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adolescent skinny stick of a girl transforms into a hyper-hourglassed amazon

In the number of years I've been writing, I've literally never done underage content. I don't know what possesses some of you to ask and to keep asking. Stop.

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Expanding My Channel

"Heya, so - Two things about me are definitely certain. I have little tits and a big social media addiction. Hopefully, after today, the first will match the second - if not, well, maybe therapy will shrink the second to match the first!"

This fifth take finally sounded good and I pressed pause. I'd decided to just lean into the kind of desperate insecurity energy I was giving.

What can I say? I'd been fantasising about having huge tits since forever.

I adjusted the oversized cow print top. I figured that if this didn't work, which it probably wouldn't, then the outfit would provide some comic relief.

I grabbed my glass, and continued recording.

"Yeah, sorry for the milk - I ran out of bottled water."

I began stacking the boxes of pills.

"So, I know what y'all are gonna say. That's a lot of pills. PSA: I do not recommend trying this. Not that you can for now, actually. This was the last of the company's stock before they'd gone off the radar. I'd even bought what I could get secondhand from other creators. Shout out in the comments to those guys!"

Anyway, here we 'grow'!"

I made a mental note to add a subtitle 'professional comedian' to that terrible pun.

I knocked back a small handful of pills. Then I drank some of the milk. I repeated the action again, then again, and so on, until I'd taken ALL of them.

I finished my glass, and dabbed at my mouth with a paper towel, careful not to mess up my makeup.

"Well, guess we'll see how that worked out soon! Follow for Part 2!"

I adjusted my hair, and rerecorded my outro. Perfect. Sure, it was only going to be seen by like 20 people, but every channel has to start somewhere. I nervously ran a finger over my chest. "Please work." I whispered. A shiver ran over me as I let my imagination run wild, clutching my phone.

"Cleavage... Wouldn't that be something--"

And then the shiver became a tingle, and everything became unfocused.

How chronically online am I that I had to be staring at the photo I'd impulsively uploaded to my socials to believe it?

Despite the shifting as thighs rubbed together and the shivers that ran across the skin in the wake of the growing tingling euphoria...

Despite the beads of sweat slowly cooling on the face before plummeting into the slowly deepening valley below, where a warmth still continued to build...

Despite the sounds of creaking taut cloth and snapping thread commingling with unconscious soft moans and panting...

Despite the straps digging into traps, elastic tightening across ribs, the occasional pinch of a fibre splitting, and the shifting of the fabric as it slowly stretched a little more...

Despite the weight pulling down, forcing the back and shoulders to straighten...

Despite the casual disappearance of my feet from my unfocused field of view...

My hands roamed, explored, squeezed, stroked, rubbed, and lightly pinched. My nostrils flared, taking in the scents of my sweat and sex. My ears took in the sounds, making my mouth dry as I gasped and groaned.

All my senses urged my eyes to believe what was happening to me.

And yet... It was not until after some conditioning or instinct pressed, that I could even conceive.

I don't remember taking the photo, not editing it, nor uploading it. The sound of a notification pulled me from the haze. My hand was slick as I looked at the screen. One Like, then another, then another. A moment passed, and suddenly they were flooding in.

I was feeling a little strange - not bad, far from it - really good, actually, but, something was... different.

I was distracted, however, curious as to what was getting so much engagement. I gasped as I saw the photo, and in that moment one of the straps of my top half ripped off - it must have been the strain of the ongoing swelling. I cried out, bewilderment, ecstasy, fear.

"What the fuck?!" I screamed, as my hand flew to a breast that had gone from the size of a lemon to significantly bigger than my head. I hefted it, my eyes still fixed on the photo. My next "what the fuck" was strangled pleasure exploded in my brain - now consciously thinking, feeling, and processing what had happened - hell, what I realised was still happening, as the shoulder strap tore fully off - the barrage of sensations brought my to my knees, my heart pounding with my breath racing to keep up.

It felt... Beyond good. I couldn't help it. I moved my hand again, and another moan was torn from my throat.

In that moment, I knew I had lost control. I shakily placed the phone on its stand in front of me, staring at the photo - me.

"So big..." I murmured, my hand finding my other breast.

I groaned as the fabric tightened, the new inches of titflesh pressing into my palms. I shook, my fingers moving almost of their own accord.

"Ahhh," I moaned, staring not down at my boobs, but still at the screen, though I was now several cup sizes bigger than the woman staring intently at her breasts in the photo.

Maybe my mind couldn't process the reality yet. The glow of the screen reflected in my eyes as I pawed at my growing tits, slumping lower, the cold floor against my ass barely registering in the face of the inferno of feeling from my chest.

"Fuck! So biiiig!" I groaned, relief and excitement flooding me as the other strap gave way. My hands continued to move, pleasuring my breasts as they grew. Gentle circles across my expanded areolas, the occasional flicker across an engorged nipple, hefting and taking in my breasts' weight, plying at their firm but soft surface, marvelling over the enlarging teardrop curve.

The elastic in the top continued to stretch, but not enough to prevent what had once been threads and stitches popping from becoming little rips and tears. The fabric grew ever more taut, squeezing my boobs, slowly tugging up and riding higher.

The flesh exposed must have been bigger than my entire breasts had been - at this point, my areolas were probably catching up on and surpassing that mark. I say "must" because I was still staring at my phone. Comments, like, and shares kept flooding in. My tits stared back at me from the screen, unapologetically enormous, though less so than the gargantuan pair I was now sporting.

My thoughts were too suffused with passion.

"Bigger..." I groaned. My tits obeyed.

"Bigger..." I repeated, and they complied.

The woman in the photo stared at me, enraptured as I was, daring me to do it.

I thumbed a nipple as big as my own thumb, and released my other tit, pulling my hand out from under it. It quaked against my thigh, each ripple making me moan.

I picked up the phone, still vibrating as my post blew up. I stared at the woman on it, and felt myself shift, as the last of my shirt gave way.. I'd been looking at her for who knows how long, trying to process that size, fascinated, titillated...

"Not bad," I whispered, pressing the button. I watched the loading icon. My arm ached from trying to stretch. I'd had to use a timer instead, crawling and almost rolling to get into position, completely unfamiliar with my body's centre of gravity.

Sure, it was banned within 20 minutes by the app, but that was more than enough time for me and y growing tits to go viral. I don't know how many times I came as I watched my post soar to number one on the app.

When I came to, I was dizzy. Luckily, I was lying on something soft and warm.

Though I could feel my phone buzzing somewhere within my cleavage, this time, I didn't need a post to notice what had happened.

"Holy fucking shit," I screamed. "This is going break the internet!"

The only question was how I would reach my phone...

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My Sweet Sapphic Scientist's Sizeable Secret... Surmounted

Sweet girl, thinking I'd settle for this - pretending you'd be content with just this...

We're gonna go bigger.

No, babe, cut the shit - I've seen your browser history. I know exactly what stuff you're into. Teach you to use my phone AND leave the tabs open. I swear, you may be a scientist, but sex breaks your brain, darling. Heehee, silly girl, imagine what it'll do to you when I'm even curvier than you've already made me...

I guess you were too horny to be surprised that I agreed to "your" idea so quickly. Yeah, "your" idea - don't think I haven't been dropping little hints and shit so you'd finally work up the courage to ask me. "Hey, babe, we've been together for a while, and I've been meaning to talk to you about something..." I have been waiting for you to get on that shit, and wow was the payoff worth it. Best anniversary gift ever.

Anyway, you and I both know this is a good start, a great one in fact- I mean, look at me. Or, you know... do more than look, mmm... yeah.

What was I saying? Right - tonight, baby, we are going all the fucking way, so now that you've copped your fiftieth feel, baby girl, it's time to take this to the next level.

Nuh uh - none of that backtalk from you, missy. Heck, I'd threaten to sit on you, only I know you'd enjoy it - which makes it even more tempting. However, I know both of us want... even more of this, haha.

Now, be a good girl, shut up ,and make me another one of those little cocktails. Then, as a reward, I'll let you eat me out while I grow.

That sound good?

Haha, thought so, look at you running to your little science kit. Wow, you've made a literal sex goddess, and that dig still gets a rise out of you. I love you so much, babe. Don't worry, didn't mean to diss your "complex apparatus" - believe me, me and my curves respecting the hell out of it right now.

Damn, I'm soo fucking horny.

Mmm... That's it, getting mixing, science girl. God, I can't wait to have these thick thighs around your head. You're gonna look up at me, your tongue out, licking me out, to stare into my eyes... Except these melons are already too big for you to look me in the eye when we're lying down, and after I drink the next batch no amount of me sitting up is gonna help. Aww, poor baby girl, I guess you'll just have to imagine my cum face. Heck, you might not even be able to hear it - these thighs are gonna get so thick that you might get lost down there.

Hehe, feeling cold, or your nips just enjoying the conversation? Want me to help with those? I'll even let you have a go on these... once they tear their way out of this negligee. And to think this thing was loose when you bought it for me!

I wonder how big I'll get... Maybe this second batch will be enough to satisfy you. I fucking doubt it though, my little perv. Not sure which of us is more of a slut, though I'm definitely the biggest one, and the next batch is only gonna make that more certain.

Ooh, is it soon done? I can't wait to grow for you...

Tell me, babe... ever fucked anyone with tits like these? Ones you can fit your head in between? Ever tongued a pussy between thighs that could crush you, mmm...? Well, I know for sure you ain't never had an ass like this.

Damn, I can't wait to fucking rip out of this stuff. I wanna drive you fucking crazy, baby. I think you've unlocked a kink I didn't even know I had... it's like, something primal. I'm just... so big... and it just feels so good, I love it. Like, look at me...

Look at my titties, they massive, down my whole ribs - heck, when this top comes off, they're gonna cover my whole damn torso. They're gonna grow so much, you'll be able to see them from behind, or can you already do that? I know you trying to check. Fuck, it felt so good the first time, and they're so sensitive now, I can't even imagine how amazing it's gonna feel when I grow again, and with you touching me this time - I'm gonna need all the help i can get, I'm already too big for just me to handle, let alone... It's gonna be a fucking smorgasbord for your eyes, hands, and tongue, babes.

Heck, you know I was foolish, thinking I had wide hips. What the fuck are these, girl? It's like I'm... fucking made for sex now. I swear, they're like twice as wide as my shoulders or something. I love how your hands feel around them, and on my thighs too... Damn, I'm so fucking thick now. I feel like I could crush a watermelon, but like, they're soft too somehow? Look, when I flex, you can see that shit, muscles for days... mmm... but I'm still all smooth svelty for you babe.

You still prepping... Ugh, I want it, but hurry and get over here. I can wait a little more for that, but not much longer for you... Look at this ass, babe. It's built for two, and I'm lonely all by myself here.

Hot damn though, I ain't even talked about this thing yet. Ridonkadonkulous, I'ma say, hahaha. Hey, but if this ass is a shelf now, I'm looking to upgrade to a muthafuckin' table. If I sit on your face now, you gonna need a scuba tank. When - and not if, biatch, you heard me - hussle with prepping it already - WHEN we go for round 2, you best believe you gonna need a damn pressure suit, because even with all the muscles Ima get to haul all this sexiness around, I ain't gonna be able to keep yo hands off me - not that i have any intention of even trying to stop you, quite the muthafuckin' opposite, girl.

So... is it ready yet?

Wait, seriously, ten more minutes... Ugh!

What's a girl to do, cmon! I've got places to grow!

Hahaha, your face is fucking priceless. I don't know if you're more turned on by the sight of me turning myself into a literal fuckdoll, or just me talking about it.

God, I want you so much. You sure I can't have it now?

Pretty please?

Ugh, "unstable", what does that mean?

Blablabla, the potency hasn't stabilised to a guaranteed maximum, how are you even able to use these long ass words when you have a prime piece of ass right here, wet as fuck, for the fucking taking?

Yeah, so take me!

That's better, come over here and let's have some fun while we wait...

Mmm... your lips are so soft. These are soft too... mmm... Just like that...

Oooh... Mmm... That is nice. Okay, maybe more than nice, haha. Ohh! Someone's handsy... I like that.

Ahhhh... Oh, let me turn around....

Holy shit! Oh fuck, no no! Don't stop! Do that again! FUCK, that is so s-s-sensitive.... Ah!

Mmm... Oh my... Are you always gonna be like this when I'm even bigger? How will you even get any work done, babe?

I think so too... God, I want to be your fantasy. I can't wait to gr-- Hey, it's changed colour! It's ready!

*glug glug*

What do you mean 'what have I done'? Only just made all your fantasies come tr--

Uhhh... oh my. Oh... oh wow that feels...

Oh fuck.

Wha- ah... Ahhhh! Oh my--!

Holy shit, it's-- ahhh-- working, babe! It's working! I'm growing again! Holy fuck, it's so fast! It feels sooo good...

Ohhh, relax babe, it's going GREAT! Ahhh! Holy shit, look, it's ripping, look at my titties! *shriiiiiiiiip* Mmm... watch 'em grow. Wait no, don't just watch, fuck me!

What do you mean what's happening? Can't you see me becoming the hottest bitch on this fucking planet right now - don't you dare stop moving tho-o-ose fingers! Shit!

Mmm... my ass, haha, goodbye little tights! *shriiiip* They're all just too small for widdle ol' me.

Yes! I am getting bigger... aha, just for you babes. I want you to be fucking obsessed with me. Mmm... don't stop. Don't you ever, ahhh--No, I do understand! Look how thicc these are gett--

Ohhh wait, is this some roleplay shit, think I saw... ahhhhh... on one of your sites. Oh I get it now, yes... I'm growing all over, right? I'm becoming a giant, is that it? You greedy little... mmmm... fuuuuuck... Mmm... yes, I'm gonna be your giant, babe, yeah, just keep going. I love how you're so into this fantas-- Wait, don't stop, keep... harder! Don't go softer!

*shriiiip*

Wait, why does it feel like... are your fingers getting smaller? Wait - Holy fuck! I-I am growing! ALL of me. What the-- Oh my God! I'm getting so-- and it feels so-- Oooooh!

Ohhh, fuuuuck! Our bed! How much am I gonna keep-- Shit! the wardrobe! What are we gonna-- Our apartment!! Uhh... It's not stopping! Babe, did you seriously start fucking me again?! Oh, fuck, don't stop, it feels so gooooo--

*crumble*

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Pools to Planets

The ground shook as I shot up another 2 feet in just a moment, my bikini bursting, revealing tits swelling far faster than the rest of me.

My nipples were so hard, and I was so horny that my legs were shaking. I collapsed to my knees, my body over yours, looming ever larger, blocking out your view of the sun behind me.

It was a simple matter to rip away your trunks, even as my ass obliterated the lower half of the bikini.

"So fucking big... So... Fucking..."

I looked straight into your eyes, lowering my pelvis towards your tiny frame, adjusting myself as my entire body swelled, dwarfing you even further.

"Fuck," I said with a sense of finality, pointing at you, the ring you'd given me for my birthday exploding off my finger. I felt you squirm against me and moaned.

I continued, feeling more and more of you slip deeper. It only made me hornier, which made me grow faster, which made even hornier...

"No, wait!" you yelled, but I was losing focus on you, consumed by what pleasure you could give me. Something about the rest of the concoction? You tried waving your arm, and I saw something reflective in your hand as you tried to throw it. Too late... It, like you, was trapped between the canyons of my thighs. I was so big... Three, no four times your size, and more in a moment...

