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‘Oh dear, another outfit soon off to the morgue’, she thought as she absent mindedly considered the tightening material stretching to its limits over her body. She turned back to her phone. ‘Ah well.’ she mused, feeling the dull thrill of pleasure zinging across her skin as it expanded outwards in her legs, ass, and breasts. The feeling was electric, as the cloth continued to try to constrict her in its struggle against her growing assets. It began to give ground, and stitches one by one began to pop, well on their way to shredding. Mia merely allowed the corner of a smile show as she waited for the wardrobe team, deciding not to mess with a good thing, but merely to enjoy it. Like her daddy had always said ‘If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.’
God, what a bunch of spoilsports. Those bitches were all just jealous
“Oh my God, you need to get to a hospital”” “There’s, like, something totally wrong with you!” - Yeah whatever. They could all go to hell.
Samantha luxuriated in the feeling as her tits jumped up another size, quivering as she walked along the corridor with a new confidence, and a staggeringly gorgeous rack. She had long removed her bra, which by comparison had been little more than a glorified vest.
With the clack of her heels and the enlarging bounce of breasts, she felt powerful. An echo could be heard of the small horde who had started to meekly follow her down the corridor. Mmm... Her shirt was about to give way. Soon their curiosity would give way to full blown adoration. She chuckled... Delicious.
Well, it’s not too bad. A little bigger this week. Honestly, not had a lot of time at home with le boyfriend to continue our massage treatment. I swear I can feel the strain coming off him, haha. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Well, my man’s certainly going to be very FOND tonight when I surprise him with the new lingerie I’ve bought. Of course, it’ll soon be too small, he’s getting faster with his technique (I swear i’ve almost caught him practising on a pillow once or twice)... but then, I don’t reckon he’ll mind the expenditure.
Must go now, arriving at flat. Top feeling super tight. Gonna save this pic since I won’t be able to wear this again.
xxx
Jill
Something felt... odd, Jennifer mused to herself as she looked through the magazine. Still, she could not tear her eyes away from the volume - her first publishing! True, it wasn’t where she wanted to be, she thought, unaware of the uncomfortable feeling tugging at her bra straps, lightly mixed with a pleasure percolating from her chest upwards.
She was thrilled. She was coming up in the world, Jenny was a real writer now! She beamed with pride, flicking a page as her breasts expanded obscenely. All the emotion and tit was welling up, aching for release. Jennifer grinned, exulting as she came to the last paragraph and her boobs decimated the remnants of her bra, bouncing free beneath her tight shirt, searching for new rips to form. She reread a sentence, having lost focus for a second. Something... Then she lifted the magazine a little higher. The view was being blocked by her... tits.
‘Man, this is some serious bullshit’ thought Shinae, looking at herself in the mirror. The cosmetic she had spent three years perfecting in her lab was supposed to make your skin softer, not...
She scrutinised the astounding curves before her. Sean always denied that he was trying to feel her up when he soaped her up in the shower. This was always a great source of amusement, and it certainly built tension before one thing led to another. Well, here was tangible proof to the contrary... She ran her hand over a breast, larger than her whole head, and jumped in surprise and pleasure as a nipple larger than her thumb sprang to life. Very tangible proof.
Sean was out at the store, getting a few groceries, and she examined his handiwork. Her boobs were fucking gigantic, and she had an unbelievable booty to match. Shinae couldn’t help touching it... herself. She began to sigh with pleasure as she felt the thickness in her thighs, the prominence of her ass, and the immeasurable enormity of her tits. FUCK!
She fumbled for her phone, and sent Sean a hasty message, bearing a single word. “Condoms”
Then Shinae went to the bathroom and grabbed the remaining cream. She put it on the bedside table before undressing. She was fucking spectacular. She found the sexiest things that sort of still fit, and turned off all the lights, and waited...
I felt his cum coursing through me, willing me to grow for him. I started to feel hot, my pussy burning with the wanton emptiness that needs filling. My hands ran over my body, feeling the hot sparks as I changed and grew, my hips swelling far outwards to diminish my shoulders, while at the same time raising into the air, pivoting to a perfect-fucking angle beneath my huge, pert ass. And the pressure against the padded bra was intense. My breasts bounded forth past plentiful handfulls and beyond, easily ripping through and jiggling to a bounty past head size. I almost blacked out from the ravening coming wracking my entire being.
