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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.’

Mei thought to herself as she gazed into the floor length mirror of her studio, admiring the work of art that was her form.

“Hmmm... Perfect? Close, but not yet certainly!” she mused

“Bigger? Soon... definitely.”

She shrugged off her coat, revealing even more of her great undulating cleavage. With each confident stride she took, her shoulder straps showed rising visible strain as breast flesh pressed out in all directions, bulging out from the frail purple dress, bouncing with an increasing jiggle, and all the while the alluring neckline plunged further.The hall was quiet save for the clack of her high heels, overlaid with a sonata of shredding cloth and popping stitches. 

As she reached you she took a deep breath, tearing her bra clean in two. tit continued to spill out of the rags on all sides, and she smiled, holding your gaze as you forgot to breathe.

Woah!... Close one there, hah.

I guess I’m still not used to being this... sizeable. Scoot over though, these shorts are killing me, and I swear I’m gonna rip out of them within the next 5 minutes.

Ooh, this fabric is seriously tight!!  Shit, today’s is gonna be a strong spurt. I can feel all my clothes stretching as they get tighter across me, like right now I mean..I’m already two inches taller than last night, and I’m pretty certain this booty is easily matching that. Oh gosh...

Yeah, you can take that grin off your face. It might be a turn on for me too, but it sure as Hell leaves me sore for a bit! Guess you’ll have to kiss it better... Hmm... maybe you shouldn’t move then, it’ll save you time.

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.

Marianna was lounging by the pool when she started to grow. She did not know how, nor why she started, but there it was.

The sun at its zenith had baked on to Marianna’s skin as she lay on her crisp white towel beside the pool. The scent of tanning oil, rubbed all over her smooth skin wafted in the air, dates mingled with the slight, sweet smell of the beads of sweat that trickled down her slim, petite body. As the rays crooned their fullest, in her languor her eyelids began to grow heavier and heavier, and the toned muscles relaxed.

She remembered that she dreamt, but Marianna never knew of what. She awoke to find her feet cool and damp, where the edge of the pool lapped at the sides. She stretched a little further, wriggling with the relaxing pleasure licking over her brazen calves, and sighed once again, content to keep her eyes shut. She could feel the sun, only but a little lower she suspected, radiating a warmth that washed over her in waves, and the contrast of the water was wonderful. Now, this was the way to spend an afternoon. She spread herself further, and drifted back into a deep sleep, comfortable under the weight of her softness, feeling the gentle scorch drifting over her flesh.

At first, no one would have noticed, but Marianna’s towel, inch by inch, had slowly begun to disappear underneath her. She breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling just a little less with each expansion. Occasionally, a small gasp would escape her, and she appeared to tighten with pleasure before blossoming further. Her tightening panties were wet with more than just the occasional splashes her feet made as her legs elongated towards the pool, and the splitting seams of her constricting bikini top tickled her sensitive breasts as they slowly spilled out over the top.

Marianna, not so much as getting taller, was enlarging. While her generous booty and thick thighs lengthened, her proportions stayed the same, so she remained as voluptuous as when she was merely five foot five. Now… the calves of a six foot one woman hung over the poolside, gently stretching. The growth was steady and constant, and the dozing Marianna was becoming wetter and wetter by the minute.

Marianna moaned loudly, passing the 7ft mark, as if eager for the next benchmark. Her towel was no longer visible under her, and her swimwear was slowly following suit as her tits and ass engulfed the garments with their pliant, bulging enormity. Her nipples showed rock hard through the thinning fabric, and her lower half was completely soaked, even as her thighs approached the pool to follow her submerged shins.

The pleasure was steady and intense, not allowing her senses a second’s rest as it assaulted her with ounce upon ounce of gigantic pleasure. Soon, she was almost twice her original height, and approaching dangerously close to coming. She quivered, setting her assets to a jiggle that showed the amazing quality of her clothing which still somehow held under the gargantuan strain of the wanton slumberer. Her fingers dug into the flesh of her pussy and titties, kneading the flesh to spur on her release. All her subconscious mind knew was how good this felt, and was bent on getting more.