Soon, you'd fit just perfectly.

After that-- My thought was interrupted as I looked around, realising my body was almost bigger than the pool, and that it showed no signs of stopping. And then you were fully within, your writhing making my scream echo over the resort and nearby jungle.

Soon, you were an increasingly diminishing little throb from inside. I was so horny... I needed more. I scanned my miles of surroundings, before spotting the ancient obelisk from the temple we visited yesterday.

I grinned, groaning as the wind made my mountain of exposed curves tingle.

I took a step towards the temple, crushing a building in my wake, ignoring the screams from below.

Soon, I was at the temple. I had grown so much that the obelisk now looked fairly average. Heck, when I was just a normal, puny mortal, you'd have been proportionately bigger... But still, it'd for now.

I sank on to it, and the monument ran with my juices.

I set my sight on the next target, my thoughts clouding, only able to think about how I would next pleasure myself. All else faded forever from my mind.

I spotted a range of nearby peaks, and I bit my lip in anticipation, as the obelisk cracked beneath my gyrations. My tits and ass had grown so much, and the unfamiliar bouncing sensations drove me all the wilder. I screamed, the mountains returning my call as the obelisk snapped and fell to the ground, pummeled. Shakily I stood, and began yinealk, unable to resist touching myself.

With every step, my gargantuan frame towered ever further. Cities were soon small to me.

In little timesm, I reached my new fuck toy... The Andes. I stood astride the range, my pussy aching in anticipation as I descended, my cum melting the snowcaps.

So good... I groaned, as my body rocked back and forth, seemingly desperate to ravage the entirety of South America. Each thrust drove me miles, perhaps leagues bigger and ever curvier.

Soo good... For now.

The cool tingle of each ocean on either side of me heightened my arousal. For one last time, a memory surfaced - the pool, you smiling a f carrying me on your shoulders, me laughing - determined to do the same, and so oddly turned on when I managed to carry you. The thought of being turned on brought me back, and the atmosphere reverberated with the carnal exultation of a goddess, as the Earth began to shrink to a blue sphere, buckling under my labia.

Soon, it would slip inside, and soon would be too small to give me the pleasure I needed.

I grinned, groaning as I flexed, and the planet popped like a grape.

So horny...

My voracious gaze turned to the cosmos before me.

Lust always finds a way.

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Okay so what exactly was in the stuff you dropped in the pool because this Bikini used to fit me... and I'm pretty sure a few minutes ago you would have been taller than me. How tall are you anyway? Six feet? Shit... so I'm like twelve feet tall!? What the fuck did you do to me!? Calm down!? Why should I... oh... oh fuck... I feel..."

"Fuuuuuuuck I'm growing again... ugh it feels good... like really good. What's that I get bigger when I get emotional? What about turned on because this feels really, really... uh oh"

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A Bootyful First Date

I wasn't aware as we were walking that you were shrinking. Soon, you were puffing a little to keep up.

My dress was slowly tightening, riding higher and higher as my ass continued to swell. What had been a little wrinkle had stretched, and now hugged every increasing inch of me.

I had been too busy thinking about what a lovely first date we were having, how handsome you were, or something smart to say... How much I wanted to kiss you. With each step, I began to imagine doing a whole lot more than that together...

You were such a gentleman. At my door at 7 sharp, though I knew you'd been waiting with flowers since six thirty, and dressed to the nines in your suit. You'd opened the car door for me, and made sure I got the best spot at the theatre. You remembered my favourite wine, and asked me about all my interests. Your comments were thoughtful, funny, insightful, and charming... I was head over heels.

I loved noticing the other part of you too, that hunger as my hand "accidentally" slid my dress a little further up my thigh.

Sweet desserts and compliments made me crave you. My heart fluttered, and the fizzy champagne made me giggle. Conversation made me long for caresses. Something was in the air, and your hand felt so good in mine as we headed out from the restaurant.

I could barely contain myself in the car, and we were smiling from ear to ear.

The car parked.

"There's something so special about you..."

"Really now?

"Yes. I've never... Would you like to go out again?"

"Would you like to continue our date a little further?" I winked. Your surprise and blush was adorable, and I giggled.

"I meant a walk in the park." I leaned over and kissed your cheek as you opened the door. I fell for your smile in that moment.

"Or did I?" My husky voice sent shivers down your spine, and I languished sexily, letting your eyes roam me. My dress felt so perfect against me then, hugging my every curve, tantalising you for what I was slowly realising I was going to give you tonight.

It felt very tight indeed around me. I let you have a good look, before meeting your eyes, my lips just a little parted, chest rising and falling fast.

You wrenched yourself to come around to open my door. I leaned, meaning to touch you more than I needed, feigning a need for help getting out of the car. It turned out I did actually need some help. My dress felt constricting, making manoeuvring out of the car difficult.

I steadied myself against you, breathing on your musk.

"I want you..." I muttered, then realised I had spoken aloud. "-to take me out again soon," I hastily finished, blushing myself. I'm sure we both had more than an inkling that I was lying.

"The park's just over there, past the bridge and on the left," I said. Your hand was warm in mine. I pointed towards the bridge ahead. I live in a touristy part of town, and a throng of people were taking photos of the canal from the bridge. You stood on your toes to try and see over them. "I'll take your word for it," you chucked.

I didn't mind that you were shorter, in fact, I had always liked short men who were confident. Something about the combination was very appealing to me, and the fact you were gorgeous and charming didn't hurt your chances with me either. In fact, your chances were increasing with every moment, I thought, as I felt a strong flush of arousal tingling through me even more strongly.

I squeezed your palm, and began waking towards the people. It was a bit tough, and my outfit was not making it any easier. I idly wondered if I'd bought a size too small. As we parted, walking in single file, I wondered if it was maybe two sizes. I hoped you were at least getting a good view from the back. I smirked - I knew you were - you'd certainly been taking in the sights a number of times already.

Soon, I stopped trying to talk. There were too many people and, well... I was getting more and more distracted. Moving through groups of sightseers seemed harder than usual, and no wonder... All I could think of was that bulge I'd noticed you trying to hide before opening my door. I felt so wired...

I just thought the date was going really well, but it was going so much better than I could have imagined...

We began crossing the bridge, and the tingling only grew stronger as crowds pressed around me, against me, flesh on my flesh. My breathing became laboured, and I felt self-conscious, all these hands so close to my ass. And then those feelings stopped - It just felt so good.

The tingling grew stronger, and I bit my lip as I walked through. I couldn't have noticed how widely the crowd had to part now for me. I couldn't feel one thread after another begin to tear in the press of people from the outside and my flesh from inside the garment. And I couldn't hear you beginning to yell.

I wonder whether you were more scared or aroused as you chased me, desperate to get through the sea. The fact that they were my ass' captive audience can't have helped.

Why watch a little man shrink even smaller when you can watch the world's biggest ass thicken further, faster, and sexier? Why listen to your pleas for help when my sigh reached a moaning crescendo, my burgeoning thighs shaking with arousal and expansion? Why move for you, when that would take them further from me?

My inhibitions were lost in the valley that was slowly ripping right through my dress. It's almost a shame, it was a really nice dress. Almost... Those tattered rags have never looked better on me than they did that afternoon.

I wasn't wired. I was fucking horny.

I would have stumbled if my broadened hips hadn't steadied me. I did pause, however, which allowed you a moment to slip between the many pairs of legs between us, but not long enough to close the distance as I strode forward again, a whole lot of woman with a single minded purpose.

"I - think I've -ahhh - changed my mind about the park" I panted, not noticing as the dress split further, exposing ever more delicious curvature. My ass must have been double the width of my body, but I wasn't done yet, and neither were you.

I took another step, and that became the equivalent of three- no, four, for you, as my derriere strained my under, which now looked kioe a thong.

"My place is just round this corner..." I turned right, and all my eagerness flowed into my voice, "and I can't wait any longer, lover boy."

My heels collapsed beneath my increasing weight, and I giggled, hurriedly kicking them off.

"I'm sure you don't mind..." I murmured. Perhaps you did, but I doubt it. Let's me honest, you didn't. Your instinct kept you running after me, but if you'd caught me before my keys turned in the lock, if you hadn't had to leap through the gap as I shut it behind me, blissfully unaware of what was transpiring between us... There's no alternate reality where you'd have even considered stopping me at this point, knowing all this, and, well, a lot more at the rate I was growing, was about to be yours.

"Bedroom. Down the hall. Now."

I switched off the bedroom light before coming in, and stood there in the door. Only our quick breathing could be heard, until I posed against the door frame, which creaked in anguish as my cheeks straddled it. My purr reverberated through me, and I couldn't resist running a hand down myself.

I don't know how to describe what I felt. Going into shock is generally something experienced in distress, when the mind cannot process a negative experience. What do you call it when it's something beyond your wildest fantasies?

My hands explored the explosion of curve below my waist. My eyes widened and I whimpered and moaned at the sensitivity, unable to take in the magnitude of the sweeping hips, the sumptuous thighs, and the vast ass beneath my fingers. We both stared in adoration, watching in fascination as I grew even more bottom heavy. The only thing developing even faster was our arousal.

I looked up, as if seeing the world for the first time. Then, I noticed you... Tiny now. I looked at your frame, unchanged but scaled down to maybe a quarter of your original height, and saw you shrink an inch or so. The tingling in my ass strengthened, and I gained a heck more than a measley couple of inches. The wooden frame I leaned on splintered. This only piqued my passion further, and my nipples ached against what could only generously be considered a dress now.

Our eyes met and a long moment passed as my growth continued.

"Well, not exactly what I was expecting on a first date..." I whispered, slowly approaching you. You looked so tiny and cute, but still so handsome. I noticed your arousal - it wasn't difficult, but it was certainly hard. In fact, harder than I'd ever seen. I don't know what your cock looked like before, but it certainly didn't look like it had lost any size at all.

"Fuck me..." A quite exclamation.

I was closer, towering above you on the bed. My hands were on my hips, almost as wide as the posts.

You looked down, and any mixed feelings you might have had about the situation immediately died.

"Turn around then."

Your voice sent shivers through me, and for all that the power of even one of my legs was more than enough to overwhelm you, I found myself turned around, as my sopping panties snapped, falling uselessly to the floor beneath my gargantuan ass.

I felt your hands on me, waning slowly, ebbing a little smaller. I continued to do the opposite in spades.

"Bigger..."

I don't know whose lips that came from first, as I felt the press of your shaft.

Either way, it was a prediction for the next couple of hours. We probably should also have predicted that the wooden floor might have some issues with several hundred pounds of ass being railed atop it.

I'd say it's lucky I had home insurance and savings for some custom outfits, but, realistically, now you've helped me set up my website, I don't think money's going to be much of a problem. I suppose we'll see... I am a growing gal, after all.

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The Intervention

Rooftop. Now.

I send the photo along with my message. If my text wasn't enough already, I know this will have you running up here as fast as yours legs will carry you. After all, a man can only resist so much.

I look out over the city. Up here, it's so far beneath my feet. This is how the world should look all the time.

I wonder how you imagined I'd be content growing to just 5'7''?

Out of habit, I turn on my camera to check my makeup.

"Perfect," I whisper. My azure eyes smoulder with a smoky, piercing intensity, and the arch of my eyebrows is enticing and dangerous. I note the contouring on my cheekbones, and my bronzer and blush - all to die for. Even more so are my lips, their natural hue enhanced just a little.

I don't even need to check my outfit. As I feel the wind tousle my hair, blow dried into perfect curls, every inch of the lingerie hugs my delicious curves.

Feeling the tightness arouses me, and I look down at my phone again, sitting on my palm, its bottom edge touching my wrist, the top going just past the end of my fingers. 'This thing will soon be useless', I think, not bothering to read your message as I let the device tumble off the edge of the building.

I shiver in anticipation, and then I hear the roof door creak open.

"How did you get in-" you start. I smile as I hear you gasp, as words fail you at the sight of me in the flesh.

And who could blame you?

"So baby, this is basically a fucking intervention."

I turn, meeting your eyes.

"I’ve brought you up here from that hole you work in to show you an idea...to give you a taste... of how things... how I could be."

I don't break eye contact, but shift slightly, letting a ripple of movement make my ass cheeks quiver, my stockings and suspenders straining.

"Oh yes?" you ask, smugly. You haven't understood the situation yet, but you're practically drooling already. I sigh, stoking embers of lust.

"I'm here for more..."

"Is that so? Well-" you start to say, but I turn slightly, letting you see the the fishnet struggling to contain my breasts. Your cockiness dies as my next sigh hints at a moan, accompanied by the groan of the latex straps.

"Wow" is all you can force from your lips.

"Well, that's an understatement," I purr, as the door swings behind you and you take a few steps towards me, "and soon... any words you have will fall short of me."

Your eyes are practically popping out of your head. Just like me from this lingerie. I figured wearing this little number would work.

"This used to fit so well... until..."

I pause, biting my lip as I feel a heat deep within me as I recall that feeling of growing - power and pleasure, and my pulse quickens.

The reverie forces me to work to keep my face and tone relaxed, as I slacken the line, reeling you in slowly, but there's nothing I can do to hide my nipples perking up... Good, I hope you see that.

"But that's not enough... Just imagine it, baby. Me, as tall as this skyline. As big as- bigger than this city!"

I run a hand along my thigh and up my ass, letting my hand rest at my hip.

You open your mouth, your mind struggling to formulate words, overcome by me.

Unblinking, I croon, "And you know you can do it."

"You shouldn't be here-"

My voice is soft and deadly: the subsonic growl of a tiger, a steel dagger sheathed in velvet.

"-You know."

"Babe..."

Your attempt at sternness is endearing.

No mercy. I press - more fuel to the fire.

"Now, take a good, long look at me before we go down to the lab together."

Soon, only one part of you will be left with any firmness at all.

I crook a finger, beckoning you one step, then another. As you get close, I raise a hand, my freshly manicured nails glinting as I signal you to stop just in front of me. In the past, that might not have dissuaded you, but now I've got you wrapped around my finger... Soon, that won't just be figuratively.

I point down, motioning you to kneel. I can't stop myself grinning as you do, like a willing subject. Except, I don't want you to be 'like' a subject, nor should there be any question of 'willing'. I want to be utterly irresistible... even more than I already am.

Holding on to the railing, I stick my ass out and lean towards your face below me. This is making me so wet, and it only feels better as I hear a couple of stitches tear.

I lower myself until I feel your hot breath between my thighs. The heat and aroma of me must be overwhelming, even with the wind. My body is telling you how turned on I am, how much I want- no, need this. My thong feels so tight... I can't wait for it to explode off me, even harder than the last one.

"This is so hot..." you groan.

I start to slowly rise, gradually straightening my legs.

"Fuck..." is all you can murmur.

"Soon, pet," I reply, stroking your face, dragging my nail over your lip.

I lick my lips, and my voice becomes more excited, heightening along with me.

"I want you to picture me stretching out, growing taller. My legs will be getting longer, and I’ll slowly rise beside you, sliding up to match, then surpass your height. Not only that, but I’ll be thicker than you can dream; hips so wide you won’t even be able to wrap you arms around them."

