You were watching the weather forecast as Weather Girl Wendy droned on in a bored, flat monotone.
“Expect light showers Tuesday evening. Temperature should range from 60 to 68 degrees, but it will feel closer to 55 degrees…”
You’d just bought a new universal remote, and were looking for the channel button when you saw two unlabeled arrow buttons.
“Huh…” you said, pressing down the “up” arrow.
The channel and volume stayed to same. However, as you watched, Wendy’s breasts suddenly began to swell and strain against her top.
“Wednesday morning we’ll see- uh…we’ll see..” said Wendy, looking down in wide-eyed astonishment as her shirt tightened. Her bulging breasts stretched the top button until it popped off and clattered to the floor.
Wendy was as hypnotized by her new cleavage as anyone, but after staring down at herself for three seconds, suddenly looked back at the camera, smiled sweetly, and mouthed the words “thank you” while giving the tiniest of shimmies.
“More precipitation Wednesday-” she said, in new, perkier voice.
“Uh, sorry Wendy, but it looks like you lost a button there…” said Chad, the anchor.
“Sure did, Chad!” said Wendy, giving another tiny shimmy that made you stiff as a board. “Here, let me pick it up!”
The camera backed up and she bent down, picked it up, and snapped back.
“I’d put it back but… my shirt doesn’t quite fit the same all of a sudden!” she giggled.
“Yeah. Something. Um… interesting happened with your shirt. There,” said Chad flatly.
Wendy kept arching her back, thrusting her new assets at the camera.
“More like something interesting happened to what’s inside my shirt!” she said. “Truth be told, I wouldn’t mind if it happened again, but as I was saying, on Thursday we’ll see- ooh!”
Her lips puckered with delight as you hit the up arrow again, and she grew.
“Oh, goodnesss- oh, my!” she said, as her breasts expanded, and her cleavage stretched her shirt wider and wider apart. “Whoever’s doing this, thank you!”
You were masturbating furiously, of course, as you made Wendy bigger and bigger.
Her plump breasts were overflowing her top and jiggling like mad as more and more tit was packed into her top.
“They’re so big! They barely fit in this little shirt of mine!” laughed Wendy. “This is the best thing ever! I- ooh!”
As her breasts ballooned up, bigger and bigger, her taut stomach was suddenly peeking out between her top and her skirt.
Her skirt seemed to be digging into her waist, tighter and tighter, and as the cameraman backed out, you saw her skirt was riding up her legs.
After a moment it finally clicked with Wendy and the viewers that Wendy’s clothes weren’t shrinking- Wendy was growing.
Wendy rose, and as her breasts grew bigger than basketballs they finally exploded her shrinking top.
“My shirt… my boobs!” squealed Wendy.
Her skirt tore along the back as her hips kept bulging out, wider and wider.
Her shoes broke, and she kicked them off, her legs growing longer and longer.
“My legs!” she said, looking around the room. “Everything’s getting so small!”
“Wendy… nothing is shrinking… you’re growing!” shouted Chad in disbelief.
“Even better!” laughed Wendy. “I love this!”
She rose up to seven feet tall, and you stopped enlarging her as her head rose out of frame. You let go of the button and caught your breath.
Wendy was naked except for a remarkably elastic thong she was wearing. Her breasts were huge and perky. She was more than seven feet tall, and smiling from ear to ear.
Everyone seemed too confused to cut the feed.
“Wendy, you’re… huge…” said Chad from off screen. “You’re the tallest, sexiest woman I’ve seen in my life…”
“I know!” laughed Wendy. “Can you believe that I want to be even bigger?”
“Bigger? Gosh. That’d… really be something…” said Chad, trying to take control of situation. “Say, Wendy… how’s the weather up there?”
“Well Chad, about the same as it is down- ooh!” she said, as you pressed down on the button again, and lurched to eight feet tall.
“Again!?” shouted Chat, who more than anything seemed upset he wasn’t on camera anymore. “C’mon!”
“More!” said Wendy, as the camera adjusted to get all of her in the frame. “That feels amazing… whoever’s doing it… make me bigger!”
You pressed the button, and she grew to ten feet tall.
Twenty feet. Her butt knocked over the blue screen behind her, revealing stage assistants scrambling about as Wendy grew up, bigger and taller, knocking aside lights and pushing against the roof.
“Whoever’s doing that… I don’t care if I outgrow this studio! Just… make me bigger! As big as you can! Do it! Please!” she squealed, as she started to rip through the light fixtures asnd push through the roof.
You held down the button as her head grew out of frame, then her chest, then her waist and hips… finally it was just her legs and calves, growing bigger and bigger, until the feed cut out and you were staring at static.
You stared blankly at the screen for a moment… then heard a loud crashing noise from outside your apartment window.
A colossal, 300 ft Wendy was shaking the earth with each giant foot step, smiling as she admired her giant, curvaceous body in the reflective sides of skyscrapers.
“This is Wendy with the weather!” she laughed as people ran for their lives. “Today’s forecast, expect heavy debris showers, as a front of giant boobs are expected to blow into town… now-ish!”
She laughed with insane delight as she swung her monstrous endowments at the nearest building, smashing it and sending debris raining down onto the fleeing pedestrians.
“In a related story, our competition at K-38 can kiss my giant ass!”
She swung her hips and booty-checked the office building where the rival news station was broadcasting, causing it to collapse.
“And here’s Charlie with an eye in the sky… tragically, it’s Charlie’s last day with the station!” she said, flicking the news copter, causing it to careen out of the sky and land downtown with a crash.
“Bye, Charlie…” she said, blowing the wreckage a kiss.
“How come her glasses grew with her, but her clothes didn’t?” you asked yourself, scratching your head and bopping the remote a few times.
“Now, time for a new segment I call… ‘giant woman on the street!’ Excuse me, sir, but how has the rise in giant newscasters affected you in this economy?”
As she asked the question, she raised one giant foot, then brought it down hard, crushing several people.
You felt bad for all the people Wendy was crushing… but honestly, you’d gone to far to stop and question this now.
You pointed the remote and Wendy and pushed it again.
Wendy froze, and then gasped as her already huge body began to grow even bigger… and a lengthening shadow fell across the fleeing populace.
Wendy hefted her giants breasts, expanding bigger and bigger in her hands. She knocked over buildings with either hip, then bent forward, slowly lowering her literal blockbuster tits over the fleeing crowds.
“Okay, time to sign off. This is weather girl Wendy, say good night, and go fuck yourselves!” she said, bring her giant chest down with an earth-shaking crash…
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