Still the amazon swelled. The ends of her long, blonde tresses tossed as she bucked under pleasure, and the nearby furniture shook and toppled as she rocked in ecstasy, her long fingers fluttering over her tingling torso and thighs, rubbing to feel more of the sensation overcoming her. She was getting so close, some part of her knew, and her bronze skin was afire with the roar of growing anticipation. Her back, aided by her capacious rear, arched, on the brink, and she shot up, inch by inch, as she played with herself, fingering her raw clit beneath the shredded, skin tight panties. The air was now heavy with the scent of her sex, and every little breeze made her shudder… And then it came, like a thousand thunderclaps down on her, a racing orgasm that ripped her from the land of nod and into the waking world, tossing under the violent blasts of pleasure that tore through her, one by one, excruciatingly exquisite as she exploded outwards to fully twelve feet in height.

She lay there, writhing and squealing, trembling as she extended slowly. Oh wow, that had felt amazing! She’d never experienced anything like that, ever. She could still feel it all over. She drew a finger up an ample thigh and jolted at the response.

“Well, that must have been a good dream,” she mused to herself, a grin quirking on her lips as she bathed in the afterglow of coming. “If only I could remember what, or who, I was doing…” She shrugged her massive shoulders, not noticing as her left strap gave way under a torrent of burgeoning titflesh, exposing an areola capped with a nipple bigger than a dollar coin.

She giggled headily, feeling amazing, her breath still coming quick. 

It was only when she slipped into the pool, still grinning, and attempted to move away from the shallows that she realised something was up. Her eyes fixed on the sign that read ‘9ft’, beside her plump, rounded ass stretching the bikini bottom to the thinnest of G strings, and then moved up and down taking in the rest of her body as it gradually rose further above the waves.

The deal was she grew taller, and I took all the tits. But let’s be honest, look what I’ve achieved in a month, I mean I was a AA for Christ’s sake. And her? pfft... she was already 5′10, and what is she now, maybe 6ft? 

Whatever, it was nice while and lasted and all that, but here’s the reality. I’m taking her power, and in my hands giving it its full potential. Oh shit, I have to be careful though! Even as I write this I’ve gone up a full cup size just from the excitement. I can feel all the girls giving me their power, filling my rack as theirs droop. Hah, more than one bikini strap has come loose this afternoon.

Just that need, that desire for power, it turns me on, which of course activates my power. And of course that feels soo good, which just makes it stronger. Oh for fuck’s sake girl, calm down for a second, I can’t even see the damn keyboard cause of these juggs!

Ok. Calmer now. Need to focus for a bit. I don’t her knowing what I’m up to, that I’ve been getting so much bigger so much faster this week. I only have to hide from the world for one more freaking day. Tonight, when the moon is full again, I’m not just gonna take her growth powers, no. I’m taking it all. I’ll watch her shrink down, first her titties, flattening as my explode outwards. I’m gonna watch my bra to rip off and smother her as she shrinks down to nothing. How big will these be when I’m 7, 8, 12ft tall? I’ve never tried it... taking so much from one person. I can only imagine how much she has to give... Oh goddammit, I ripped a strap!

If I’d known growing was so much fun, I would have listened to you ages ago! I mean, look at me now, I’m huge!! 

Not to mention, it’s quite a confidence boost knowing I can’t be in a room with you without you having a hard on. And I mean, you’re practically coming in your pants listening to me talking about it.

Come on, sexy, let’s go grow me another few inches. I should be ashamed, but I’m already soaked just thinking about it, and that in itself is just turning me on more... Hurry up, or I’m gonna carry you by your schlong.

Wow, she hasn’t even noticed. I hope I’ll be able to get her undressed, before she realises how big the serum has made her ass... and while I’ll still actually be able to remove them. Woah, have to make sure I climb a few steps after her, so my erection doesn’t bump that thickening ass. Your birthday’s come early this year, babe. MAN! That booty is huge. Oh shit! Are her leggings starting to tear?