When I feel your hand touch my thigh, I turn quickly. Your hand falls away with the motion, and I look down at you from on high, smirking, before leaning forward, letting my chest breasts against your face for a moment before I lift them just out of reach. Your eyes watch them sway from the momentum.

"God..." you say, and my eyes glint in satisfaction as I see the erection pushing fervently against your trousers.

"Yes?" I reply, raising an eyebrow and arching my back, hands on my hips, sticking my chest out. It strains against the bra further, and I my pussy aches as I feel a thread snap. A nipple is sticking out from one of the gaps in the netting but, truth be told, it's too big to easily fit through the hole, and is fraying the already worn bra further.

"This was my favourite lingerie. It's almost a shame it'll soon be totally and utterly destroyed... almost."

The pressure and the roughness feels incredible, and the heat inside me pulses, growing... just like I want to. I want to be touched, by myself or you, but first...

"I've already..." you protest.

"I want my chest to stick out a fucking mile," I interrupt matter-of-factly, moving back an inch. My voice and look are far off, as if I can see and am conveying that image, my flat sincerity letting you know I'm not being the least bit hyperbolic.

"W-we can't!" you whine. I would chuckle if I weren't so fucking horny.

Teeth gritted, I look straight into you, both imploring and commanding - wanton above all else.

"I need it," I say, moving my arms closer to my body, my elbows slowly pushing my breasts together, deepening my cleavage, mesmerising you, "...to feel my bra tightening, digging in as my boobs grow bigger and bigger."

Fuck, I can't resist. I grab my boobs, marvelling once again at how they already spill from between my fingers. I imagine how amazing it will be when they're even bigger. That thought makes me moan and I lean closer.

I'm briefly thankful I got new boots - I'd never have been able to balance in my old, smaller pair... Plus, I'd never had any as sexy or as high as these.

Sweat beads and cools on my brow, as I press my breasts against your face. There's plenty of them to share... While I knead them, your tongue is there, ready and waiting to serve. I moan again, louder this time, as you latch on to my nipple.

"Oh yessss... I want to feel my nipples growing in your mouth, filling it..." I say, leaning against you heavily, now pressing my breasts to cover as much of your face as I can. "...while my tits get heavier around you."

"Yes..." you echo. An admission, as your will crumbles. You will be mine.

First the carrot, now the stick.

With one hand, I grab the railing, lifting myself a little. Your tongue strains to reach my aching nipple, and I cup your chin, holding it in place, just out of reach. I lift myself a little more and rest my breasts on top of your head. For a moment, I let you grope me - partly to give you some relief, and partly because I'm struggling to resist just fucking you right now.

My panting turns to a smirk as I slowly muster myself, letting your urgent reverence to my tits continue, stroking one of your hands gently. Then, feeling balanced, I let go of the railing. I'm still cupping your chin, and my other hand stops and holds both of yours as I straighten.

"Of course, I’ll pick you up when it gets too high," I consider, casually. I rise to my full height, raised even further by my heels, and look down at you through my heavy lashes, my expression cold.

"Well... the lab is empty today apart from me."

As if I didn't already know that.

Warm, affectionate, I beam at you. "I'll hold you safe in my arms against my chest..." I gush. I stifle a triumphant laugh, letting it come out as a girlish giggle, "and I'll even let you lick my titties!"

"...While my tattered lingerie falls among the wreckage..." I finish huskily.

Towering above your kneeling form, I release you, watching your hands go slack.

"Maybe we could... but only a few more inches..." you whisper.

I turn away, concealing my smirk of disbelief at that testament.

I face the city, looking down at the tiny people... So far beneath me.

"They’ll worship this ass," I muse, taking your hand and letting you stand beside me. With these boots, I'm only a couple of inches shorter than you. I place your palm on my ass and squeeze your fingers tight against a handful. "Mmmm... but it’ll always be you who made me enormous," I say.

You look troubled, but there's no resistance as I lead you back and through the door, nor as I open the lift and pull you in after me.

The lift begins to move.

"The real clincher though?" I hiss, pressing you against the mirror and kissing you savagely. "Do you have any idea how horny this alone is making me?" I gasp, my tongue lolling at the taste of your lips.

It makes me want... "More..." I groan.

The numbers on the interface sink lower and lower, and so do I, as I press my face against your crotch. The heat and hardness are just what I want from you... I kiss your cock through the material, it pulses, straining for more, your hips bucking involuntarily. I press harder, feeling my new muscle work to keep you still.

Your ragged breathing is turning me on so much, and I shimmy, letting my sensitive nipples drag against the cloth, moaning softly. I'm louder as I grip your bulge hard, standing again. I look into your eyes, just above mine... 'For now,' I think, grinning, as I move close to you again.

I see your gaze flitting between me and the security camera pointing at us. I could have found a way to disable them, I suppose, if I'd cared.

"Soon, that won't matter anymore," I whisper, as my mouth finds your neck.

You groan. Between nipping and sucking, I murmur, "You think it's good now, don't you?"

"Aha..." is all that you can get out, as my embrace tightens, my lips and nails leaving lovemarks all you over you.

"Just imagine what I’ll do when it really starts..." I growl.

My voice is low, and it seems to echo for a moment until a 'ding' brings the lift to a stop.

"Well, big boy... Here we are..." I say, strutting confidently into your laboratory.

I move past several pieces of equipment towards the back, where I know the apparatus is.

I resist running my finger across the cool metal and glass and, with a deliberate slowness, I lean forward against the wall.

I wait, but I don't hear the machine working. I turn to look at you, my lips slightly parted, gazing into you.

"Do you like me like this?" I ask, my voice insipid with faux innocence. There's the faintest echo, and I can almost hear your heartbeat speed up.

"I... do."

You rearrange your glasses. Your nervousness is cute, and it's only riling me up further.

"Really?" I continue wryly, before putting on a higher-pitched bimbo voice. "So... You like me with bigger boobs and a huuuuge ass, with reaaaally thiiick hips and thiiighs too, riight??" I wink, wiggling from side to side, making my curves jiggle.

"Of course, it's just that-"

Your fingers are on the apparatus, unconsciously moving towards the button. I follow up, now comforting.

"That's great! And I bet you love me being tall too, huh, baby?"

I see you sweat.

I press against the wall, letting my breasts smooth and spread against the cold tiles, stretching on to my tip toes. I allow myself a light moan.

"I already said I'd make you grow more, okay?"

I beam inside, but I make sure my concern seems genuine as I reply, "Hey, what's the matter? We both want this right? Don't you think you deserve to get what you want?" I croon, then lighten my voice. "Don't I deserve that too?"

You're silent for a moment, your eyes flicking from me to the apparatus.

"It's just... fuck it." You sigh.

My chuckle of triumph is masked by the loud hum of the machine coming to life, and a light glow envelops the room.

"Indulge yourself... Indulge me," I purr, running a hand up my leg, pausing at my hip. As the hum becomes louder and the glow brighter, I feel my nipples harden against the cold tile, and I move my fingers to my vagina. The sound is heightened, and my breathing becomes a series of ragged, high-pitched gasps in time with the machine, moving faster as it speeds up, and so do my fingers in my clit.

"I hope you're-- ahh-- ready," I say, turning my head and winking at you.

The machine whirs faster.

"Yes... Yesss..."

My legs are shaking, and I can barely contain the anticipation. I want to wait until it starts before I come, but I'm so close already. I can hardly take anymore, I want to grow and come so bad. The sight of your hand on your cock... The smell of my own juices... The cold tiles against me... The pulsing yearning as I finger myself... The feeling of my tits dragging against the wall, higher and--

It's started.

Ohh...

Ohhh... "Fuuuck!" I cry, feeling the energy pulse through me. I turn my head away from you pumping your cock, watching myself as I slowly rise higher from the ground.

My breasts are still pressed against the wall, but it's as if they have a life of their own, pushing back, nipples slipping from their prison, which is only tightening more and more around the rest of the engorging breastflesh.

The latex at my waist twists and groans, stretching to accommodate my hips. I squeeze my legs together, aching from horniness as they elongate and thicken.

"You're getting so much taller and thicker..." you say faintly, overcome by wonder.

"Mmm..." Is all I can reply, as my panties gain several more rips, and my boobs strain the bra to its utmost. I can feel my shoes tightening as I gain a couple more inches in height.

"Ahh... I want more..." I moan, fingering myself faster. The feeling is incredible. I feel stronger, sexier, taller, more beautiful... "BIGGER!"

Before I know it, I'm right on the edge, about to climax...

"Yes! Uhhhh..."

The machine's vibrations suddenly die.

I turn, as from within throes of pleasure, alarm and upset emerge.

"Hey! Why'd you stop?" I demand, panting.

I look down at myself.

"Holy shit!" I'm astounded by the size of myself. Even not accounting for the extra boost from my straining heels, I can tell I'm several inches taller. I look over my humongous breasts, feeling a small rip from my bra as I try to shift my boobs to get a better look at the boots, which I can feel have been ripped a little by my enlargement. However, as I grab them, I yelp at how sensitive they are. I catch myself as I stumble, and my nipples slide once more against the tiles. Suddenly I feel the warmth of your hands as you strain to steady me.

In the wake of my growth, the touch feels electric, and I squirm, turning to lean against you, my breasts making me groan again as i brush you.

"I'm so sensitive..." I whisper, looking... Straight into your eyes. I'm still in heels, but sight of this makes me so wet. I feel massive as I look straight into your eyes. It's all I can do to stop myself going on to my tip toes to try and look down at you. Instead, I feel you stroke me, as my breathing slows, relishing in being touched.

"You look amazing," you say, your hand on my cheek. You seem to be trying to be a gentleman, but I feel your hand moving closer to my tits each time your hand goes from my neck to my collarbone, and closer to my ass as it moves down my side.

"Don't I just?" I murmur, leaning against you. I enjoy feeling of you have to steady yourself, not something you'd have had to do before when I was smaller, even if I'd have jumped fully on to you. Well, now...

"Touch them. I want you to explore the work of art you've made..."

You freeze, and I feel your grip, and something else, stiffen.

"Look how far we've come, mister." I say, lifting a thick thigh to brush your hip, before setting it down again. I move my face towards yours, and you reciprocate. Your lips are rough against my plump soft ones.

"Mmm... I feel good like this don't I? Better than before..."

My voice tickles your ear, sultry as I slip your fingers over my curves. My fingers feel longer, and though my hands aren't as big as yours, there's a strength to me that's new as I push your digits to close around generous handfuls.

"Fuck... I can't even hold your tit anymore," you breathe, and I shiver. As my lips move to your neck, I reply, "I like seeing you try nonetheless..."

I shudder as your hands grope me. It feels so good, so right, being so... big. But it's not enough.

You start to try and remove my bra.

"Tut tut. None of that, now..." I pull your hand away, and you don't resist.

"Why not?" You reply, grinning, your heart beating hard against your ribs, unable to contain the excitement in you.

I move closer, pressing against you, enjoying it as you take a step back at my advance. I kiss your fingertips one by one.

"Wouldn't you rather see it explode off me instead?"

Your face grows serious.

"Look, I said no before--"

"Mmhmm..." I nod, my kisses lowering from your neck to your collarbone.

"--and I've even made you grow again now!" Your voice rises in pitch as I approach your stomach, slowly slipping to my knees.

"A-and..." You stutter. I unzip your pants.

"Mmm..." I sigh, pulling your cock free.

"It's just not-- a-- goooo--" you falter, as my lips engulf your manhood. Back and forth, I move my head, my hair falling over my face as I suck your cock.

"Fuuu-- ohh, that feels so good..." I move faster, my licking more intense, running over your hardness. "H-how-- W-wha--" you groan, and I feel the veins throb in your dick.

"Jus' 'ook wha' I can do 'ow..." I murmur around a mouth full of cock.

"Deeper..." you groan, and I shake my head. You try to pull my head closer, but I pull back.

"I can't... You're still too big." I mewl. That'll get you going.

I begin to feign tiredness, gasping between licks, raggedly sucking. I can feel your frustration, and I keep my tits just a little out of reach of your desperate hands.

"Unnghh!" You groan, your hips bucking, and your fist hits the wall in frustration as I continue to edge you, again and again. I can taste your precum, feel your cock pulse every time you're close to coming. I've never sucked your cock this long or well - I doubt anyone has, but it's driving you mad.

"Please..." you groan, and I shake my head lightly, the sensation of the movement only titillating you further.

I pant more, affecting a high and worried voice. "I can't do it... It's just too much!" I whimper, though I'm grinning inside.

I move back, unlocking your fingers from my hair. Then raising myself a little, I push my breasts together around your throbbing manhood.

"Don't you just love my huge jugs? Look what I can just manage now..." I giggle, as I spit to lube the head of your cock more, and begin bouncing.

"Aha," you reply, thrusting hard. The heft of my new tits is incredible, and it feels intense. They're aching to grow more, and I find myself getting lost...

My movements are calculated and deliberate for the most part, but it's hard to maintain control, and I get close to making you come many times. 'All the better,' I think to myself, seeing you grow more desperate.

"I wanna taste you again, but my jaw hurts..." I whine, as I slow down again, looking up at you.

"We could always fuck..." you suggest playfully, but I stand up, shaking my head.

You're still breathing hard, and your cock looks fit to burst. I enjoy a moment of looking down at you on your knees.

"Wow, so soon?" I tease, poking you playfully on your cheek.

"Babe, it's been ages. I wanna-- NEED to fuck, to come..." you plead, standing up. I could swear I'm already a little taller, as your eyes meet mine.

"We could..." I consider, stroking your cheek.."But, you know, I'm having some trouble handling all of this..." I muse, idly stroking your cock. "Might be better if I rest for a while..." I trail off.

My voice doesn't sound the slightest bit tired, but you clearly don't notice.

"But, the energy from the machine, it should have made you--"

I stretch, seeming taller, and my huge breasts brush your chest. Your eyes widen.

"Well, maybe it's just a little fluke, perhaps if we just gave you a little more, then--"

"Yes!" I snap in excitement, shimmying over to the wall and laying against it, striking a seductive pose. I'm losing control, and am being way too obvious, but luckily, it seems you're pretty far gone. You're already cranking the machine to life.

"Ohhhh..." I pause, struggling to remember your name. All I can think about is growing more. "...You're going to love this." I moan, then more softly, I whisper, "and so am I..."

The light flashes, and I'm blind for a moment, overcome with pleasure.

I can FEEL it.

Feel myself growing, stretching up and out, getting bigger and bigger!

I scream in pleasure, unable to hold back, doubling over as I feel leather and latex shred under the force of expanding flesh.

"YES!"

My bra rips clean in half, the shreds flying, leaving my pendulous tits to quake, bigger with every movement. I seized and begin to fondle them, biting my lip as my nipples force my own fingers apart relentlessly.

"Mmm... Ohhhh!!"

The euphoria intensifies, and I groan as I feel my ass snap the elastic of my panties, trapping the thong in between my burgeoning asscheeks.

"Fuck... Grow!"

I move a hand down, roughly caressing myself, eliciting more screams of pleasure from my lips. My fingers trail swelling thighs, feeling a stocking tense, more and more, as I gain inch after inch in all directions. I take a ragged breath. Then, they snap, smacking my buttocks and sending a rippling pang of pleasure, making me gasp and go weak at the knees.

However, I have little time to sink, as my stockings begin to shred. As I feel the material rip, the tightness in my shoes is unbearable. It's painful, but I'm so turned on that it only adds to fuel to the fires of my lust.

