to lean down to kiss their boys. All the tall girls who are able to pick up and spin around their girlfriends. All the tall girls who wear heels and tower over their friends. Tall girls with big feet and long legs. Ladies with huge hips and thighs to support their tall bodies. Skinny tall girls. Chubby tall girls. Tall trans women Girls who smack their heads on EVERYTHING. Tall girls who spend hours trying to find clothes that fit them properly with their unique sizings. Short girls are considered so cute and compact, let’s take a second to love on our tall ladies.

She had done it. Finally, after months of blood, sweat, and tears, she’d made promotion. Now it was time to reap the bene--

The intensity made Anya buckle over. She looked at her hands gripping the sides of the chair to retain balance as they stretched over its leather surface, nails digging in. She could feel her clothes tightening, the skirt around swelling hips, shoes crushing, and her shirt as her tits ballooned. Soon she was left in just her underwear as it struggled to cover her enlarging form.

Anya mewled in pleasure, writhing. She ground thick thighs together, enjoying the wetness as her legs lengthened, propelling her first to six, then seven, and then eight feet in orgasmic spurts. Her ass stuck out with a tantalising impunity, though still dwarfed by the gargantuan breasts that jutted four feet from her chest. The whole process occurred in under 2 minutes, and she was still shaking, her throat raw as she heard a knock on the door. She turned to see Brian, a co-worker, standing gobsmacked in the doorway. A former co-worker, she reminded herself, remembering her now elevated position. Now her underling. He began to take a step back, but found her hand firmly against the door above him. The bulge in his pants confirmed that he would be a good starter for the afternoon.

The ink still burned a little, but Jennifer exulted under the slow ecstasy of her ass expanding. She could feel every thread of her lingerie being stretched, further and further outward as her booty swelled. A stitch popped, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her. Oh God, she needed to be fucked so badly. She started flicking through her contacts on her phone. Anything to get MORE of this.

Yeah, she’s maintaining that poker face, but I can literally feel how turned on she is by the idea. Bigger again I told her, that was my offer. She said she’’d think about it, but I could by the way she’s already adapting her posture, accentuating her new assets... the arrestably low cut top isn’t a bad hint either. She’s already hungrier than even she knows for it. That’s how addiction works.