I may be little now, Mr Boss, but don’t you underestimate me. One day, real soon, I’ll be among the corporate giants, you’ll see. With you out of the way, I’ll make this company grow, expanding into and beyond the 21st century. I’ll be so BIG I won’t even notice you as I look down on the street, high above your puny, pathetic hide. When I’m there, an enormous success, then you’ll remember this moment. The moment you turned me down, the moment you crossed me. I’ve got the codes to the lab. I’m going to be fucking huge, and now there’s nothing you or anyone else can do now to stop my coming up.

Soo, what are you more surprised at?

Your tongue is tied as the enormous tits attached to your ex-girlfriend loom in the yellow lamplight. She smiles devilishly, and her eyes follows yours down below her chin.

Hmm... Seeing me? The fact that I’m in your bed naked? Or is it, maybe, these puppies?

You do not hear the clunk of your briefcase connecting with the floor, nor the ominous crunch of the delicate $1000 Mac. Your jaw sags as she slowly rubs a nipple, and you are transfixed as it swells to hardness, even as you follow suit.

I’ve tried to be a good girl, waiting for you all day, while these babies ached and ached for you, but I couldn’t help it... I had to touch them, just a little bit. 

Her touch increases, and her hands begin to ply the soft, rippling flesh in earnest. She inhales, and her chest seems to swell before your very eyes. You take a step forward.

The pills work on their own well enough, but are sooo much better with a... catalyst. And there’s only so much a poor girl can do by herself. 

And you are startled to your senses as her breasts actually begin to push out, splaying her fingers further and further apart as she toys with them. She gasps at the sensitivity, and the low moan she utters fills your mind.

S-s-so biiiiiig!  Ahhhh!

Focus returns to her stare as her back arches, and as she comes down you see her boobs have already made up the distance. She spreads her thighs, and you hear a wanton whisper as her fragrance overtakes you

Help out a growing girl, will you?

Amy was always evasive with Jack when he asked why she insisted on fucking with a bra. She would mutter something about it feeling better, but that was only part of it. It was a good thing she was well endowed, otherwise he might notice that he wasn’t the only one staring at her juggs during sex. 

Tonight, as she rode him, she felt the heft of their enormity shove against the constraints of the bra, which she had tightened to obscenity while in the bathroom. She felt herself fill with his hard cock, and pushed harder, eager for pleasure.

Amy looked down, and was almost caught in the chin by her bouncing titties. She bathed in the sensation of tightness as the bra tugged to constrain her enormous boobs, undulating with each thrust. She was determined to break it today.

She visualised it, imagining the straps feeling tighter and tighter, and more flesh riding up over the top, desperate to be freed from the undersized underwear. She fantasised about her breasts swelling within their prison, growing bigger and bigger every time she plunged down again on to Jack’s cock, filling the huge bra beyond its capacity and bursting out. She moaned, thinking of them burgeoning forth, continuing to grow faster and faster, past her ribs, down to her waist, bigger, rounder, and wider, her nipples beginning to brush Jack’s hard chest, growing until he could suck on them, even as she would keep riding him, feeling his cock pulse harder and harder inside her. She picture his mouth filling, unable to contain gigantic nipples spilling out, over him across the bed, growing and growing, even as he began to come...

In for a penny, in for a pound... or several, I thought, choosing a filter for the photo. My boobs were magnificent now, stupendous. As I tousled my hair for a second shot, draping a curling lock towards my valley of cleavage, I felt myself getting hot just looking at my screen.

With these huge tits, a new dress, and a ticket to the new club, along with a bottle still three quarters filled with the serum, I was ready for the boys to notice me. I adjusted the hem, even as it rode a little bit further up an ample thigh. I chuckled to myself. Maybe I should have waited till I stopped growing to buy this, I pondered. Another few inches of cleavage forced the fabric to tighten further. Yeah, right. I smiled, and took another snap.