I try to scrunch my toes, only to exclaim, "Fuck, there's no room!"

I grit my teeth, and my fingers move faster, trying to keep up with the rhythm of my growth.

"I-- d-don't--" I say, feeling the leather beginning to rip, and exposing the backs of my calves.

"-NEED YOU ANYMORE!" my yell becoming a shriek as I come violently. I feel my beautiful new boots tear open beneath my swelling feet, ankles and calves.

My footing is unsteady on the remnants of the boots, and I grab at the wall behind me, my fingernails digging into the tiles, holding me up. Muscle ripples beneath my sweat slickened curves as my strength multiplies. As I lean back, I feel my ass pushing me forward, and my back sliding further and further up the tiles as I get taller. The remnants of my boots beneath my feet, tiny and almost forgotten, groan and start to buckle under my weight.

'How much am I growing!?', I wonder, my hands fondling my swelling tits as coherence is obliterated.

"So biiig..." I can't even tell whose voice that is echoing anymore.

I can vaguely make you out, getting lower and lower, standing behind the machine. Watching you crane your neck up and up and up turns me on, but not as much as watching you disappear as my tits, which, like the rest of my curves, are growing faster than the rest of me, block you from sight. They're so big I can even see my feet, each larger than my head, and counting. My hands move to my hips, the lower part of this perfect widening hourglass. My thighs quake and flex, as if aching to crush something. I can hear my own voice, announcing every time I come again. And still on I grow...

"No... More..." I shiver, shaking as the thrumming slows to a halt once again. I find my fingers deep in my pussy, but I can't bear to remove them.

"Babe... you look incredible!" Your voice sounds far off and scarcely registers, as I look down, marvelling at my body, gasping.

I can hear you flicking machine switches, but I can't even see you anymore. I'm leaning against the tiles, much higher than before. I lean forward, craning to peer at you over the biggest breasts I've ever seen... My breasts. I inhale in excitement, and they seem to swell even further, though the machine is off. My heart is still thumping as your hand moves nearer to the dial. I wonder- hope you'll press it again. A craving settles over me, stronger than before when you close the control panel and stand. I almost say something, but I'm momentarily distracted at how much smaller you seem now.

You stare at me, open-mouthed. I can't wait for everyone to look at me like that...

"You're huge!" That pleases me, and I smirk.

"I know..." I whisper, as I examine my hands. My fingers are longer, and I see the band of a ring, stretched open. "Soon, that'll snap right off," I muse.

I hear your footsteps approaching... tentative, though, not quite afraid... Yet.

My gaze continues down my arms, sleek and soft, but I feel a strength, and undercurrent of power beneath the surface, ready at any moment to seize whatever I want. I already know exactly what that is, but first...

I look down at my cleavage. In between, I spot you below me, staring up at it too.

"Nice, aren't they?" I growl softly. I part them slightly, testing their considerable weight. Each one is huge, bigger than my head, and huge compared to yours.

You're stood a couple of paces away, but you don't come any closer.

I consider smothering you with them, but instead merely say, "Want to feel for yourself?" as I take a step towards you. The broken shoes flap annoyingly beside my feet, and I am tempted to rip them off, much like the shredded bits of my panties still clinging to my waist.

"I... uhh..." you say, and I peek through my breasts, nodding expectantly at your mesmerised expression.

I stop, looking down, and release my tits, feeling them slap the top of your head and your forehead. You seem stunned and, despite the feelings of confidence and power surging through me... so am I for a moment.

'How tall am I?' I wonder, trying to guess. You're about 6'2'', so I must be... 7? 7 and a half? "No... I don't even have the shoes beneath me anymore... I must be about-"

"-8 feet tall," you finish. I hadn't even realised I was speaking aloud.

"Wow," is all I can say. I didn't expect you to make me grow this much, not yet at least... I figured it'd take way more persuasion than that.

We're both silent for a moment. I look down at my tits. I can feel them brushing your forehead. I place my hands on your shoulders. They don't feel so broad anymore. I jiggle my breasts lightly... Tingly. I want more, though. I bend my knees until I feel my boobs brush your eyelids, obscuring your vision. Your breath is hot and fast against my torso. Your hands move to my hips. The smell of my perfume is heavy, but the air carries a faint metallic tang from the apparatus. I look at it again, the source of my ascension, and I shiver. No doubt you think that's your doing, as one of your hands squeezes a hopelessly thick buttock and the other finds my pussy... Well, well, that does actually feel pretty good... Perhaps a little palate cleanser before we continue...

"You know, knowing how much you want me to grow... It's- it's really turning me on."

You freeze and I wonder if I've said too much and if you'll spook again.

"I just... want you to touch me right now," I sigh unevenly, bending the long way down to kiss you, letting my breasts brush against your body as I descend. I need to coax you closer, tighten the snare even more...

I linger, letting your smaller lips work over mine, my fingers tracing light circles over the shirt covering your back, feeling your small hands brushing my arms. I shiver, and continue behnding until I'm kneeling. I'm so tall now that, as I do, my forehead is level with your chin.

I look up into your eyes.

"You made me grow so much that last time..." I say, conveying innocent wonder.

"Yeah... I may have got a little carried away..." you murmur, wrapping your arms tight around me. There's so much more of me in your arms. Your tone is nervous and your pulse quick as you say "I... umm... It's okay, right? I didn't give you too much right?"

"Too much doesn't exist..." I reply softly, tilting my head to look up at you. I feel your heart beating even faster, and your erection presses harder against my expansive cleavage. My nipples strain, in need of a good sucking...

"You're loving this, huh?" I ask, carefully unbuttoning your shirt and kissing your chest. I'm not used to bigger fingers, and I just want to tear it off your body and have my way with you now, and I'm sure you'd like it... But it might make it take longer to persuade you to grow me bigger.

"I really am," you confess, your cheeks tinged red.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of." My voice carries certainty, as does my tongue, as I pull your shirt off. My hands explore your back muscles, and I breathe in your scent. Your hands are in my hair, slowly rubbing my scalp. You feel so good at this size... But you're going to feel even better when I'm bigger.

"I've never come so much as just now when I grew..." I whisper, looking up and into your eyes. "You did that."

"Maybe I can give that machine a run for its money..." You still sound nervous, but there's an eagerness.

"Let's find out... You have a go, and then we'll see how the machine holds up against... This..." I say, as I unbutton your trousers, slipping them down and pressing my palm against the hardness in your boxers before you can think about the implications of what I've just said. I elicit a satisfying groan, telling me your focus is successfully occupied.

Your hips buck, and I squeeze your ass with one hand, unable to help myself, grinning, and I press my hand harder against your crotch, making your cock twitch again in your boxers.

"I can't wait to finally be able to fit you fully," I say, and you moan in agreement as I rub, making you tent even further. My finger is in the waistband, tantalisingly close, and your hands grip my hair tight. I playfully kiss your chest again, letting my tongue loll and slide down you. I feel so fucking powerful... But I want more. I want to literally have you in the palm of my hand.

Speaking of palms - I squeeze your ass again, maybe a little too tight, and you wince, but I see you like the pain. I slap your ass, not with my full strength, but maybe a little more than I intended. That grimace is accompanied by a groan, and you pull my hair...

Fuck it. I grab handfuls of the boxers and pull hard. The sound of the cloth shredding makes me so wet.

"There it is... My monster," I say bending down and letting my hot breath run over your cock. I start to work up some saliva, and gently kiss your balls. I can't believe how low I have to bend for this.

"These are full of a special something for me, aren't they?"

"Yeah, you want..." Your confidence trails off as my fingers wrap around them, but what silences you is my mouth, in one swift, fluid motion, taking your entire length.

'This feels so much better at this size,' I think, feeling the heat from your cock, my tongue exploring, as if for the first time, the veiny hard surface of your dick. I move back and forth, coating your cock, then lingering at the head, my tongue lapping your precum. You gasp, but I won't let you move, one hand pulling your tight ass close, the other fondling your balls. Like you fucking want to move anyway...

I feel you swell and I know what's coming. Part of me wants to keep going, but it's nothing compared to the rest of me that wants to keep growing. We won't be risking any post-nut clarity... Not yet at least.

Slowly, deliberately, with a loud sucking sound and a pop, I release your cock. You groan.

"Keep going," and I look up at you, one eyebrow raised. "Please..." you say, your voice cracking. I shake my head silently, and your hands release in my hair. You are desperate and at my mercy.

I let more saliva drip down on to my massive tits. They're too big for me to lubricate them properly like this, but it'll do. Not that you'll complain. As if you ever thought you'd be lucky enough to have an Amazon like me even kiss you... Let alone...

I feel my own arousal growing as I lift my breasts. They're so fucking heavy... the tautness of my arm muscles feels almost as good as they do. But your cock between them... I moan as we both stare at your huge cock completely disappear. Before all this started my little boobs could even close around it. When I'd arrived here, after the first couple of goes with the apparatus, you'd made me just big enough to get my tits to form something for you to fuck. A few minutes ago... Who fucking cares.

Now, my tits are so fucking huge that your cock is drowning in them. I don't need to prompt you to start fucking them. I feel your ass muscles clench against my hand as I push you to fuck harder. I say it anyway - I want your every thought bent to me and making me grow.

"Fuck these tits -" slap slap

"-these titties you've made so round," slap slap slap

"so full," you're groaning with every thrust. I let go of your ass, letting you thrust freely, and you redouble your efforts, trying to match the power that just my hand gave to your hips.

I pinch my nipples, looking at you and drawing ina breath. "-so sensitive," I pant.

Then my eyes move down, drawing your gaze.

"-soo BIG... That you're gonna make even..."

I gasp, moaning. You're so hard, and you're hanging on to my every word.

"-even" I let the word escape, then moan, as if I can't finish my sentence.

There's a tension in you. You need to hear it.

"-eeeven..." I say, rubbing your hard cock faster. My tits are so big that your cock doesn't even touch my torso.

"Bigger!" you grunt, and I feel you about to come, but I'm so turned on that I drop your cock and I immediately lie down, spreading my legs. 'Fuck it, I'll risk it.' This was supposed to drive you nuts with desire, but you coming at the thought of me growing is hotter than I could have imagined!

"Fuck me!" I moan, mashing my tits together, my pussy dripping.

I feel your hands on me, so small, so eager... Then they're gone. I look up, confused.

You're moving away.

"What are you doing?!" I cry out, frustrated and horny. I begin to sit up, but only get as far as on all fours before I hear that coveted hum.

I don't even have time to gasp before it hits me.

My ass.

My tits.

My pussy.

My entire body.

My tits swell, pooling on the ground, and I feel the weight and curve of my ass and hips increasing. I spread, taking up more space, stretching...

Everything seems silent in the din of my moaning. All I can see is you edging yourself again and again beside the machine, and I see stars as I feel myself grow, and grow, and grow.

Eventually, but all too soon, the pleasure of the pulsing expansion slows. I watch, mesmerised, as my tits continue to spill over my hands as my breath begins to even out.

I compare myself to the nearby railing - 10 feet or so, I recall from the lab plans. My shoulders and calves stick out beyond each end. I shiver again, coming at just the realisation of this. The things I can do with this body... I slip a finger into my pussy, gasping at the wetness and sensitivity - an echo of the ecstasy of growing. I begin to make circles, slow and rhythmic, like the pulsing of the apparatus, and I let my fantasies run wild. "Bigger..." I whisper, as my panting slows enough for me regain the ability to speak.

I don't need to look at you to know what you're doing. I hear your grunting, the slick sound of hand against meat. I listen, all the more turned on knowing you must not be able to take your eyes off me.

And who could fucking blame you?

I'm enormous... Each of my tits alone must be the size of your torso. My ass could cover half your body or more. I look at my reflection in a screen I must have accidentally shattered as I grew. My face is that of a serene demi-god. I flex, watching my body ripple, curves and muscle. I feel so strong, so alluring, so powerful...

As the growth slows to a stop, I turn.

"I don't know how many times I've just come... but I feel hornier than ever."

I look to your cock, glistening with your own cum, but still rock hard. Then my eyes travel upwards to meet yours, and I wink.

"Bet you wanna make me bigger."

Your pumping increases.

"Bet you'd love to see these hourglass curves swell even more, wouldn't you?" I ask huskily.

"Faster," I whisper, licking my lips.

"Just imagine... fucking me as I grow bigger and bigger, coming all over your cock with this giant pussy, putting my massive tits in your face, so heavy you can't even lift them... Till you can't even handle all of me..." I moan. This is definitely to persuade and entice you further, but I'd be lying if I weren't incredibly turned on by the idea of this too.

"Aha..." you grunt, jerking yourself off. I pinch my nipples, nodding in encouragement.

"Do it for me. Come as you pull that lever again and make me grow. Cover my gigantic ass as it grows!" I gasp.

You keep pumping, biting your lip.

"Yesss..." I hiss, almost there myself.

The veins in your cock are standing out. You're almost there.

"It's time, little man. Get ready for me to rock your world." I groan. I can almost feel the sensation, a hair beyond reach.

"Unghhhhh!" you groan, at the edge.

"What are you waiting for? Turn it on, now!" I moan, desperate with anticipation.

Your hand hovers in the air a moment, then moves back down to your side. A troubled expression crosses your face, but then you focus on pumping.

An unexpected anger flares within me for a moment, and I extend a hand, reaching and knocking aside your fingers from your cock. You stumble a little. Whoops...

"Do it now," I say, firmly. Your brow creases, and I lighten my tone. "Then you can finish that!" I wink, licking my fingers intent to begin to returning to touching myself.

"Babe... we can't..." You sound parched.

"I thought you were a real scientist?" I mock, fluttering my eyelashes, trying to keep a cool head, though something inside me boils. I take a deep breath, focusing on enjoying the sensation of my huge chest propping me up, smiling as I think about how much more I will soon be.

You've taken a step back.

No...

No mercy. I press - more fuel to the fire. I trail a long finger along your quivering thigh, flicking your erect cock lightly. You wince. You look painfully horny. Good.

"I-I am a real-- I just... Look isn't this enough?!" You say, gesturing wildly at me.

I remain expressionless, letting your eyes roam over me, my huge bubble butt, pooling tits, thick hips and thighs, and the rest... all of which I'm struggling not to touch - I repress a smirk, imagining how much worse it must be for you. It must be almost as hard as your cock, this attempt of yours to be rational - you're obviously failing, or you'd know you lost this battle the moment you picked up your phone this morning...

I let you keep staring, looking for words, before you realise I haven't replied. I let my eyes bore into you, giving you the answer you already knew.

If I stood, I think I'd be about twice your height. Still, it wouldn't do to resort to unpleasantries - not when this fun game can continue. "You wouldn't leave a wanton woman waiting, would you?"

I gently rub my thighs, and I'm surprised as a scent wafts from me, potent, raw, and sexual. The pulse at your neck quickens.

"I mean, you grew me so much just now without me even asking... Why is that? Did you want more of me? Don't you still?"

I lift my leg, showing the ruins of a heel hanging from foot... tiny. I feel so strong, so powerful... I want you to worship this body.

"You know, no one's stopping you going further, getting what you want - what we both want - what we deserve." I croon, as you gulp. I reach out, carefully stroking you.

