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[gtswriter]

You sat in the tight chair in the administrator's office, thick thighs rubbing together to try and stifle your rising arousal as your hips strained not only your skirt, but the sides of the chair that was struggling to contain you. All the while, the two administrators were arguing amongst themselves in front of you.

"Look at her!" Professor Burroughs said, pointing at you. 'Yes, look at me.' You thought to yourself, looking down and marveling at your ridiculous bust. To say that your top was ill equipped to handle what you had become in a matter of four days was an understatement. It was grossly unqualified to try and hold the K cups that seemed to have sprouted out of nowhere.

Professor Johnson looked from Burroughs to you and gave a small smirk. The look of subtle approval sent a satisfied shock through you. Immediately you felt your nipples harden and threaten to pierce your overly strained tank top. As your secret benefactor turned back towards Burroughs, you felt the pressure behind your nipples peak before beads of sweet milk began to pool in the fabric and spill down your shirt. You stifled the smallest of moans as they bickered back and forth.

"I could understand how her being in a trial two days in a row could be a clerical error, but four? She's so full of experimental drugs right now that her clothes can't even contain her!" He didn't know that you had bribed Johnson to have access to these trials. Even better, neither of them knew that starting on the second day, you began to buy the drugs from several of the other trial participants, quickly realizing that they were only there for the money not the actual effects of the drug. Those extra drugs were now safely in your purse hanging off the chair.

It was advertised as a breast enhancement lactation drug. Side effects include: increased fertility, increased libido, increased appetite, increased sensitivity, dominant tendencies, muscle growth, etc...

As Johnson tried to explain away how you happened to be in all four trials, the drugs from that day began to kick in. Waves of pleasure began to wash over you as your milk fully let down. Neither was looking at you as you felt your fourth growth spurt in as many days take hold.

A loud creak in the chair followed by a massive tearing noise in your top instantly demanded the focus of both administrators. Their jaws dropped as your breasts were finally freed, openly spraying steady streams of milk across the room.

"Oops." You muttered, standing up and taking the chair with you. Shaking your ass free caused it to break apart, your skirt falling away with it. You were now left in a spilt top and strained, soaked panties. "I think your drug works really well." You said, hefting your new udders to test their size and sensitivity. You cooed in pleasure as they jiggled endlessly in your hands before moving to your nipples to express torrents of milk. "I feel so huge. I feel so sexy. I feel so good." You moaned, temporarily lost in your own pleasure. Johnson reached across the desk to grab his milk-splattered clipboard and began to take notes. 'Subject is in a state of euphoria. Subject has grown over a foot and several cup sizes. Subject is a giant sexy milk machine.' He only thought that last part, but he wasn't wrong.

"We need to get her to a hospital!" Burroughs said, trying to take control of the situation.

"No, I think I want to see where this goes." Johnson countered. "It's valuable data. Imagine if this drug makes it to market. Anyone would be able to take a dose this high."

His words pulled you from your stupor. You weren't just anyone. You didn't want anyone to be able to have what you had. "You make several good points professor. Except. No one else should be able to take a dose this high. I will give you some more data to work with though." Reaching down into your purse, you pulled out the bag of drugs from the other participants and emptied it into your mouth before either administrator could comprehend what was happening. You grinned and stuck out your tongue after swallowing them all like you needed to prove that you actually did it.

"Holy shit," Johnson blurted out. "You actually did it."

"You boys might want to run." You teased, already feeling the pills starting to work their magic. You could feel your heartbeat in your nipples as they heated up, the flow of milk only increasing with each cup size. Your feeble panties snapped away as another wave of growth surged through you. Naked and glowing, you reveled in your own enormity as your tits started to envelop the room. The exit was behind you. The two man were now trapped as your breasts began to press into them, coating them with your milk. They pushed and fought against your massive mammeries, but that only fueled your arousal.