‘The formula worked, they look awesome They’re so sensitive!’ thought Ludmilla, watching the buds of her nipples stab at her shirt and shivering in response. Her grip tightened as she pulled downwards, over the humps of growth, trying to examine them as the tank top tightened.

Ludmilla stared, watching her tits grow, from plum-sized to oranges, then bigger to grapefruits, and then the promised melon range. Her whole body felt on fire, and it was all she could do to stop her self from fingering her clit. But no, she wanted to remember this feeling...

They were so big, and so powerful. Unbeknownst to her, these thoughts floating in her inebriated pleasure were reflecting other things too... She admired the heft of the tits, the way they hung down from her chest. Below them, abs began to ripple, pressing tight against her core. Ludmilla strained against her shirt, and heard a rip. She attributed it to her tits, which were now bigger than cantaloupes, but the shirt could have taken more. What was shredding the nylon was the brawny muscles pressing against her boobs. Veins began to stand out, and her shirt began to feel even more constricting, ripping a little further, as her boobs suddenly bloated to match the inches of bicep and height that were beginning to manifest. The growth was just starting

“Uhhh! I’m going to be massive!” she thought, as her breasts swelled towards head size. Her legs had thickened, and each taut muscle was pumping her with a craving. She shivered, and her tits jiggling were accompanied by the ripple of her back muscles as they strengthened to easily support the weight of her ginormous bounty. The air was rank with the smell of her sex. She needed something in her, and soon...

Ludmilla pictured Nadyeshka, her gym instructor, kneeling before her, licking at her throbbing clitoris. Ludmilla’s ass flexed and tightened, and her top began to split down the back as her shoulders broadened to match the seven and a half feet of horny demigod she was transforming into. Her guns only grew larger, tearing away her top completely, revealing her breasts, far larger than watermelons, swaying at her waist. The changing room ceiling began to look a little low, but Ludmilla was already kneeling, playing with her massive jugs, thinking of all the things she wanted to do to the imperious instructor.

‘She can’t say no to this!’ thought the eight foot bodybuilder, running her hands over the gigantic teardrops hanging off her chiselled chest, blissfully unaware of just how true that would soon be.

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Kat raised a delicate finger and scooped some of the thick white substance from between her tits. As she pulled her finger out, she felt the cleavage already begin to tighten as her tits began to engorge. The already tight white fabric was spreading, and as she raised her finger to her mouth a cascade of ripping seams made her tingle with further arousal. Kat parted her plump lips, revelling in the warmth and pleasure as her boobs grew heavier on her heaving chest. 

She tasted the saltiness, felt it slide deliciously down her throat. For a moment nothing happened. Then she trembled as her loins set ablaze, and shot three inches taller. Along with breasts now doubled in size, sitting wider than her shoulders and extending to below her ribcage, the increase in Kat’s size proved too much for the dress. It shredded entirely in half as her whole body enlarged. She only had time to watch a ring explode from her finger as her eyes rolled into her head in orgasm.

When Kat finally came down, panting and sucking in desperate breaths, only just beyond the total clutches of pleasure, her hands explored her augmented chest. The sensation was too much for her to search extensively, but as her breath came hot and heavy once more she was fairly certain her tits had absorbed all of the cum. She admired her new stature. She hadn’t grown taller, not exactly, more like... bigger. Her proportions were the same, just on a larger scale. She stretched an arm, jostling her enormous jugs enough to make her gasp - well that was something to get used to. Kat felt so good, so powerful, so BIG. The word thrilled her as she thought it, growing wet once again. However, Kat had to bite her lip to suppress a moan when she considered the term “More”...

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He wants me to be everything for him; whatever he wants me to be.

But what about what I want?

Yes, sure, they feel good. The weight on my chest just feels right, like I’ve been walking wrong till now. That pull that makes me arch my back to hold them up, it’s just natural. 

Every week the mirror shows me how much they’ve enlarged. I love the way clothes look on me now, stretched beyond capacity, like I’m too much to handle  And boy, I need some handling.