"Or perhaps you'd like to savour this? Work yourself up towards growing me even bigger?"

I stroke faster, gently bumping him towards me with my other hand.

" Hmm... You know, if that's it, perhaps an interlude might be fun."

"Babe, I want you so bad..."

"I know, believe me, I can feel juuust how badly you want all of this..." I say, gripping your cock, "and more," I add in a whisper, and I feel your cock pulse. There's only so long till you activate that machine again - we both know it.

I leave one hand rubbing your shaft, but move the other towards myself. With painful slowness, I start pulling the ripped tatters of my thong from between my asscheeks, loosing a long, light moan as I do so.

"Fuck... I can't believe this is real - that this is actually happening," you gasp, as I slowly spread my legs and begin to raise myself.

"As if you could ever dream anything this spectacular," I chuckle, smacking my ass. I sigh, and pull you in for a kiss. Your lips move against mine, and your hand caresses my face. Your touch feels more delicate now, more reverential. I like that... You trace your fingers over me, and I shiver. The sensation makes me realise how much I've changed. My features feel different, more exquisite and beautiful, as if even more refined. "Mmm..." I purr. "Very nice... But your mistress is impatient... and wants to be fucked." l shove you backward towards my ass. The number of steps you have to take to get there sends chills down my spine. I am so fucking big. I continue to lift myself on to my knees as you walk. "Get your ass back there, boy. There's a whole lotta woman who needs a whole lotta fucking now."

I stop lifting myself as I feel your cock against my vulva. It feels more intense than I could have expected, and I smell my juices before I even feel the wetness. I look back as your hot hardness moves into me, making me cry out. I'm so big... I can't believe how good your cock feels though.

"So-- sensitive--" I manage to choke out between gritted teeth as you start to thrust.

Your hands feel so good on my hips, your arms spread and resting on the shelf of ass in front of you. I push back against you, almost bowling you over in my fervor before I exhale deeply, trying to keep calm and let you do the work.

"Ahh... Yes! Juust like that!" I find myself saying. "You feel so big and hard in me," I moan, as you keep thrusting. Every grunt, every thrust, your smell mixing within mine, the roughness of your hands gripping piles of me and my curves... It's all so much. "H-how can it feel soo... Uhhhhhh! GOOD!" I cry, biting my lip and closing my eyes, unable to focus on anything else.

"Mmm... your pussy feels so amazing. I love pushing up against your ass!" you say, smacking my booty.

"You like all this?" I ask, desperate to for the words of worship.

"Yes! I love your huge, gigantic ass, swollen and round against me, too much to handle!"

"You will fucking handle it if I say so!" I growl, pushing back against you, almost bowling you over. Your cock only seems more eager as I push harder against you.

"Yes!" you answer quickly, compliant and horny.

"I want you to fuck and worship every-- Ahh-- inch of me!" I say, my voice a shaky rasp, as I pinch my nipples.

"I will! Yes!" you pant.

"And it'll be difficult, because there'll soon be even more of me to praise, isn't that right?" I retort, reaching to help you thrust harder into me.

You don't reply, and I feel an anger rising.

"Isn't that right!!" I repeat, pushing you as deep as you can fit into me. It's too much - the sensation overwhelms me, and I scream in pleasure, coming and letting go of you. I shiver, my pussy on fire. You haven't stopped thrusting, but I come even harder as I hear your voice.

"Yes..." you groan, and I feel you on the edge of coming. Your cock is so full, so hot and hard inside me. Delicious...

I have to force myself to pull away, away from that cock, that cum I want soo badly inside me.

I pant, moving further away from you as I feel you trying to put your cock back in me.

"Babe--"

That petname is starting to irk me. You should be addressing your better by a more appropriate title. I shouldn't let that slide--

"I really want to. This is like my fantasy come to life, but--" you start.

With a simple move, I pull you forwards, and you trip, face first, into my pussy.

"If you want to be forgiven for that, you'll put your tongue to better use for me. Now, worship me. Seek redemption, and perhaps I'll let you come."

You don't even protest, but begin to eat me out doggedly and thoroughly.

I let you keep going, and you know better than to let up for longer than a breath of air. As you pleasure me, I squeeze my thighs, just a little... it wouldn't be a good idea to crush you now... I need you for that machine.

Finally, I relent.

"You have my permission."

You don't stop immediately, your face buried in my cunt. This has never felt so good, but I don't mind as you stop. However, as your cock touches my pussy, I turn fully around towards you, raising myself to a sitting position. Even like this, I'm much taller than you. The feelings coursing through me - pleasure at the literal manifestation of a god complex... it's distracting.

"Who said you could fuck me?"

I raise a stern eyebrow.

"But, you said..."

"I said you had permission."

"Yeah... so why aren't you letting--"

"You thought to fuck?" I grin cruelly.

"Well, yes..." you say, confused.

My other eyebrow raises.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Better. No, that wasn't permission to fuck, though you've done an excellent job." I can't hold on any longer to the pretentions of meekness. I'm losing it by the moment, with every inch of growth.

"So, Mistress, what do I have permission to do, please?" you say meekly.

"I think we both know..." I say, looking at the machine. behind me.

A word escapes your lips.

"No?" I ask, as if I can neither believe nor understand the statement.

"Look... this is fun, but... It's getting... dangerous!" Your voice is panicked, and you look around, as if someone else will back you up - be the voice of reason. There is no one but me. I am your world now.

"I know what's best," I reply. My voice is level, but unbending. This is a statement, not a correction - reminding you of an established axiom. There's reassurance there too, an undertone telling you to give up, because nothing is in your hands any longer, and soon, the same will be true of the whole world.

You try to start speaking.

I put a finger to your lips, and bring you towards me, in an embrace.

I smother you in my breasts. They're literally inescapably massive now, and almost your entire body seems to fit between them. Just then, I feel a quiet pulse, and I'm unable to suppress a moan at the sensation... or the sight. My tits just grew bigger. All by themselves.

"The time is long past that you could say no," I say. My voice is calm, but we can both feel me getting wet again. I kiss the top of your head, and feel another pulse. A low moan escapes me, and I shift, feeling myself expand again. It's not as powerful as the apparatus' effects, but it's stronger than the last burst I felt a few moments ago.

I regain most of my composure.

"I don't even mean because I could physically make you do it now - and we both know you'd have no chance," I say, feeling a creeping flame lending further and further strength to my muscles, and pouring fire to my loins.

You shiver, but your cock flexes. My nipples harden as they expand a fraction more.

"No. The moment you found out that I wanted to grow even an inch, and you knew you could give it to me, that was it for you, wasn't it?" I whisper, stroking your cheek and hair, my breath shallow as I feel my heart thumping just like the humming of the apparatus. My ass knocks over a cart covered in electronics as it swells. My curves seem to still be growing a little faster than the rest of me.

You say nothing.

"And that's why you're so special. You saw a glimpse of what I could be, how much more..." I falter, as I see my legs begin to lengthen. I try to hold back a scream of pleasure... It feels so good. I continue.

"You're just --holding back because the idea of your ultimate dream has begun to manifest... and that scares you." I wonder if you've realised yet... That I'm growing even without the apparatus now.

"It-it does," you admit; a small voice of a small man, but with big purpose.

"Good," I growl lightly, pressing my breasts together. I feel the air exit your lungs, and I hold for a moment before relenting, then let you take another breath.

You look up at me, your expression wild with fear and confusion.

I do it again, feeling you seem to shrink as I grow, and my tits grow even faster. Inch my inch, my boobs swell till they can cover your whole body.

I look down, then raise you higher towards me, reaching to bring you to my lips. I kiss you as you pant, then turn you and let my hot breath wash over your ear as you shake like a leaf.

"Fear is something you'll need to become accustomed to, my little subject. All of you will."

"What do you mean?" You ask, your dread only thinly masking fascination and... longing. It must be obvious now that I'm growing, as I lean back, holding you with ease in one hand, my breasts gradually closing the distance between us.

I look into your eyes, watching my face slowly shift, my features ever more refined.

"We both know the answer to that. You're going to use that apparatus, one last time. And you won't switch it off. In fact, you're going to disable to override switch."

With one quick motion, I raise your body to my lips, and lick the cum off your cock.

I linger, gently sucking your cock, my huge tongue gently working your shaft until I feel another rush of cum.

"Mmm... you taste so good." I murmur, setting you down.

"You can hardly stand, can you? But hurry now... make me a Goddess."

You begin to turn the dials on the machine. I can hardly focus on looking at you, hardly notice you at all as you work.

I'm growing faster now, and my expanding body has started to knock a few things over. It feels at least as strong as the first few beams from the apparatus. I can't even imagine what it'll be like once it starts... once my apotheosis commences.

The beginnings of a familiar hum. My focus snaps to attention as I see the apparatus begin to glow. Gently, I pick it up, and place it deep within my cleavage.

You stand there, and we both listen to the hum. Any moment now...

"Babe?" you ask.

I ignore the infraction, and I begin to lower myself until I am as close to eye level with you, practically lying to the floor.

"Yes?"

"Remember me," you whisper.

My lips hover, inches from yours, and you lean in to kiss me, before a sudden rumble echoes through the room, and I feel my growth slowly accelerate. The burning lust within my heightens.

One last time, I look down at you.

"I've already forgotten your name," I respond - not an unkind sneer, but a simple statement of fact. I have no time, nor inclination to see your expression nor hear anything you might say, as the apparatus comes to life, nestled within my chest.

The word burns into me, making me...

"More...

so...

much...

MORE!"

'Finally...' I think to myself. I vaguely recall someone had once imagined I'd ever be content to stop growing, and I laugh at the notion.

Then, the thought fades, as I continue to ascend, the pleasure overtaking me, and the world, and beyond.

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My Ex, Hannah - Continued

Hannah grinned.

"What kind of a question is that, sweetie?" she asked, placing her hands on her thickened hips. You couldn't see her face, obscured by the huge globes of flesh above your head. However, her coy tone sent a shiver through you.

Hannah was bad fucking news - you knew that more than ever now, staring up at her expression, more insatiable than you had ever seen before, amplified along with the rest of her...

However, as she ran a hand up a thigh, such thoughts were far away as you watched it thicken before your eyes. Beneath the plush flesh, a muscle stood powerful and taut, working to lift the heaving, growing tits that had begun to block out the light from the ceiling above you.

"I dunno, big boy, do you think I can get bigger?" she teased, her legs lengthening slowly. She had grown half a foot already, and you'd have had to reach up a little to touch the nipples, bigger than thimbles, that capped the end of her teardrop shaped monstrosities.

"I-I… Yes?" you mumbled, as she leaned over, smirking, her ass swelling and dropping a potted plant to smash on the ground. Her eyes held mine, and your jaw was slack.

"You see, when you left, I knew you'd be back, but… you know what they say…" she said, hitting 9 feet, letting out a slight moan. She leaned forward further, keeping eye contact over the swelling mass of her boobs. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but jealousy makes my tits grow bigger…"

Hannah took a step forward, and you marvelled at the size difference between us. You were only up to her belly button, and her torso was one and a half times the width of your body… let alone the width of her hips and breasts, which were at least double or maybe even triple… and counting. She placed a hand on your shoulder, gently, but implacable and firm.

"…bigger than hers, and soon… bigger than her," Hannah breathed in deeply, her smile wide and hungry. "Would you like that, baby? My tits bigger than Lucy's whole body?"

"Yes…" you groaned, feeling her grip tighten. Last night, Lucy had told you she thought she was falling for you, but that was the furthest thing from your mind. Her other hand found your other shoulder, and you suddenly found myself rising, even as she rose taller, to 10ft. Thankfully for her she lived in an older building with high ceilings.

She brought you closer, plunging you between her breasts, each the size of a yoga ball. Firmly wedged within your prison of cleavage, she released you, stroking your hair, then she squeezed her tits together, bringing them closer to her. Massive as she was, her boobs dwarfed her, and even her long, powerful arms could not hope to get even close to all the way around them. Still, it was enough, and you surged towards her on a wave of tit, and she kissed you. Her eyes closed in bliss, and she sighed as her huge, full lips, perfect and plump with a defined cupid's bow, met mine.

Since it was the first time Hannah had ever kissed someone with such a size difference, she was a little too enthusiastic, perhaps. Her lips overwhelmed you, moving all over your face, making you flushed… you couldn't even imagine…

"what it'll be like when I suck your cock?" she said, seeming to read your thoughts.

She grew a few more inches, approaching the ceiling, her breathing faster, heaving behind her gargantuan chest.

"You'd like that…" A few more inches, and her cleavage pressed even more around you. Below us, something else fell over and smashed. "…Wouldn't you, Alex?" she finished, a feral look in her eyes. She licked her lips, and you was fascinated by the sight of her tongue, before she bit her lip and chuckled. This sent waves through her breasts, shaking you. She giggled again, seeing this.

"Aww… You're so cute, baby!" she beamed, turning around, moving towards her apartment door.

"Hannah, you think--" you began.

"Don't. Look where that got you last time, and where it's got you now." Her voice was authoritative, and you felt your erection throb. She grinned, ducking as the ceiling approached, and practically getting on to her knees to get into the apartment.

"Besides, you'd better save your energy… you're gonna need it," she continued, and the sense of finality in her voice made you nervous… and all the more turned on.

By time she had carried you to the bedroom, there was no 'practically' about the hands and knees situation. At 13ft, she was more than twice your height, and her curves had grown far more in proportion. Walls cracked as she squeezed her and myself through her corridor towards her bedroom.

At the doorway, she looked down at you, and stopped urging you forward with her huge hand.

"You're never going to look at another woman again… you'll never not be busty enough for you again, will you?" she asked you, an edge to her voice.

"Well…" you said, pushing your luck as you stared at her gigantic jugs. To say they were the biggest breasts you'd ever seen fell short of description. They'd have been too heavy for you to even drag, let alone lift.

Hannah's nostrils flared and her eyes widened. "What?!" she snarled, and yousaw veins running along the walls and plumes of dust falling as her breasts swelled to armchair size.

Her hand grabbed the back of your shirt and yanked you backwards towards her cleavage. Her head bent down as her body enlarged, hardly fitting in the corridor anymore. you guess she must be at least 15 feet by now, her body a ridiculous hourglass that would make a fertility goddess envious.

"I’m going to be the biggest, the best! You'll never leave you!" she said, groaning as she expanded "It feels so good…" she whimpered, then pulled you from her cleavage. She gasped as you brushed past a rock hard nipple, big as a plate.

Hannah shoved you into the bedroom, and you toppled backward on to the bed. The wall crumbled around her as she forced her shoulders through, and her boobs demolished the rest.

"Bet you're interested now," she said, as she placed one hand either side of the bed and slid the whole thing back. Her tits dragged past, demolishing the bedhead and smothering you before settling atop you. They were so big now that when she manoeuvered the bed under her massive pussy, her breasts were still touching you, taking up her entire midriff. As she lowered herself inexorably towards you, she ran a finger over your navel and below. "Mmm… Perfect." she murmured, letting your cock spring back, gently lowering herself further. Her gigantic thighs formed walls either side of you, and you could feel the heat from between her labia approaching.

"Mine." Hannah, said, the bed frame shattering as her weight drew downwards, and your cock caught the first stream of her warm wetness.

"All mine..." she moaned, and it was all you could do not to come right then and there, as you felt her start to grow again.