I was still changing, growing ever sexier, and I could feel my toes gently extending towards the edge of the bed even as my hair tumbled further along the other way. Somewhere amidst lust, my hand had dialled my boyfriend’s number, and I was now moaning away insatiably as I pressed the buzzing device deep into my throbbing twat.
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...
She was out of my league now... She had to be, right?
And yet, here she was, thrusting her thickset hips back and forth in a slow sensuous tease, her eyes closed and utterly focused on my cock between her lips. I could taste the desire on her tongue, gyrating around my rapidly swelling shaft, stretching every inch of growth she wanted from me.
My body was but a slave responding, and I felt all the blood rush from my head, down and down, into the swelling veins. Like my girlfriend had on that night, I could feel my dick getting bigger and bigger.
As I lay there, unable to move from ecstasy, my eyes ripped into her fat, plump thighs, bending back and forth on her hips, so widespread that they were almost twice her shoulders. I heard the gentle slap as her round ass came to touch the back of her legs over and over, slick with her pussy’s ready wetness.
My penis stretched again under her ministrations, gaining inches in girth as well as length, bulging between her sensual lips. A deep moan issued from within her, and I felt her hard nipples grow erect as her mammoth rack rubbed up and down against my straining balls below. How fucking big did she want me??
No other woman could have handled this. As she let loose a deep sigh, straightening to her fully impressive eight and a half feet height, I felt myself harden all the more, and gasped, looking down as I grew another few inches there on my own, remembering as I had watched her grow, getting bigger, taller, curvier, becoming a living embodiment of sex. The meteorite had done something else to me, had given me the reason why only I alone would ever be able to satisfy her... thick as a coke can, and a foot and a half long.
“Haha, and I thought this was going to be comfy for me...” her voice resonated with pleasure, and lust smouldered in her gleaming, dark eyes. She flicked her long black black hair behind her, and began to lower her huge hourglass on to my expectant erection.
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...
She looked in the mirror.
“What the FUCK?!” said Mirri, her voice echoing across the empty gymnasium.
Her eyes poured up and down the body in front of her. Her body.
Where before flab had covered plainness, now every curve and muscle accentuated a beauty that radiated from her very core. Plainly speaking, MIrri was fucking hot!
She moved, memerised by the ripple and jiggle of lithe muscle and ample contour. She was so focused, slowly shifting her body to stare at the perfect hourglass; powerful calves, thick yet yet graceful thighs, wide hips and a buxom derrière, a small but powerful waist, a full and bountiful chest, and sensual good looks to stun and amaze... She didn’t notice that he was still changing. Growing.
Mirri’s hand slowly slid up the mirror as she peered closely at her large, dark eyes. Unconsciously, he bent forward to adjust to her increasing height, and sticking her ass out was enough to finish off the panties straining at her waist. They shot off as her hips blossomed outwards,even as the straining material on her thighs gave out. Her socks began to ladder, thinning as their content enlarged.
Her hair trailed down now to her waist as she now bent to her knees to examine her high cheek bones. Growing bustier and getting toned was one thing, but the unfamiliarity of her own face was bizarre and fascinating. Sculpted and delicate under her hands, she tingled with sensation, blushing at her own arousal as the remnants of her shirt shredded under the unassuagable heft of her massive boobs, expansive and cold against the mirror. She was still rising higher, a good 14 feet at least now, but her proportions had doubled. Her ass stuck out like some exquisite shelf, tapering to lush thighs that ached to wrap around a strong man’s waist. Her tits were mind boggling, HUGE. They were almost twice the size of her own head, or about half a dozen times the size of a normal man’s.
Of course, this is all in the past tense. Mirri was growing, transforming by the moment into a true goddess. Legs lengthened, mounds swelled as she stretched. Within her, a flame rose, an augmenting whisper that began to call to her within, telling her its need, getting louder and louder, making her sweat at the temple and quiver in the knees with keen arousal. And still he got bigger, and bigger, and bigger. Her breath came short as she approached the very top of the mirror, bent over even as she was. Realisation would come soon, and then... what would she do?
Well, Raymond would find out as his keys began to turn in the lock of the front door of the gymnasium.
I can’t help but imagine myself as her, knowing you looked at her like that. That’s what I want, I always have. And now, I’m going to get it, and... so will you.
It’s funny, but I didn’t think I would like it, that it would feel this good... growing.