"That's it, knead my giant fucking tits. That feels so good! You might as well help me out while you're over there, why not latch on? Have a drink? I'm producing more than enough for everyone!" It was true. The whole floor was now soaked and the room was full of the sweet scent of your milk and arousal. Suddenly you felt it, two needy mouths tugging and sucking on your impossibly sensitive nipples. An intense orgasm immediately wracking through you. As you threw your head back, you bumped the ceiling. You were running out of room. Post climax weakness filling your legs, you fell to your knees before collapsing in the cool pool of your own milk. Your last conscious thought was that you hoped you were still getting paid for all four days of the trial since new clothes would be really expensive. And you'd need an industrial sized pump. And a bigger place to live.

Just a little story inspired by @breastgrowthgirl 's photo that she graced her followers with.

[gtsdreamer2]

Y'all ever fantasize about helping someone grow? Having the power to help a needy girl get bigger? Maybe it happens by accident at first before she realizes it's something that is even possible. But the neuron activation and the pleasure creates a deep need in her. Immediate growth addiction. She goes from teasing you to do it again to see if you can to begging you not to stop when you notice she's getting way too large to forcing you to make her much larger when she gets too big to deny. 😵‍💫

[gtswriter]

If you give a mouse girl a cookie, she'll ask for some milk to wash it down. You didn't tell her, but both were laced with some potent growth serum. She figured it out when she grew big enough to eat the entire box and wash it down with several gallons of growth milk. Anyway. She's stomping her way down to the factory that makes the serum now. She figured she'd cut our the middle man. At least you get to ride in her cleavage while you give her directions.

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Abby felt her heart beating out of her chest as she stepped out of the chemistry lab and into the halls of her college. She kept readjusting her top to try and contain her new chest. She tried pulling her pants down to cover her newly exposed ankles, but her widened hips and inflated ass wouldn't spare an inch. It was the end of the day. She got a few looks and friendly gestures that turned her face red from being perceived in her current state. Ignoring them and quickly looking away, she hurried her pace until she was safely out of the building.

Abby only began to calm down once she was three blocks away after boarding the bus home. She opened her bag to make sure the other vial was safely stored.

She laid back on the bus, recalling everything that happened up to this point. Her biology professor going into great detail about the work he had been keeping in his back office. The vials of growth serum that were nearly ready for human testing. She always ended up lost in his words. He was so passionate about his work and so smart. The leader in the field of biochemical engineering. She wasn't the best student, but she tried to grasp what she could. After his lecture, he had to run to a meeting and Abby pretended to take her sweet time getting ready to leave until the rest of the class was gone. She immediately let herself into his back office and found two shiny glass vials of thick syrupy pink liquid all corked and ready for transport. Unable to resist her curiosity, she uncorked one and quickly chugged the viscous contents, the pink coating her lips as she licked them and made it look like she had just applied some thick bimbo lip gloss. Licking and sucking and biting on her lips to try and get every last bit down her throat, her lips began to tingle. Smacking and puckering them together, she felt them begin to plump against each other. Her breathing felt hot as her whole body began to heat in turn. The tingle spread down her throat and straight into the tips of her nipples before spreading out through her stomach and into her core then outward to her fingers and toes. The feeling of growth mixed with her anxiety of stealing and putting an unknown substance into her body made her skin break out into a sweat. She remembered the feeling of watching her legs reveal themselves as her pant legs rode up. She fixated on the feeling of her ass and crotch running out of room in her tight jeans. The sensation of her toes pressing against her shoes. She staggered backwards and had to lean against a wall to keep herself from collapsing completely.

"Oh wow, this feels too good!" She said out loud, before covering her own mouth for making so much noise. She felt her hand press up against her new pillowy lips and almost triggered a full oral fixation meltdown. "Mmmm" Abby moaned into her palm as the heat intensified. 'I need to go before the professor comes back.' That was as the last thing she remembered before racing out of the school.