Would your pelvis (or the rest of you) survive? Unlikely.

Were you rock hard? Definitely.

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Secret Nightclub

Anya’s fingers moved, eliciting a deep thrum emanate from the stage speakers. It was a low, raunchy resonance, laying down the foundation for what was to come. The rest of the band soon added their instruments, and a slow slick funk coated filled the air.

Now, even the louder members of the audience were lulled to stupor. A hush fell over them as Anya’s low, husky voice began to croon the first lines of ‘Black Velvet’ as she sashayed gently towards the centre stage. A dusk of blue light, thick with the fog of dry ice, dappled her path and reflecting off the black leather outfit. The bait was set.

The remaining crew members, beginning to close the security doors behind them, radioed their last communication. "Expansion parameters optimised against pleasure ratios. Let's rock and grow, people!"

As she moved, the sultriness of her voice carried through into the movements on her bass guitar. Her fingers slid up the fretboard, and the rhythm pulsed anew, building upon itself. The audience was entranced now, fully hers for the taking.

The frequency enticed and overcame, and the crowd before her swayed only lightly from some preternatural instinct. Like the roar of a tiger, it left no room for rational thought. Anya gently pressed down on a pedal, and the speakers at the back of the club came to life, slowly swelling the chamber with sound.

As it washed over them, at the back of minds, a tingling was felt. The bassline was so heavy, so overwhelming... Sweat began to gather at foreheads, and breathing became ragged, in time to quickening heartbeats.

Anya’s- no, the voice, impelled and impassioned. The rhythm intensified, and glasses tinkled as they fell to the floor from slack fingers. A chord within the listeners had been struck, and they were still for a moment as the sound from the speakers reached out with an inexorable psychosomatic grip. Then they, or rather, their bodies, began to respond to commands layered within those frequencies.

A group of men at the front of the crowd shuddered. They had already dropped their beers, having become intoxicated by a far more potent arousal coursing through them. Now, it gripped them harder still, making their muscles, and more beside, taut with pent up passion that only continued to build.

With the next verse, a bachelorette party close behind were hit with a euphoric heat that rose from within. Hands met shirts and entered skirts as their nipples suddenly pointed tense and their loins moistened. A chorus of sighs of varying cadences escaped them, rising in a crescendo of volume and ecstasy.

Anya observed their reactions, and nodded to Ivan, the drummer. He slowed his fills and closed the snare, while increasing the hits on the bass drum. There was hardly any need. By this point the band were infused with their own sound as it was, and all that was left was to carry their eager fans further.

This was pink noise.

The soundwaves rose, and all through the room garments began to tighten. Staccatoed groans came as one by one, crotches bulged trying to contain erections that pressed hot and hard outwards, further than they ever had before, insatiable. A string of legato moans accompanied it, as labia coursed, trickling desire. The room too seemed to shrink ever so slightly as bodies too began to push outwards... muscles pumped, as if just after a workout; legs carried people higher, as if they stood on tiptoes; hips and booties that had shook and gyrated so much during the opening act would quake by comparison; and a press of evermore pliant titflesh...

In the middle of the floor, a tall, silver fox, surrounded on all sides, blinked and gulped for a moment as he felt a twinge as his cock hit the ten-inch mark. A little ahead of the majority of others, an almost cognisant thought approached his mind, before his manhood met the cold steel of his zipper as he burst through his boxers. Muscles had begun to lightly ripple through his arms, and his fists clenched once before he was enveloped back into the fold.

On the right, the thick, black-rimmed glasses of a tipsy college student, over on a break from the prestigious university she attended, tipped askew. She had carefully studied the terms before entering, but no amount of schooling in the field of law prepared her for the elation she felt as her wool sweater dragged over her rising nipples. She had started out the night as a generous C-cup, a bounty she had nurtured over the years with more than a few pints of beer each week. Her long, blonde hair, curled into ringlets for the evening, fell to the sides of her chest. Her bra tightened as her shirt rose, filling more with every note. She wobbled on her high heels momentarily, before some sixth sense discovered her new centre of gravity, adjusting her to the pair of Fs riding high on her chest.

Buttons pinged beside her from the more jerky growth another woman experienced. The psychologist’s deep eyes, normally filled with understanding, were glazed beneath a film of lust. Her lips moved in echo of the lyrics, growing fuller with each syllable. She sounded sibilances with a tongue that had grown just a little longer and more agile behind her now bee-stung lips. The cupid’s bow pinched a little in tandem with her deepening cleavage, and her tongue, like her eyes, rolled back, the former encountering a severely diminished gag reflex. Her hands found purchase on her breasts, which had bloomed from a flat canvas into a swirl of contour. In time with Anya, she moved along a scale, punctuating harmonics by worrying each nipple. Her body began to sag from the indescribable pleasure was indescribable, but the top heaviness of her new D cups above her waist was soon righted by a boom of growth from below. She would later spend much time analysing why she had kept the tattered pencil skirt as she scribbled notes in the book she hoped to publish. That cloth was approaching that destiny, even now stretching, and there was no hope on Earth that she would be able to pull the skirt down over her increasingly massive booty. Her ass pushed out, firming and delectable, inch after inch of smooth ebony skin with a hint of muscle beneath a gentle layer of body fat. The white linen shirt had long exploded, and the pushup bra would surely be next. Somewhere in her mind she looked forward to that, and would have smiled if she weren’t too busy groaning as she came.

Anya’s bandmates, fed by the cornucopia of growth before them, sought to play ever more powerfully, embellishing each new crescendo. Janks, the lead guitarist, bobbed her head, luxuriant in her new body. She had finally had her last operation, and felt more a woman than ever. She had only wished that she too could be subjected to the changes but, for this to work, all of The Muses needed to be playing, and the psychosomatic frequencies wouldn't be able to manifest in them. Even so, they all felt the backlash of ecstasy from the crowd sledgehammering into them. As she pushed down hard on the tremolo, she saw Ivan crash down on the cymbals, and upon releasing it back up a sound pervaded even through the dense atmosphere, joining and combining with it. Turning her head she saw the pants of several men in the front row split clean open and foot long cocks began to jut forward. The sight made her lick her lips a little, and she gave them a special treat. A series of quick hammer-ons and pull-offs saw veins bulge, and their hulking members, gained significant girth to match the new impressive length.

Among the players, only Janks could ever really maintain much composure. Anya was beside herself, and occasionally stopped to play one handed as she fondled herself. "How can she still sing doing that?" Janks muttered, not for the first time. Anya's pleasure interwove into the rising notes of the bridge, culminating to a shriek of ecstasy. Anya fingers raced down the fretboard, as her other hand began to play a second solo on her clitoris. Her twin strummings drove most beyond the brink too, and more and more of the audience were swept up in a literal growing tide of passion.

A bombshell whose flaming red hair was now well past her knees straddled a man whose bulging muscles had shredded asunder his entire suit, leaving only his tie in place. As she lifted a leg and began to lower herself on to his massive meat, it seemed as if her knees were sliding up beside his torso. As she sunk on to his dick - an elephantine monstrosity of easily sixteen inches and counting, her body expanded to take on the challenge. Her pussy wetly sucked at the penis, as around her body became sexier in all manner of ways, and she moaned, eyes closed and her forehead creased in concentration, her pale freckles standing out on her slightly reddened skin. The white strobes flashed twice before she raised herself and let out a yell, spearing herself upon the shaft. That action sent her from a leggy 5’10 to the height of a small giantess, easily seven feet tall by any estimation. She ground down hard on to him, determined to take him to the very hilt, boosting her at least another foot. Below her, the Adonis pushed, every muscle straining on his shadowed form. His biceps swelled enormously, and he let out a growl as he flipped her humongous form, several inches taller than a moment before, right on to her back, his cock still inside her the whole time. His back could be seen glistening, wide as an axe handle, and vibrated with the muscles as they worked, thrusting into his growing partner. A spray of ejaculation forced her to yield, whimpering in pleasure as he fucked her, on and on, becoming instantly hard each time he came. This concert would be a long one...

The law student still stood in the spot, shaking. Her wool sweater, still holding together by some miracle, was drenched in sweat. Her breasts pushed out, huge on her frame, and the pale brown of her areolae could be seen through the increasing gaps in the fibre. The feeling, white hot needles of need and pleasure pressing into her libido, had rendered her completely rigid, else she might simply collapse under it. Her somewhat narrow, almond eyes, almost black, were wide and vacant, windows to her overwhelmed mind. The petite girl stood there, her dyed pigtails unfurling further in the heat - the heat she was in. Her mammaries were glorious - unprecedented, her bust now measuring in feet... and still on they pushed on outward. Unlike many others, nothing had changed aside from her eyes, and she was otherwise still the ordinary pretty girl from Kuala Lumpur. Each breast, however, starting just below her delicate collar bone, currently fell in an exquisite teardrop shape to below her waist. Also, unlike many, her back had not gained appropriate musculature to withstand their weight, and soon she would be pulled over by them. This was what, in the depths of her eros, she waited for. She had quivered at the prospect, yet now was like a statue, still but for the flood of manila threatening to burst from beneath the sweater. She was out of control now, no longer having to be efficient and on top of things. Soon they would be on top of her.

A copper-coloured pair of Latin Americans, on their first trip to Europe, flexed as they went beyond body builder proportions. The man and woman were a pair of twins, and their bodies were even now moving in unison. They had each discovered a partner, the male being taken by a seductress whose hips, twice the width of the rest of her svelte form, were tightly coiled around his torso, pumping his iron rod for all it was worth. A derisive chuckle radiated from her as he groaned beneath her. Her legs gyrated back and forth, her ass heaving from past his knees and eliciting spurt after spurt of cum, but without a single sign from her of being satiated.

The sister, equally ripped at this point, had found a lithe younger man, at least ten years as well as inches her junior, and was grinding against him, hands splayed above her head. The lad, a normally quiet only child who spent his summers away from Harvard in Europe, was responding with equal vigour, running his delicate pianist’s fingers and orchestrating all over her body. Her abs rippled forth at his touch, multiplying from a four to a six and finally to an eight pack, eliciting a series of slow coos and grunts from her. However, the Peruvian was surprised when she wiggled her toned gluteus maximus against his groin to feel no hardness there. A primal urge drove her to try again. She spun in vexation and quickly collapsed before him, insensible in her need to get him hard, and had just pulled down his pants to see an average sized flaccid cock when, upon grabbing at it and pulling him toward her voracious maw, she was catapulted several feet backward by the monster that decimated his Y fronts. Their eyes locked, and he grinned, his white teeth dazzling in the stage lights.

The smell of her sex was potent, drawing to her partners of all shape and form, but the lady was too wrapped up in herself. She frantically masturbated, her head a vision of erotic imagery, a soundtrack to the music that was unlocking her innermost self. Her lips had stopped expanding some time ago, only to be replaced by the engorging of the other set. Her labia lapped at her fingers edaciously, and she grinned, pleasing herself as only she knew how.

Frustrated lovers nearby congregated around a figure in the remains of a cashmere shirt who was trying their utmost to jerk off as many horny cocks as possible. A pair of wild eyes glinted beneath a rainbow undercut as they stretched their delicate fingers this way and that, yanking and grabbing. Their own penis had seen its confinement, and only the belt remained girdled around their waist, the rest beneath them in Bukkake pool to which they were so close to adding to.

The psychologist meanwhile loosed little screams to match Anya’s, though she did not come as fast or easily as the singer-bassist. The pencil skirt was ripped up the seam at the back, exposing the lower half of her massive rear. Her other hand groped at it, the hard grip feeling the expansion spread the fingers inexorably. Her thighs had thickened too, a dark curvaceous taper matching the magnificent posterior above it, while leaving a little extra on the shelf to enhance the bubble-butt look. Her thumb tore at her clit, ravaging it remorselessly, desperate for release. Any other time, she would have wanted a gentle touch... but tonight was an eve of extremes. In the time it took her to come again, Ivan had had to replace a drumstick which he had knocked out of his hand mid-orgasm. Anya had incorporated a titillating series of squeals into a vocal solo, spurring the throng further.

The fire exit was blocked by a mass of glistening mahogany skin. Blues notes and boob muffled the moans of a couple as their desperately fondled each other in between hills of tit. Had the scattered scraps of cloth beneath them been reassembled, the once-T-shirts would have read "Just Married!". Lips met labia, hot breath and kisses on clits, tongues darting and delving into more secret parts. Around them, their breasts grew, further and further, seeking to outweigh their very bodies, with all signs of success. The floor there was slightly stained as one began, surmounted by pleasure, to exude pale fluid from her teats. The two held hands firmly, their rings glinting off a passing strobe.

And so the band played on, each song within the setlist more insistent than the last, pushing all present to grow in body and experience. Delirium and euphoria carried on each note, as the undertones reshaped the very DNA of the audience.

Beside the bar, a broad and muscled back loomed, hair glistening. A middle-aged, bearded man grunted as his shoulders widened and his ass tightened, the muscles becoming ever denser. In front of him stood an hourglass in human form. Her hips were at least three feet in width, backed up by an ass that stuck out another couple of feet and quaking, ample thighs and calves. Her torso was ludicrously contained in a lace corset, the top of which had long since burst open to reveal the ripe melons within. Her slim waist, tiny by proportion, peeked out from between a gargantuan pair of boobs, which filled, roundly spilling put over the floor around her. The buxom wet dream was absorbed in rubbing and jiggling her tits all over the dong poking from the top of the cleavage. His dick was bigger than she was, save her tits. As if in competition, his member mushroomed out from the top of her cleavage, only for her tits to erupt further to encase the cock. The whole room quaked. At this point he, a seven foot titan, was aiding her in the titfuck him with one hand, and the other gripped the bangs of her pixie haircut until there was too much bap between them. His lady ballooned in the surprisingly diminished space and her ass colliding with another bloated form. A small chain reaction sequence later, the attention of a sizable group of spellbound listeners was piqued, and the couple's solo act was incorporated into one of the several orgies, many of which were merging.

This was why the band only performed live, and why the tickets came with a NDA, non-liability contract, and why no electronic devices of any kind were allowed on premises (along with wearing earrings or most other jewelry).

Flesh boomed in every direction, dwarfing the act on stage. The whole club shook, and soundproofing on a wall creaked as an ass the size of a wheelbarrow collided with it.

Yet, on the music continued, ringing out to the audience, making them grow further and further in sensual rapture. On and on the tune ran, and with the beat things just continued to get larger and life.

Anya was so engrossed in the song that she was unaware as a hand as large as her guitar shifted on to the stage towards her. A huge finger suddenly began to rub her crotch through her jeans. Her reaction to the stimulation was to heighten the enchantment of her voice. The band members responded, and the music took on an otherworldly quality as they moved on to the next, more intense piece.

Other expanded members of the crowd had been pressed closer to the stage. Past mishaps had taught the Muses the importance of booking a venue with at least thrice the required standing space for the allotted guests.

Eager hands and members began to lavish the band with their affectionate praise. Some instinct, perfected by endless experimentation during the band's practice sessions, prevented them from outright ruining the playing. That being said, it was... distracting. The general growth of the audience slowed slightly. Janks, noticing this, moved to the back of the stage to up the volume booster. "Not too much," she told herself, carefully turning the dial. Her fingers shook a little. Had she ever been so fucking horny?

