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[growth-opportunities]

"How much longer do you think this little facility of yours is going to be able to hold me, hm? I'm still flattered that you went to all this trouble just to try and contain me, but I think we both know that it'll all be for naught pretty soon. I'm still growing! My head gets closer and closer to the ceiling every day! As impressed as I am that these clothes you've given me have managed to stretch as my tits have grown and my hips have widened, they're not going to last much longer. I can feel the fabric creaking and groaning and straining and struggling. God, I can't fucking wait for them to explode off of me. Growing feels so good; outgrowing things feels even better! What are you going to do when I've pass 20 feet tall? 25? 30? That big, steel door you've got down there is thick and strong, but it won't be long until I'm thicker and stronger. What are you going to do when your subjugation team becomes so small to me that I can pick them up in my hands, so small that all their little toys simply don't work anymore? I think we both know, commander, that I'm not going to stop growing, no matter what your little researchers manage to come up with. All the antidotes they've come up with so far have just accelerated my growth factor. So I hope you have a plan B. Otherwise, I'm going to make sure that you get some up close experience with the body that defeated you. I still haven't decided whether to trap you in my cleavage or between my thighs. Either way, I don't think you'll be in a position to make any kind of commands. But I'll make sure you enjoy it."

[incognitosize]

I've never watched Euphoria before, but I might need to watch this episode...

[growth-opportunities]

My girlfriend promised she was done taking the experimental hormone supplements after her boobs broke a G cup bra in the middle of dinner from growing. But every morning I wake up to her another few inches taller, bustier, stronger, and when I bring it up she gets aggressive m last time it ended with me pinned to the bed

Your girlfriend really shouldn't have promised to stop, because there's no way that was ever going to happen. I mean, come on. In the middle of dinner, in a public place, she felt her body grow and expand until her G-cup bra, a bra that's already more than double what people would consider average, broke from the strain. She didn't just overflow it. She didn't just stretch it out. The bra fucking broke. Her growing curves were too much for it to handle and it gave up entirely. I can only imagine how her eyes must have fluttered, how she grabbed the edge of the table, how she clenched her thighs together to try and squeeze out as much pleasure as she could from the feeling of growth. When her eyes finally opened and she glanced around the room, all of the looks, lustful and jealous in equal measure, would have just stoked the flames inside her to even greater heights. To go through all that and then, afterwards, promise to never experience that kind of pleasure again? Did you really think that promise was going to hold?

What happened that night was a revelation to her, a feast for the senses with such richness and decadence that it permanently unlocked a part of her mind. For her to have to go back to her normal life would be unbearable. Being big is fine—good, even. But growing bigger? Feeling herself expand in every direction? Knowing that she's making a spectacle of herself and that no one can keep their eyes off of her growing body as it becomes a beacon of power and femininity? That's true pleasure, distilled into its purest form. She can't just give that up.

Your confrontations are only making it worse, too. Honestly, I don't think she really cares what you think about her growth. A goddess doesn't concern herself with the opinions of a flea. When you bring it up, however, it does give her a great excuse to push back on you. You said she pinned you to the bed, underneath her towering, curvaceous body? She doesn't want you to stop protesting her use of the hormones; all she wants to do is prove—to you, yes, but mostly to herself—that she's getting even stronger. Every time she pins you to the bed or backs you up against the wall, it gets easier. She's getting taller, bustier, stronger, but from her perspective, you're getting smaller, lighter, weaker. It won't be long before she'll be scooping you up and lifting you into the air, moaning at just how easy it is, reminding her how much stronger she's gotten.

You're not going to be able to get her to stop. That ship has sailed and disappeared over the horizon long ago. Doing nothing will give her license to keep going and fighting against her growth will simply remind her why she loves growing in the first place. Taking control will be more like a game to her than anything else, a game that gets easier with every added inch.

[growth-opportunities]

My girlfriend promised she was done taking the experimental hormone supplements after her boobs broke a G cup bra in the middle of dinner from growing. But every morning I wake up to her another few inches taller, bustier, stronger, and when I bring it up she gets aggressive m last time it ended with me pinned to the bed

Your girlfriend really shouldn't have promised to stop, because there's no way that was ever going to happen. I mean, come on. In the middle of dinner, in a public place, she felt her body grow and expand until her G-cup bra, a bra that's already more than double what people would consider average, broke from the strain. She didn't just overflow it. She didn't just stretch it out. The bra fucking broke. Her growing curves were too much for it to handle and it gave up entirely. I can only imagine how her eyes must have fluttered, how she grabbed the edge of the table, how she clenched her thighs together to try and squeeze out as much pleasure as she could from the feeling of growth. When her eyes finally opened and she glanced around the room, all of the looks, lustful and jealous in equal measure, would have just stoked the flames inside her to even greater heights. To go through all that and then, afterwards, promise to never experience that kind of pleasure again? Did you really think that promise was going to hold?