'That was such a rush.' She thought to herself. 'I wonder if I could get away with drinking another one. I wonder what would happen if I rubbed it into my skin. She smacked her lips again, reveling in the effects that the serum had when applied directly to them.

Abby rubbed her thighs together, feeling the fabric press tightly against her crotch as it hugged her widened hips. The rush from what she had done was dying down, but as the bus got closer to her house, her body was ramping up towards the moment she could peel her snug clothing off and examine herself in earnest. She could feel her nipples pressing against her bra and when she looked down she could clearly see them poking through her top. She pressed her arms together and felt the buttons straining against her bust. Letting out a small whimper, she drew looks from other passengers, but tried to ignore their stares as she finally reached her stop. Racing off the bus, Abby jogged the last couple blocks to her home with her shoes and her bra greatly protesting.

Bursting through the front door, Abby quickly ran up the stairs and dropped her bag off on her bed before stripping out of her clothes to approach her full length mirror. She giggled to herself as she realized immediately that she needed to take an extra step back to not have her head cut off in her reflection. "I've just grown that much." She mused as she did a little twirl, getting lost in her new form. She shimmied her top half in the mirror, watching her new size jiggle in new ways. She cupped her chest and reveled in the amount of heft that they had now. Pinching her nipples sent strong surges of pleasure through her, eliciting a verbal coo from her puffy lips. Remembering her lips, she looked at them in the mirror, noting that they still had some of the light pink color stained into them. She leaned in and gave her reflection a kiss, leaving a faint pink set of lips on the mirror. Coming away form her reflection she made eye contact with herself. 'My eyes are lighter.' She remarked. They had shifted from a deep blue to a lighter lavender color. She was fixated on them as a fuzzy feeling began to fill her thoughts, making it hard to think. She fell back and sank into her bed as the clouds piled up in her mind. She idly played with her chest as she spaced out, bucking her hips against the air as soft moans escaped her swollen lips.

Abby's stupor was only broken when she heard her mother call her down to dinner. How much time had passed? She tried to shake out the brain fog as she grabbed some sweat pants and a hoodie to hide her new body and absent-mindedly went downstairs.

"I told you. It's just lip gloss. I borrowed it from Kate." Abby murmured between bites. She was suddenly ravenous when presented with food and wasted no time trying to wolf it all down.

"You shouldn't be sharing lip products. Thats how you get mono." Her mother chided to which her father nodded. Abby was growing frustrated from her mother's nagging, but tried to stuff it down as she stuffed her face. She avoided eye contact or raising her voice as that would only egg them on. "Sit up straight." Her mother insisted. Abby leaned back against her chair but still tried to slump to avoid showing off her new height. Luckily her parents didn't pay enough attention to her to really notice, and she got through dinner without holding any eye contact. Obviously she'd be discovered if she grew any bigger, but the last thing she wanted was to be found out BEFORE she had that option taken away from her.

Finishing her plate, she quickly took it to the kitchen and then escaped upstairs with the excuse of homework. Finally alone again, she removed herself from her clothes and eyed herself in the mirror once more. 'God, I was hungry. This body probably was lacking calories after all that growing.' She remarked that maybe she had grown another inch or two after all that food, but maybe it was just wishful thinking. Even though she was already an inch or two over six feet by now, Abby did find herself wishing for it all the same. She grabbed the second vial and laid back in bed.

"I probably should wait a couple days for this to work through any side effects...but I know the professor will definitely be looking for his vials, and I don't want to miss the chance to be bigger." She confessed to herself, steeling her resolve. She drank the rest of the serum and was quickly greeted with the familiar tingles and warmth. Abby felt it coat her lips again. This time she inserted two fingers from each hand into her mouth to cover them in the thick liquid before moving them to her nipples to rub in the excess. Her nubs hardened at her touch and quickly changed shade to match the pink of her lips. She felt their sensitivity increase as her body began to grow again. The process was even more euphoric with the second dose now that she was alone.