She spun to begin making her way back to the stage front, and was met by scattered cheers shouted between laboured breaths and groans. She grinned, waving as she tingled with desire. She smirked, stepping around someone lying on their back, rubbing their taut puffy nipples. She didn't notice the cascade of their hair, and she slipped before catching herself on the interface behind her. The nipples and areolas widened tantalisingly at the behest of finger and thumb rubbing increased, and those tantalising nipples. She didn't notice her hand on the interface, or the characters on the screen rapidly changing.

Anya let loose a ripping cry, screaming “Bigger!” and began to moan as the slender insistent finger continued to palpate her navel. Janks striding back to stage front, felt amazing. She winked, crooking a finger at a group of males she could only describe as hyper-jocks. She walked down the stage steps towards them, ripping into into a guitar solo as she was stroked on all sides by adoring males. ‘So many cocks, so little time,’ she thought to herself, allowing herself a brief moment to squeeze one, resulting in her chest being spattered with an impressive volume of semen. She grinned, motioning a well-muscled 9foot giantess over. The woman was carrying a large riding crop, and had clearly come prepared, considering her latex outfit still just clung on. The woman crooked the crop under the man's chin, glaring at his cock, willing it to rise to attention again, even as he gasped over the force of his ejaculation moments ago. The dominatrix smiled in contentment as she achieved the desired result, but then wheeled about to face another worshipper whose eagerness had torn the latex that already struggled to contain her enormous hamstrings. The offender was picked up and lifted to eye level, but Janks was not concerned. 'Make love not war' was a guarantee at their concerts - the brains of everyone there were on a one track which only catered for pleasure. She swear she saw his lips whisper "Mommy" just before they were met by the woman's own large, red cupid's bow. The dom then wheeled about, teasing and tantalising others with the crop, who entertained each other while they waited for their go with her. Janks stepped back on to the stage, the man's shorts landing ruined beside her.

It was a good thing Ivan had been overly cautious and booked a massive hall, bigger and with higher ceilings than any normal club. It had apparently been an industrial warehouse once, which meant it was also a little secluded. This was good, as huge set of toes curled against the wall, shredding more of the soundproofing. "This sure is progressing fast", Janks said to herself, gasping as she came again beneath a lover's tongue. She watched in fascinated arousal as the redhead she had spotted earlier lay and swelled. A tremor shook the floor as the giantess arched her back. Lying beneath her lover, she had been pumped up to unimaginable proportions, thrust by thrust, through the band's setlist.

And she was not the only one. A few men had grown too, though generally not to the proportions of the female giantess enthusiasts, who towered above the others. The largest must have exceeded 30 to 40 feet, and was rapidly stretching further, her feet drifting down the length of the hall in a frenzy. The cold marble sent shocks along this giantess, and she lay there in her curtain of black hair, festooned with lovers as they played and sucked on her. Her attention was for Anya alone, pushing the frontwoman to make her make her bigger. She caressed the singer’s pussy, alternating between roughness and gentleness. When, with amazing expertise, her fingers split Anya’s skinny jeans, and probed further, Janks knew there was trouble. But alas, she was so confoundedly distracted... Still playing, she headbanged to the music she was making, up and down on a dick of an adoring fan. This man had kept to a manageable size, and she dextrously took him whole, taking his cum, only to find him hard again and waiting again. She knew she had lost control, that the concert needed to end, and soon. She wondered if it were too late somewhere far back in her head.

Ivan too was long gone. His arms shot over the kit, drunk with pleasure. He was playing blind, purely through muscle memory, as his face was completely immersed in a rapidly enclosing sea of tit. With great effort, the owners of the gargantuan breasts were shifted back, so as not to mute the sounds of the drumkit, vital in this experience of a lifetime.

Like a chorus, the audience’s moans joined with the bands.

They had never had an audience this large, in both senses. Measures of feet were rapidly being replaced by yards, and even the hall was becoming rather cramped. The raven haired giantess was still the largest, and now even her pinkie was too big to slip in and out of Anya, but instead roamed her crotch, razing her clitoris. Cocks stretching longer than their owners, whether they were walls of muscle, graceful waifs, chubby dadbods, or anything in between. Never in history had there been such pieces of ass as were here either. Buttocks flared, the curves becoming sexier by the moment. No mortal could have stood their ground without being cripplingly turned on. Clothes at this point were virtually a joke from some distant past, and sopping rags could occasionally be seen underfoot.

A few of the stage lights had been smashed, and there were some holes in the stage itself, leaving only the flashing blue strobes. None of those mattered anymore. Fog billowed around the breasts around Ivan, and the entire hall was consumed by the aroma of sex.

Janks blinked, once, twice, as she rode, coming to for a moment. Her hands still moved up and down the fret board. She stared at the hard shaft in her mouth, tasting it, her tongue stroking, and felt awareness return to her for the most part. She was almost fully aware of her surroundings, still a little hazy, and shut her eyes to clear her head. She did not stop moving up and down on the pole though. She opened them again, letting the cock pop from her lips and stood to look around her. It was a beautiful chaos. Her eyes flitted around, taking in the plethora of curves, hard and ample, before doing a double take. Some of the crowd were getting really big - Too big.

The biggest concern (literally) was the woman pleasuring Anya. Anya was long beyond any sane control, lying beneath the giantess' eager finger, grinding and groaning - only the Anya's instincts kept her to the notes - she wasn't even singing lyrics anymore. Meanwhile, Janks could not even see Ivan behind the horde of busty females surrounding where his kit had been (and presumably still was, because the sound of the drums still crashed over the music). This was beyond any of their live concerts or previous practices. Nothing in the thousands of tests had ever yielded such extreme results. What was wrong? How were they all still managing to play?

As Janks heard the entrance door crack and buckle, she saw a plume of dust fall from the ceiling. "Shit!", she exclaimed, though she couldn't even hear herself speak. The stage rocked, and she struggled not to lose her footing.

Janks had to do something NOW. She couldn't safely stop playing, but that all them would all need to stop at the same time. The only way to do that would be to cut the power, she supposed. She felt so overwhelmed, but forced her legs to move. Turning, she dashed upstage. Dodging between holes in the stage, she looked up suddenly to find herself looking up at the beefiest person she had ever seen at any of their concerts. Despite the Herculean physique, their face was androgenous: smooth and inviting. Their eyes were a hazel, and showed no recognition, but only worship, and they kneeled, extending their hand towards her nethers, a gentle smile quirking their lips. She gasped at the touch, but quickly remembered Anya’s fate - she had to resist this... She looked behind them, and saw a huge section of the stage collapse as they kneeled.

Her mind racing, she braced herself (as well as cursing the unfairness of having to be the compos mentis one), then extended a foot and jumped on to their arm. They were so densely muscled that the flesh hardly yielded beneath her feet. Janks ran fully up arms that would have shamed a gorilla's. Once atop the shoulders, she balanced herself, then leapt off, clear over the collapse, landing safely on the other side, before dashing across the stage towards the curtain.

As she dashed between beings attractive beyond her imagination, Janks was really grateful that she played using a cordless amp connector. She was also glad Anya was not watching when she was forced to powerslide between a pair of udders as big as she was, only to smack into the woman’s thick, sweaty, soft ass. She’d never have lived that down, she considered, as she shook herself, wobbling as she got up and limped to the red drapes.

Playing was difficult, what with all the dodging, and she had noted a few irregularities. She hoped she was still within acceptable thresholds... She was certain the others wouldn't be, as she heard the cymbals of Ivan's kit begin to become muffled. The doors of the auditorium had burst open, but there simply wasn't enough room in here. The heat was rising, and she was so tired - trying not to be pulled too far into the music, but still trying keep time and follow, and struggling to resist the myriad temptations. "At least Jesus just had stones in the desert... tits like that and it mighta gone very differently..." she muttered, panting as she rested for a moment.

Truly, the mental resistance required was the worst it had ever been. As she parted the curtain she found a man lying down just behind it. She stopped for a moment, considering him. He met her eyes, and crossed his arms behind his head, his erection throbbing. His growth was perhaps less exaggerated than some. Muscles were defined beneath an olive complexion, but he was not really all that cut. Particularly striking was a tattoo adorning his shoulder in a great, swirling jagged pattern. His dark hair was short and curly, like the light patch growing on his chest and trailing to his junk. She glanced up at his face, cautious, but did not see him stir. She looked down then at the junk, which look more like it belonged to a small horse, and she shivered at the tantalising prominence. The sheer abnormality of its size in comparison to the relatively realistic body was certainly turning her on. She considered it, feeling another fragment of her mind slowly break… and then was snapped out of it as she saw a dribble of cum leak from the end. She knew couldn’t make any pitstops with any hope of going on after.

She closed the curtain and moved to head around it. She looked back before she went it, and her jaw dropped. ‘Raven’ now had Anya riding her finger, bucking like a child on a bronco. Anya’s legs couldn’t even get halfway around it now. She heard static on the speakers as Anya's guitar cracked. Fuck, she thought. Things would go very badly if the exact music wasn't followed. To her horror, her eyes then noticed the light from the other end of the room, and realised that the rapidly swelling goddess of a woman had not only smashed through the reinforced soundproof door, but her ankles were destroying the wall around it. Between the giantess' shouts of pleasure and the other guests' frenzied orgy, lights collapsed, furniture smashed, and she could smell smoke. This place was coming apart.

The music was so LOUD, fingers of sound in her mind dragging her towards the entropic mass of pleasure in the hall... or delaying her until it grew to where she was. It beckoned her to give in, and she was so close...

High shrieks screamed with her pinched harmonics. Tits swayed larger and larger, with strawberry nipples the size of bowling balls aching for touch. Vast asses, chunky and muscular alike, thrust past the size of small vehicles. And last of all, cocks. The aching lump in her throat knew this was… These things wouldn’t have put out an eye. No, this phalanx would go straight through the ribs. Massive phalli gleamed, hard as steel and just as relentless, and the animal grunts of the audience thrummed all in time with the bass guitar's groans. She had stopped hearing Ivan's drums aside from the bass drum, and the air seemed to ripple. A speaker exploded, then another, and a light came crashing down as another giantess reared her head, her afro catching the rig and ripping it off the ceiling. Her breasts, each the size of a small car, swung as she leaned back, their momentum moving them a second or two behind her as they shook... There wasn't much time left.

Muscles and soft curves shone under the lights and sparks from shorting machinery, sometimes in wonderfully excessive singularity, and others in superb conglomerations. The room was hunger, gigantic hunger being fed without a stomach. The need to feed her lust was blinding, and she had stopped playing with accuracy several times. Now... it was time for a big risk. She staggered to climb the ladder up to the main circuitboard placed high above. When she passed a person she did it quietly now, biting her lip, and no one thought to force her – the music could not allow that and there were plenty more partners if she did not welcome their affections.

Climbing up was a challenge. As well as being a little giddy on ladders, she was rather flighty in general right now. This was notwithstanding that somehow she had to play a seven string guitar while making the ascent. She turned around and climbed up with her back facing it, stepping up in time to the rhythm of the lick she was tapping. At first she tried closing her eyes, so as not to look at the ground, but it was even worse that way. She took a deep breath and continued up the rungs. Moans echoed in time to the music. Ivan had almost no room left to play as she looked on. All about him, supremely female parts pressed in, eager for a share of his touch. Still, he was a slave to the beat now, and even if he wanted to knew he could not stop playing. His foot kept tapping the bass pedal, until the whole kit broke until the deluge of cleavage threatening to drown him too. Ivan was out of action, and the air about her rippled again - she knew she was hallucinating, but that was no less concerning. If improperly executed, mind-affecting results were the least she would have to worry about.

While observing she had tackled three rungs. She realised that by concentrating on particular things she could distract herself enough to do this. She let herself fall into the reverie an ounce more, while around her figures gained pounds more. Raven, she saw, had demolished most of the back wall, and her growth continued to stream outside. Anya, perched like a canary on her finger, was still playing her bass, though it kept cutting intermittently. Anya softly moaned into her microphone, hardly following the tune anymore. The stage equipment begun to slide as the giantess' huge arm grew to occupy more and more of the stage. The wood buckled and splintered beneath her, and Anya headed towards the curtain atop that finger.

There was nothing Janks could do. She breathed out and looked on. ‘My word,’ she thought, as she tried to take in the whole of the giantess. The lady's midnight locks streamed like a paddock along the floor, and all about her milled fornicators. Another lady the size of a small bus was even now licking her out, though the expanding pussy was shunting her towards the smashed wall and outside. Smaller figures with enormous proportions were all over the giant woman, pleasuring each other and her. One couple were fucking on top of her belly button. The woman’s breasts… Janks had always had a thing about big breasts, a little obsession - having always wanted them herself. These mammoth things were just… beyond description. They were just so absolutely colossal. In proportion to her body, they would at least have been in the MM cup range, if not more, and the fallen strobes sitting atop them, as well as a couple of hardy survivors hanging precariously off the ceiling, flashed on and off, lighting up the incomprehensible expanse of mountainous tit. By no means was this lady's pair the biggest in proportion, but the sheer scale of the woman was mindboggling. Anya seemed more insignificant by the moment. She disappeared backstage, but Janks could still hear her over the mic, though the speakers were becoming fuzzier. Raven let out ragged gasps, her chest heaving bigger and bigger with each one, like the rest of her. She arched her back, sticking out her hand... straight through the top of another wall, the bricks scattering like toys. The guests had started climbed atop her and she licked at any who came near her mouth, relishing in the task. Suddenly, she came powerfully. The rungs of the ladder shook, and Janks, twelve rungs up, almost lost her balance, only holding on by wedging the horn of her axe on an upper rung. Three strings simultaneously snapped, and she hadn't even noticed having lost the seventh string earlier, and Janks cursed again, dragging herself up, thankful for her gym regimen.

She could hear Anya getting close to another release. The tune was barely recognisable, though now and again she moaned a word or two. Intermittently, Janks heard "Grow..." and "Yes... BIGGER!" between the screams of ecstasy.

The orgasm shaking the black haired superwoman continued for a full minute, and Janks could only watch as she shook more and more violently in her ululations. The giantess expanded further, the length of her body taking up almost the whole hall, end to end and Janks shivered, both in arousal and concern for Anya - there was only so much room backstage before the giantess' hand would hit and go through the back wall. The room swam again, and she could tell the others' had all felt that strange heady sensation. Janks held on tight. She had to get on to the walkway.

Further towards the front of the hall, to the right of the giantess’ arm, someone let out a moan so loud Janks actually heard it above the failing music and chaos. She looked and saw a girl floated increasingly higher, riding a sea of her own boobs. Her tits were actually bigger than the raven-haired woman’s. Janks was amazed. As she climbed the remaining rungs she caught a glimpse of the tit queen’s face. Janks recognised her, an East Asian girl Janks had remarked was cute when the audience were filing in. She was pretty sure she'd seen her in the news too, a famous heiress who'd run off in a rebellious phase. The girl bit down on her lip, crying out as she pushed out further and further, beneath the hills on her chest. She seemed completely lost, shaking her dyed blonde head back and forth, unable to handle the changes.

For that matter, none of them could. Another of the largest of the giantesses (for there were several fully fledged ones now, as well as some male ones, though the latter tended to be smaller but more heavily muscled), was beginning to writhe, shattering more of the structure as she twisted her body. Her legs tore through another part of the walls as if through cardboard, rending the heavy soundproofing to dust. Janks knew there wasn’t long left, and it might already be too late. A section of ceiling fell harmlessly on to the sea of megatit.