We’re watching a movie now. You didn’t notice when you came in and... that was ok. I know it’s because you wanted to talk to me for me, no matter what I look like. But, well, I wanted - want you to notice me. So I went into my bedroom, just for a minute, and I took another pill.
So we’re now sitting on the sofa, watching the film. You’re pretty focused, and you give that cute smile as you watch a funny part. I can’t even remember the movie’s name. You have another piece of popcorn and then, noticing I’m not watching, you turn to ask if I’m ok. For a moment... it seems as if something catches your eye when you look over, but I’ve already mumbled a ‘yeah’ before sharply turning ninety degrees to watch too.
The scene is sliding past my eyeballs, and I’m so aware of the hot, dense air in between us. And then, that decreases, ever so slightly as I get bigger. I don’t dare look down, not after last time, but I can picture it happening, just like before, as my little boobs begin to creep, edging their way forward, even as the whole shirt begins to tighten around me. I’m so desperate for you to look over, to see me as it’s happening, but so afraid of you noticing too.. I think about that, picturing-- I stop myself, feeling my nipples grow even harder, They feel so much larger than before, and longer and-- I quietly gasp, feeling them brush against the soft cotton, rough against my newly sensitive areolae. My feet now touch the floor.
The space is shrinking between us, even as I’m growing. It feels... really good, but I can’t think about it. I’m torn by panic and excitement. This is what you want, but will I be enough? My head is now level with yours, I notice out of the corner of my eye, as I can feel myself being pushed forward a little as my ass enlarges too. I’m getting soo big!
I’m hoping you’ll see me, and with every nevrous breath I take, I can feel my- tit, pumping up, bloating bigger and bigger, just how you like. You’re leaning, just a little closer now, maybe because I’m so much heavier on the sofa, or because I’m now closer to youu, or maybe you’re seeing me in the back of your head? I’m looking down at you, wondering. You’re so sweet and cute, and I want to be all that I can be for you. More.
I feel a button pop on my shirt and, in my excitement, I go for another pill. My shorts are way too tight now, and I have to squeeze the bottle from my pocket. My thighs feel deliciously thick as my hand smushes into them, prying the cap open. Quivering I lift another pill to my lips. My mouth feels dry, but I swallow it, remembering how huge one had felt the first time it was in my mouth..
I can feel the growth coming again, hot in me, making me want you all the more. I... know you;ll want me now, I’m so big that I can- convince you, I know it. I reach a hand and pick up the remote, tiny in my hand and turn off the TV. I’m stunned by myself, but you look over at me, and I’m too frantic to think of anything else. Shocked silence for a moment, until I clear my throat and, towering over you, my huge breasts, bigger than your head, with an ass to match, whisper, as I feel the slow beginning of the next pill.
“Do... Do you like it-me, like this?”
The skirt creaked, the seams just about to rip a little further. Kayleigh felt a warm afterglow as she walked along the office corridor back towards the labs. Today with Tom had been sooo good she thought, feeling a tingle. He really had been right about knowing how to pleasure a girl from the back as well. Mind you, she considered, unaware of the new inch of ass being put on show under the rearing skirt as her lower half continued to thicken. With a cock that big, should she have been surprised?
She walked along, her ass flaring out more with each step, hungry for him. It was almost enough to make her forget about the chemical spill from earlier in the day. Her ass tightened pushing out another few inches like a shelf behind her. Kay licked her lips absent mindedly. It was kind of exciting knowing his cum was inside her, deep in her ass. They normally used condoms but the feeling of him going in raw had almost made her not need lube. So thick, and sooo hard. She was unaware that by now her hips were so broad that she could take Tom whole with relative ease. The thought of him sliding into her, pumping his cock into her ass, filling her up, it made her feel sexy, and she bit her lip, feeling the fabric of her skirt tight across her skin, making her shiver in wantonness.
It made her feel like a real woman. She continued to walk, her skirt slowly coming apart as she grew bigger and hornier. By the time Kay would get to her desk and sit, half naked, she would have already paged Tom to meet her there for round 2.
She eyed you, lightly swaying her hips from side to side enticingly, knowing she wouldn’t have long to wait before your dick was ready again, and you could fuck her again to make her ass even bigger. All she had to do was-- her legs spreading brought you back to full hardness, and she grinned, sliding her panties down to reveal the glory of her gigantic heinie. She gripped the edge of the sink, and spread those vast cheeks, ready for you, ready for your cum - ready to grow,.