Abby could feel her ass bubbling underneath he as her legs stretched towards the end of the bed. She felt herself slicken between her legs as her growth tapered off around the six foot eight mark. Sucking on her fingers once more to reclaim the remaining serum from her mouth, she snaked her hand down to her lower lips and began to rub the last little bit into her soft labia and swollen clit. The feeling was explosive and Abby immediately had to turn on her side and bite her sheet to stop herself from crying out. Her thighs clamped tight around her hand as she felt the serum work its magic one more time. She felt her lips swell ever so slightly against her fingers, soaked with a mixture of drool, serum, and her arousal. Her clit was absolutely pulsing from all the attention until it was too much and she pushed herself over the edge. Abby laid there panting as the fuzzy feeling began to cloud her thoughts again she she passed out with a big smile on her face.

Abby awoke to her pillow covered in light pink drool. Her head was still cloudy, but she felt so so refreshed and well rested and happy that she didn't pay it much heed. She groggily got out of bed and stretched, her palms easily resting on the ceiling. 'I'm so big now.' She realized, giggling to herself. She looked at herself in the mirror again. Bright pink nipples greeted her, with matching pink lips and now pink eyes to go with them when she checked out her reflection. Her nipples had grown from all the extra attention the previous night. Her overall bust was larger, too. Even her ass and hips seemed to be proportionately larger. Just the sight of herself was beginning to get her juices flowing again. But she resisted. She cooed as she cupped her now massive tits, but it was more in agreement with their new size over the pleasure of touching them.

She sat on her bed again and wrapped her sheet around her upper torso as she opened up her laptop to start shopping for anything that would fit her. Maybe ten minutes in she heard a knock on her door.

"Hang on." She uttered, suddenly flustered at the idea of being perceived in her new state. She wrapped the sheet tightly around her and plucked her sunglasses off her nightstand to hide her pink eyes before hunching over the best she could to answer the knock. As she opened the door she found herself eye level with her professor. Abby was so stunned that she stood up to her full height and was suddenly looking down at him.

"I see." Was all he said before pushing his was past her into her safe space. "Sit." He urged, and she complied.

"Your mother let me in because I told her you hadn't shown up to class today, and I wanted to make sure you didn't fall behind." Abby was up stunned and embarrassed to speak. "That was, of course, a lie. I'm here because you stole from me."

The firmness in his voice was increasing the fluffy cloudiness in her mind. Something about being in the presence of this man was making the serum in her body react. She simply nodded along to his words. His mouth. His lips.

He reached forward and removed her glasses, eliciting a whimper from her against her will. "Tsk tsk. Looks like you already drank more than one vial." His condescending tone was making her weak. Looking around, the professor spotted the empty second vial on her bedside table and watched as her face reddened in an embarrassed blush

"So greedy, drinking both before you even knew about the side effects. I want you to know that I saw you steal them." he began, monologing to her while she was too stunned to speak. "I've got cameras in my back office. Normally I leave the door locked, but I just had a feeling that you would go in there and take the vials. It was something about the way that your ears perked up whenever I mentioned my side research. The term growth serum always seemed to wake you right up. Maybe it's because you are, or WERE I guess, the smallest in my class. You've probably been small your whole life. But look at you now." He gestured to her dumbstruck form, still clutching the inadequate sheet against her almost absurd stature.

"You must be somewhere between supermodel and baketball star, but I wonder if that's enough for you." Her fogged mind could almost grasp at what he was hinting at. "I can tell that you are only barely comprehending what I'm saying. It's a shame really. One of those pesky side effects that I mentioned. I haven't really figured out how to keep the brain fog away. All my test subjects seem to turn into drooling dripping ditzes after about two vials. But I just have an inkling that you can overcome it if you agree to come back with and be my big lab rat for a few weeks. I'm sure your parents won't object when I tell them that I'm trying to cure you. They'll be thrilled that I'm not pressing charges."

