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Crescere finished off her drink which had unfortunately lost its freshness before heading over to her boyfriend’s house, hoping he liked her new outfit. As she continued walking, she felt a weird, warm feeling wash over her. Then she noticed stares coming her way. Was it just her, or did everyone seem shorter than usual? She looked down, and paused for a moment.
She was definitely taller than before, and her height wasn’t the only thing that was growing. Her black long sleeved shirt was starting to ride up her stomach, the sleeves seemingly crawling up her arms. Her shorts were starting to feel tighter on her skin from her growing ass and thighs.
“Oh fuck!” she exclaimed, hurrying to try and get to her boyfriend’s place before she got so big her clothes tore, wondering what had caused this.
Her breasts starting tearing her shirt straining and begging to be freed, and her leggings were starting to ever so slowly tear to allow an opening for her blossoming bottom. Crescere slowed down to a saunter, starting to enjoy the stares from the people she towered over now, almost as tall as the street signs she was passing.
She finally made it to her boyfriend’s house, and knocked ever so gently her growth spurt seeming to have stopped, smiling widely as she removed the tattered remains of her shirt and short leaving just her incredibly strained bra and compression shorts clinging extremely tightly to her new heavily endowed curves. She wondered how she would even go inside. As her ass was clearly going to be too wide to be able to fit through the comparatively tiny front door. “Hi honey, I’m here!” she called impatiently, wanting to see his reaction to her new and improved body. Upon opening the door her boyfriend was greeting by his newly grown Goddess.

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