Janks' eyes swum as she continued trying to take it all in, making her way up the ladder. The raven haired giantess was so big it was giving Janks vertigo. As she approached the top, Janks attempted to turn her attention elsewhere, browsing the various erogenous scenes.

She noticed two giant men going full on doggy, and heard the dent each hand made in the floor as the huge man on top thrust into the other. She felt panties grow wet watching them. This startled her, but she didn't have time to think about that, as she heard a scream from Anya's bass, and saw a piece of the shattered headstock roll down the raven-haired giantess' arm. Anya's singing was sporadic, sounding near to exhaustion.

The building shook relentlessly as Janks approached the top.

She continued climbing, not paying attention to anything but what was transpiring below, taking in only the pure elation from the delicious cornucopia. At this point, she was purely improvising on her guitar, trying to compensate for the almost complete lack of the rest of the band. Anya had almost gone silent.

‘Holy…’ she thought, as she spotted another walkway leaning dangerously, swinging rhythmically. She soon saw the cause of the vibrations. Her mouth was dry as the man’s hips drove forward, his powerful muscles pounding the other’s anus. Both were moaning intensely, such that she could pick their voices out even among the others in the hall. One was tall with alabaster skin and short, golden hair, iridescent and perfect with muscle. The other was pale too, but brown hair tumbled to the length of his shoulders. He was wider than his counterpart, though a little shorter. His bigger ass thrust back with a mighty force, taking in as much of the cock as possible. Both were sweating with fatigue, and still they carried on, carried away by the music. The walkway leaned dangerously, and they slid towards the edge, but then the redhead giantess stood, a monolith of hourglass contoured sex, her head stabilising the swinging metal as she sucked off a miniscule partner.

Atop one of the raven-haired giantess' enlarging breasts, a hulk of a man stood, hands skyward, as he was licked by a harem of horny worshippers of all body types. While they varied in size, shape, and sex, all were pleasure incarnate, moving with singular purpose to bestow pleasure on their master above, however possible. Several clung to his cock, heavy under the weight of their endowments, and would need to hold on tightly as he pulsed, leaking precum in satisfaction. The ones that could no longer reach him satisfied one another below. A girl whose hips and thighs had not altered to accommodate her derriere was rocking back and forth above a male. His shaved head buried itself in the fold of her ass as it reached the end of its arc. She had no doubt about where his cock was buried.

A suddenly pulled her up on to the walkway, and Janks found herself being kissed full on the lips. She melted for a moment, becoming the very sound of the pink noise.

His scent overpowered even the rest of the swirl of sex in the room, a musk that made her heart crash against her ribs. His tongue moved over hers, teasing but eager to please, and confident of ability to do so. His arms around her were so strong, and she felt so overwhelmed and tired, so desperate to just give in. Her fingers slackened on the fretboard, and the hall was silent of music, echoing only with the cacophany of pleasures.

This man... his shoulders, his back, the tenderness and ease with which he lifted her... She licked her fingers, lubricating his engorged cock as she guided it into her. So tight, and so good... On and on he rocked her, cradling her against him as he gently thrust, using what must have been an ounce of his strength as he fucked Janks. The walkway shooked, and a strange sound she could taste was in the air. She tried lamely strumming a few notes, but his chest was pressed against hers, rough and chiselled... The darkness behind her eyes lit, then rippled again, and she felt her body float, just a little. It was all coming apart, she thought, but what a way to go...

More of the ceiling was collapsing, and Janks spotted starlight above... racing. All the stars seemed to be moving, and she bars of light flash in colours she had no name for.

On and on he went, and she clung on to him, weak but so hungry for a release she knew would only make her more famished, like the rest of them. However, sooner than expected, his efforts proved too much for her poor cunt, and she felt her legs grow wet as she came. "How the fuck?!" she thought, shocked, feeling her pussy and marvelling that it was soaked with more than just his precum.

Suddenly, a sudden crash brought her back to earth, and she leaned and saw the largest occupant had shot to almost double the size since she had last looked, had pushed through the entire ceiling. All that was holding this place together was her rapidly swelling form as she pushed the rubble outwards.

In the area around the building, the sky was none that had been seen on Earth before. The air hummed with forces that were alien, making senses beyond the normal five tingle, and bewitching all of them further.

Janks pushed against her lover, and he set her down, and he stood there, like her, staring upwards in fascination. She made to move, and then pulled her hand away, shocked at finding it wrapped around and frantically jerking her lover off. In this time, he had expanded dangerously, now over fifteen feet in height. He sunk to his knees, raising his hands high. She didn't dare look down at the rest, as she heard a rumbling. A piece of collapsed building zipped past her, weaving to dodge her it seemed towards the man. She turned, concerned, but the concrete stopped before him, turning to strands and dust, changing colour. Beyond it, his eyes flickered between her and the coruscation of unnameability above, some kind of pleading expectation in his eyes, as he bit his lip, his cock throbbing and extending two feet and one exhalation, thickening like a coiling anaconda. She ran.

The fuse box was just ahead of her, at the end of the platform. The smell of cologne and cum danced before her eyes. Her mouth saw Anya's tinny scream of "Yes!!!", carrying a faint recollection of the song's tune. It was enough... and Janks was able to take up her guitar again, strumming powerfully, attuning to the familiar sense of order and rhythm brought by the instrument. Her body felt hot, and her nipples were hard... swollen, tender... She resisted, with greater strength, even as the raven haired giantess' breasts were now eye level, and bricks idly floated away.

Janks took laboured steps towards the fuse box. The sensation of coming hadn't stopped, and she could hardly breathe, but Anya's voice, like a rebellious siren's call led to her towards her goal. The movement of her fingers on the almost destroyed guitar guided her feet, and she looked down, amazed to see she was making sound despite no strings being left. As she found herself unable to believe it, the sound, echoing through surely non-existent or destroyed speakers, faltered. Immediately, she realised she had to ignore what her perception and just let it be. Her steps unconsciously took her towards her goal, and the fuse box and lit up flickered, translucent. Her feet took her another step, and she looked at the ground as the walkway began to rise and shrink. Would it crush her once it became too narrow? She remember the rock, and hoped not.

She looked again at the fuse box, so close. As her eyes turned to it, she saw it turn translucent again. She looked sideways, and then at it out of the corner of her eye. It seemed... more stable like this. She decided to turn her gaze elsewhere and hope for the best until she reached it. She felt so strange, and she could barely breathe. Just a little further...

She looked left towards the crowd, ignoring the switches for now until she reached them. Her eyes picked out masturbation, hand jobs, blow jobs, jobs no one this dimension had names for. All were growing, expanding in horniness, anticipation, size, and who knew what else. Concepts like 'finity' were bunk. People fit into spaces they shouldn't have, making her head swim, but arousing her even more as the otherworldly fucking continued. Above it all, however, she could still hear her own playing, and Anya's clinging notes. As she sprinted across the auditorium she considered that she must keep playing until she could not hear it through the speakers. She heard a faint tapping join them, and the walkway stabilised, just as it brushed her hips, which she noticed were exposed, as half her outfit had been torn away. "Well, little surprise there," she thought - this was probably the most normal thing she'd experienced in... OUCH! Okay, thinking about time was not a good idea right now.

The tapping continued, rhythmic, and she heard a crash of a cymbal. "Ivan!" she thought to herself. Okay, maybe they could still do it, still end in unison, and maybe fix some of this.

Her own juices ran down her legs, reaching her ankles and making them slippery as she loped onward. She ignored it - it was just a drop in the ocean of bizarre things and sensations...

No members of the audience at this point were capable in that space of doing anything separately, and now a hundred people were all now erotically connected. Well, a hundred and two, she thought, hearing Anya’s voice from somewhere off, speeding up in time to Ivan's tempo. She adjusted her own playing on the wrecked guitar. Her breasts stung with pleasure. Oh… she was so horny. Did she have to flick the switch, truly? Couldn’t she just let it happen?

Her footsteps clattered on across the grating. She spied a dick like a fuselage close by. She stopped for a moment, and her playing slowed. She was only a couple of yards from the box and she knew it, though she still dared not look. A flash of something like lightning passed her. Another orgasm began to build... even though she'd never stopped coming from the last one. She looked at the giant cock throbbing and growing through the roof. She very well could believe that sex was the only thing on her mind, save for the small corner she desperately worked to keep sane. She imagined mounting that thing, its huge purple veins standing out hard, each alone enough to masturbate and come over. She wanted it… she wanted it all. And then she froze. She couldn’t hear Ivan anymore. She looked down, ignoring the terrible drop, and saw his hands disappear again under his congregation… They were massive now, with jugs like boats, undulating in a tempest and trapping him. Standing would have been a foreign concept to most, apart from the fact a number of them floated in this strange anti-gravity they were experiencing. Hands fondled all within reach, and Janks contemplated diving off into those soft, undulating galaxies of pleasure. Her nipples strained at her top as the music lulled for a moment - she wouldn't be able to keep playing for long - her mind was collapsing faster than the building's remnants.

She began to panic. Anya's occasional yelp was getting more random, and Janks couldn't focus to follow. There was no hope of balance! And then the beat picked up again. She looked down, standing stock still from sheer surprise. There it was, a throbbing boom, boom. She risked a glance over the edge again and saw what might earlier have been considered bizarre. Ivan was floating in the air, thrusting his cock into a giant woman's eager lips. He timed his thrusts, and her hand crashed against the wall, pulverising the remaining sections on that side one at a time.

Ivan saw Janks and gave her a weak thumbs up. She grinned, or at least she thought she did. It wasn’t ideal, but it would hopefully do. If not... at least that was one way go out with a bang.

She stepped over to the machine and, taking one last glance at the palette of pure excess and ecstasy, she sighed and flicked the fuse. Her fingers, aching, slowed to a halt, blinking in the dark. She turned look down on the hall. It seemed the congregation were performing their own encore, though they were rapidly shrinking - still huge in size, but realistic in terms of being confined within a space that was three-dimensional once more.

She looked up, fearful of what she might see. It was the sky again, and the stars had faded, leaving only Venus and the faint traces of dawn. She could see it through a gap in the wrecked ceiling-- No, a gap between Raven's breasts. Bigger than the entire ceiling, the orbs jiggling hurricanes slowly coming to a rest, several people clinging on. Another light wandered their surface, moving from one side to another slowly, highlighting a nipple as big as a truck. Raven seemed to have passed out, and fortunately she began to slump forward on to herself, as the back wall of the building surely could not have taken that weight. Her breasts were like twin blimps, coming to rest on her gargantuan knees. Many of the others hadn't stopped, still caught up in the frenzy of the orgy. This sometimes happened, and it was no surprise that they were still caught up in the harmony.

The noise, whatever it was became louder, and Janks looked up, as it dawned upon her what the sound was. Raven's faced moved sideways as she settled, her face like the figure of Juno herself. Beyond them, Janks she saw a bright light, and silhouetted behind it was a whirring disc. A helicopter… She squinted, and groaned, for once not from pleasure tonight. It was from the news! As she made out the letters, her brow knitted further into a concerned furrow.

Janks bit her thumb, her mind racing as she looked around. There was no way they would be able to cover this up from a world viewed news station! Everyone would know who they were, and what it was they did. Questions would be asked, and no answers they gave would actually be listened to. How could they turn this to their favour?

Screams of joy erupted below, and she noted with a slight pride that the aftereffects were still potent as a woman, two figures hanging from her breasts by their mouths, shot up from ten to just over twenty feet tall. Her hips expanded too, and she slid her hands over them as she raised her arms to give her lovers some support. She hugged them close in the afterglow.

The aftereffects… she wondered how long the cameras had been there? Were they recording live, and more importantly, with microphones? It was pointless wondering.

She saw Raven stir, her vast eyelashes shimmering and parting, revealing her dark eyes. They twinkled, her hair pooling and cascading beautifully over her house sized breasts, and then she leaned forward, puckering and parting her lips ever so slightly towards her hand. The dim figure of Anya, lit up by the chopper lights, stood and leaned into the proffered kiss. Of course they had it live and with sound. It was not every day that a giant woman crashed through a ceiling in a busy metropolis. Well, it might be after today… she thought, wondering how much of those last echoes of pink noise had been picked up and broadcast already. Recording it had always had mixed results, but an out of control session... who knows what that would do. "Ah well... fuck it", Janks said, carefully making her way to the ladder. She saw it was completely bent out of shape, and began to wonder how she would get down until she felt herself lifted and pressed into a massive bust. Janks gladly accepted her fate.

She looked down at Ivan, sprawled atop his tit mistresses, a grin plastered across his concussed face, which they giggled and mirrored.

He looked... different. She noticed his arms more toned, and he was taller, more handsome. As his harem's breasts continued to slowly diminish (though she was sure that, like most attendants, they would never shrink quite to their original size), she wondered how this could be... The music wasn't supposed to affect them. Mind you, she considered, that's probably the least improbable of the outcomes that could have occurred.

Instinctively, Janks looked down at herself. Well... that was different, she thought, examining herself. She was shorter it seemed, and she seemed to have become more slight in build, save for her hips, which had widened considerably, matching an expanded ass. Her breasts looked odd too. They were bigger and less round. She raised a hand, noting her more elegant fingers, and squeezed her boob. She gasped, not only at the pleasure but the fact that it felt different. Janks squeezed again - what had happened to her implants. With her other hand, she felt her face... different, more feminine, but still her. Her other hand, curious (and maybe because she was still aroused from onslaught of the night) moved to her pants, then under them. Her fingers came away wet... That should not be possible. Had... had she become biologically female? This was impossi-- She didn't finish that thought, her mind flickering to the incomprehensible experiences she had been through...

Then Janks realised she was feeling herself up on the news, and quickly stopped. Like that will make much difference, she thought, her hair tossing at the breeze from a passing chopper. "Oh great... The army's here too," she muttered.

She glanced at Raven again, who had not shrunk even a centimeter yet, it seemed. She was surprised as she saw Anya float into the air, rising from Raven's hand. The singer then flitted, seeming to guide herself, towards Raven's ear, raising her hand to near her mouth to whisper to Raven. The building shook with the goddess' low chuckle. Anya too had grown, taller and more hourglass shaped, and her hair had even changed colour. That seemed inconsequential in the face of the seeming superpower of flight or psionics or whatever her bandmate now possessed!

She wondered if the lawyers drafting the agreements had remembered to include fifth dimension phenomena, and she sighed, watching the sun rise over Raven's gigantic tits. Anya kissed her again, and she heard Raven try to whisper "Yes, 7 o'clock tonight? I know this great place near the canal--" before the giantess paused, looking over the vast alterations to her physique. "Yeah, maybe elsewhere," she giggled, causing another section of the wall to tumble to the ground outside.

Janks asked her saviour to put her down, and the Valkyrie of a woman lowered her. Gripping the fractured remnants of her instrument, she picked her way through the groaning, sighing, mass of the orgy. It was so warm down here, even with the wind streaming in through every side of the building... And it was SO loud. Her cheeks reddened as she saw the effects of the night. At least the band had only played covers tonight. The world was definitely not ready for The Muses’ single "Bacchanal" yet, let alone the entire debut album they were preparing, "Apotheosis"… 

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