The pleasure these babies give me... When we’re together, or even when I’m alone in bed at night, I can feel them, like an active presence, slowly swelling bigger and bigger. When my boobs are touched, the brush of a hand, the snag of a shirt, whisper of a breeze... and the sensation is only increasing as they grow. I can now orgasm from a single nipple, but I’m so horny all the time that I need to get off at least thrice a day to be satisfied.

I think about my titties all the time and I find myself flaunting them... it’s natural. They’re amazing. I’ll keep growing, I can’t stop, it just feels too good. But though they need attention, so do I.  I need a man who will view me for me, as a wonderful woman first and as the busty cumslut who needs his cock between her tits daily second.

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Something had changed her in the warehouse. Among the hundreds of figurines, tools, statues, carved objects, and other mysterious objects stored there to be forgotten, there had been a culprit. Some piece of strange magic,leftover from days gone by, had given her its last spark. The vestige of a goddess.

As she drove away from the lockdown and crossed the miles of countryside, completely wild save for the watchtowers and overhead drones, a bud of warmth had nestled deep within her. She brushed the locks of hair that began to lengthen, distracted by the bumps in the road ahead. No one knew who had made it, and the government had only chosen to put the warehouse out here because, apart from its isolation, there were certain things in there that were dangerous or could not be moved. Some were even here before they found this place. Some appeared after. This was the first time she had been given clearance to visit.

She was uncomfortable, but it was not from the heat baking down from the summer sun that day. In fact, she wasn’t sweating a drop. However, the driver’s seat had begun to feel very confining. Her knees gently crept towards the underside of the wheel as she began to grow taller, and their angle shifted as her ass began to plump beneath her. She adjust herself, and moved her hips as they gained several inches in circumference. Soon, she was forced to duck slightly so she could see properly. The miles rolled on, and her head gently brushed the ceiling of the car. It was difficult to steer properly like this, and every bump jostled her. Her hair was pushed slowly to the sides as her shirt tightened. Her petite breasts began to swell up to a shapely elegance, sending bolts of pleasure as the seams of her top slowly tore away.

She had realised what was happening, and as she began to approach the security checkpoint that would lead  her out into the world, her muscles tensed, bunching and tightening as her strength multiplied. However, a dazzling smile was enough to make the guard blush and almost drop his machine gun. It didn’t look like it could do that much harm to her anyway. She smiled, cheekbones sliding higher as her face was sculpted further into a personification of beauty. Her large eyes beheld the mortals around her, analysed every one of their thoughts and movements. Her hair lazily trailed to waist length, and she felt herself being pushed forwards by her swelling ass towards the steering wheel. Her burgeoning breasts met the wheel first, growing heavier and more sensitive as she scrunched further into the seemingly shrinking cabin. 

And then she was past the border and out. It was not long before her power exceeded the need for the vehicle. She let it roll away; useless. The goddess reborn stood, past eight feet tall, taut with muscle and dimpled with soft curves, wise as the ages. Whatever that woman had been was a meagre start, and it was gone now. She flexed, and expanded further, her breasts, ass, and hips straining to an even further exaggeration of an hourglass. Indeed, some of the old power was left at least... Tattered cloth fell to the earth, exposing her Junoesque figure. She felt the power trickling through her, in these still semi-mortal veins. She felt the mortal inside, still not fully embracing the ascension. She could feel those two men, still thinking about her, wanting her. She snapped a finger, and she became clothed in a set of the strange garb of this era. Her ass and thighs thickened again. Worship, power... She needed MORE.

Jessica wasn’t bad, she was just drawn that way, and Roger loved her for it. When she found an original studio pencil, what could she do but give it to her beloved man, so that he could have just a little more of her. But she could never have guessed just how bad her Honey Bunny wanted her; just how much of a pillar of strength he needed her to be....

Where do these Fetishes (sexual and non) come from?

Theory time, esteemed public!

Someone asked me about how I got into BE & gts (etc.), and composing my long-ass self-centred answer made me wonder - What about the rest of you all?

Why do you think you’re into this stuff?

Remember, there are no wrong answers ;)

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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