All the free drinks you could get at a pool party? What could go wrong? Nothing, as far as Mrs Macauber was concerned. So she’d gone up a couple of cup sizes during the course of the event. Alright, more than a couple, or a few. A lot. But, you know, no good party was without a fun surprise or two (or several)! The sun was hot as she lay in the deck chair. She relaxed, getting better acquainted with her daughter’s friends, some sweet boys from her science class, who all seemed very eager to share a drink with her. She took another sip, and her third replacement bikini let out a creak of protest. A handsome youth topped up her glass almost immediately, smiling. She could swear it was getting better with every taste!
“Hey, look Hon, canyonception!” she giggled, setting her tits awobble in her undersized dress. This had certainly been an... eyeopening camping trip. You two were now official, and decided to take a weekend off together. It was there that she showed you why she had been so reluctant to have sex before you were an item.
“This is gonna sound weird, but I need to warn you from before... When I fuck, they grow. Like, BIG bigger, depending on how turned on I get”
You were even now contemplating what kind engagement ring to buy.
We wanted to see which of us you preferred, so we BOTH drank the recommended serum dosage... times 10!
Easy rules - the BIGGEST wins.
Now get fucking.
“Manon, fetch me something else to wear, will you? This blouse is becoming a little... inadequate.”
Claudette lowered the hardback volume of Les Fleurs du Mal from in front of her. That was the only place she could read from with an unobscured view now. She experimentally tugged at the tight polyester which failed to encase her. There was little give, but it still stung as it snapped back like a bowstring. She winced, and then smiled. Claudette had no idea what was causing the augmentation of her breasts, and visits to doctors had shone little light.
The Parisian socialite had shrugged. Yes, people would say what they would; didn’t they always? But it was better to be talked about negatively than not to be talked about at all. She pulled a tablet from her new Chanel handbag, and examined her schedule. She had gym in an hour, where she and Cristophe would be working on another back-focused regimen. That left plenty of time for to buy some new outfits, and a well-needed larger sports bra. Free until 3 O’ Clock after that... Perhaps she would have the boy again today, she felt inclined towards a little fun.
Claudette buttoned on the chiffon kimono, luxuriating in the feeling of the soft material against her chest. One of the wonderful things about the condition she had developed was that it gave her even more excuse to try and buy new clothes. More than that, it was fascinating from a design perspective. Her slim, lithe body had sprouted a bounty which stretched from just below her collarbone to two-thirds of the way down her ribcage in a graceful teardrop, and rested gently on her upper arms on its sides. Claudette turned to observe herself from profile. She thought she cut quite a figure, gently brushing the fabric above her nipples, a full span from her body now, angled ever so slightly upwards. They stiffened and she muttered an oath before chuckling.
She gently applied makeup, Manon fetching her this and that to complete her look. She found that she did not need to lightly over apply her lipstick. She pouted, admiring their bee sting plumpness. Well that was new. As was a slight increase in height. Manon had to quickly unhem the lower part of her outfit, as well as to put a thinner insole into her shoes. Claudette’s heart skipped a beat as inspiration for new a whole line of clothing began to take form in her mind. She descended the stairs, exhibiting an inimitable grace as she walked with ease in slender 6-inch heels, her bust trembling ever so slightly. Manon wondered about the amount of thigh her mistress was showing today, but Claudette merely returned a knowing smile before lighting a cigarette. The fashion designer stepped out on to the busy street, where her driver was waiting. She would not let these developments hold her back. Far from it; she would embrace them (figuratively, of course, she mused). Claudette was an artist, and her body was her palette. What paintings she would give the world...
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A Tiny to his Giant girlfriend.
This one’s for the g/t blogs that I follow. :3
There’s still that ounce of insecurity. That look that you give when you sweep your hair aside and turn back to face me, down here at my measly level. There’s a need for approval, acknowledgement - acceptance. It’s in your eyes, and I wonder if it will ever go away.
You may be growing, and becoming more beautiful and strong as you do so, but I know that the girl inside is still small. I wish you could see you as I do… beyond all expectations of excellence. And the inner you eclipses all that without. I can use so many words to describe your appearance, and I know that you love it when I do compliment you, but I’m really here for your big heart.
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rndm
“The tree doesn’t bother about the flowers that fall. It’s always busy making new flowers blossom. Life isn’t about what we lost so far, it’s about what we can still grow.“
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