What happened that night was a revelation to her, a feast for the senses with such richness and decadence that it permanently unlocked a part of her mind. For her to have to go back to her normal life would be unbearable. Being big is fine—good, even. But growing bigger? Feeling herself expand in every direction? Knowing that she's making a spectacle of herself and that no one can keep their eyes off of her growing body as it becomes a beacon of power and femininity? That's true pleasure, distilled into its purest form. She can't just give that up.

Your confrontations are only making it worse, too. Honestly, I don't think she really cares what you think about her growth. A goddess doesn't concern herself with the opinions of a flea. When you bring it up, however, it does give her a great excuse to push back on you. You said she pinned you to the bed, underneath her towering, curvaceous body? She doesn't want you to stop protesting her use of the hormones; all she wants to do is prove—to you, yes, but mostly to herself—that she's getting even stronger. Every time she pins you to the bed or backs you up against the wall, it gets easier. She's getting taller, bustier, stronger, but from her perspective, you're getting smaller, lighter, weaker. It won't be long before she'll be scooping you up and lifting you into the air, moaning at just how easy it is, reminding her how much stronger she's gotten.

You're not going to be able to get her to stop. That ship has sailed and disappeared over the horizon long ago. Doing nothing will give her license to keep going and fighting against her growth will simply remind her why she loves growing in the first place. Taking control will be more like a game to her than anything else, a game that gets easier with every added inch.

[giantgirlworld2]

[thegrowinggirl888]

DON'T STOP NBE! (or do, I'm not in any place to say)

But at least for me the growth will pile on before you know it.

Like it was just a BOOM! Sure I plan on getting rid of them but trust, you'll be breaking bras like it pays 6 figures

-BB

that's what a lot of people have told me. it starts either super slow or incredibly fast, and either tapers off or just keeps going. im just gonna keep doing it honestly, because even though all of my bras and tops are already too tight, there is something about them getting....tighter. that I really like. stay tuned on it for sure.

[giantgirlworld2]

[giantgirlworld2]

[giantgirlworld2]

[infinitetesimally]

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[giantgirlworld2]

by Reverseothello

[growth-opportunities]

"OOUUGHHNN FFUUUUUUCK!"

Pleasure erupts from me, forcing my head back, as my breasts surge forward once again. Under the howled moans, the sound of ripping fabric can just barely be heard. The split at the apex of my collar widens, soft flesh billowing out of the opening. I only wanted to be a few cup sizes bigger, but now they won't stop! They're dominating my figure and only getting bigger by the second, easily eclipsing my heart and covering more and more of my torso. Despite all that, being worried is difficult when the feeling of growth is so fucking good! My hands press against my massive, growing tits and the pressure of the growth pushes out against them. As I spread my fingers, trying to squeeze as much as I can, soft flesh bulges out between them. Deep, ragged breaths make my chest rise and fall. For a brief moment, I'm tempted to grab my shirt and rip it open, to let my gargantuan udders spill forward, but a sudden resurgence makes such an effort pointless.

"Oh, fuuuuck... I can feel another wave coming! I'm going to get so fucking BIIIIIIG!"

[teapartywithdeath]

You look so small from up here.

[giantgirlworld2]

[growth-opportunities]

"OOUUGHHNN FFUUUUUUCK!"

Pleasure erupts from me, forcing my head back, as my breasts surge forward once again. Under the howled moans, the sound of ripping fabric can just barely be heard. The split at the apex of my collar widens, soft flesh billowing out of the opening. I only wanted to be a few cup sizes bigger, but now they won't stop! They're dominating my figure and only getting bigger by the second, easily eclipsing my heart and covering more and more of my torso. Despite all that, being worried is difficult when the feeling of growth is so fucking good! My hands press against my massive, growing tits and the pressure of the growth pushes out against them. As I spread my fingers, trying to squeeze as much as I can, soft flesh bulges out between them. Deep, ragged breaths make my chest rise and fall. For a brief moment, I'm tempted to grab my shirt and rip it open, to let my gargantuan udders spill forward, but a sudden resurgence makes such an effort pointless.

"Oh, fuuuuck... I can feel another wave coming! I'm going to get so fucking BIIIIIIG!"

[thegrowinggirl888]

NOT EVEN TO MENTION I ripped my shirt just trying to put it on like goDDAMN I know what's happening to me but it's so hot to say "I don't know what's happening to me.."

[giantessfantasy6]

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