In between the professor's monologing, Abby's addled brain tried very hard to piece together what he was saying. She caught phrases like 'side effects', 'lab rat, and 'pressing charges' and her anxiety spiked. Sensing her distress, he pulled a third vial from his pocket.

"I forgot to mention how addictive the feeling of growth is." He began, popping the cork out of the vial. "I find that my subjects are a little more willing and attentive with the right motivation." Her attention snapped to the vial and she immediately longed for the feeling of the first two vials to be returned to her. She licked her puffy pink lips and started and whimpering and begging as best she could.

"Please," She whined, "I'll go with you. You can help me right? That's what you were saying? I'll be your little lab rat if you can fix my head and keep making me bigger!" Faster than the professor could anticipate, she reached her elongated arms out and snatched the vial from his grasp. Laying back onto the bed and keeping him at a distance with her muscular legs, she tilted it towards her lips and immediately downed the contents. "Mmmm" she cooed as the thick liquid coated her throat and began to warm its way through her in the most familiarly euphoric way.

"Well that's one way to do it." He said, surprised that she was so willing to trust the one that put her in this position. "Well, there's no time to waste, we need to get you out of here before you get too big to move. Come on!"

By this time, the growth had already started, as if her body was adapting to having the serum thrust upon it and was eager to continue its work. She was writhing and moaning beneath the inadequate sheet, but it would have to do. He pried her hands away from her crotch and her growing breasts to her overwhelming dismay, as he hoisted her out of bed. "I'll explain everything to your parents, but we need to get you into the car quickly."

Too mind-numblingly out of it to protest, she allowed herself to be herded down the stairs and out the front door that she had to duck under. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror before leaving. "Mmmm. Big." She moaned, marveling at how much bigger she was. Her mom watched just as her giant daughter was ushered out the back of the kitchen. "Hi mommy!" She called, oblivious to her mother's horror stricken face. "I'm a big girl now because I did something bad, but the professor here is going to make me all bigger, I mean better!" He pushed her head down and stuffed her into the back of his nearly insufficiently spaced BMW before turning back to Abby's mother. He locked the childlocked door behind him.

Abby couldn't here the conversation going on outside of the car. That is to say, she couldn't focus on what was being said outside of her own little world of growth and pleasure that she now found herself alone in. That third dose in her system felt super charged to her. All the growth sensations flooded her body stronger than the first two, giving her a new high to go with her new height. She was indulging in every sensation of every inch of her body now, rubbing and groping and teasing as she bit the sheet that she was still draped in. She couldn't even function enough to count how many times she had finished as she flooded the whole back seat she was taking up with her juices. She had to be over eight feet tall by now as she was hunching further and further forward.

Finally the professor joined her in the front seat. "Wow, I can tell that you've wasted no time trying to get accustomed to your new body. You're almost out of room though, so let's hurry and get you to your new abode before you bust out of my car." He sped off to the lab where he just knew she'd fit right in.

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"Ugh, do you live under a rock or something?" Star scoffed. "It's called Reset. It's very expensive and exclusive. Apparently it's supposed to be for sad rejects that had a pathetic puberty, like you, or people with other hormonal problems." All the friends from Star's clique laughed with her at Bethany. Short, awkward, shy Bethany.

It was partially true, puberty had hit Beth like a soft feather, but Star had been blessed by the puberty gods; she was tall, curvy, and the center of their universe since the beginning of sophomore year. Now, as seniors, Beth had noticed that Star seemed to be blossoming all over again. She was definitely taller than a few weeks ago, and her whole wardrobe seemed tight on her. She finally worked up the nerve to ask her about it, and this was how they treated her.

"Anyway, I don't know how it works, but Stacy does. Stacy, tell Beth how it works." The small bookish girl of the clique, clearly the one stuck on homework duty in quintuplicate stepped forward and cleared her throat

"Well, the drug is called reset because it does just that. It convinces the pituitary gland and the thyroid that the body hasn't gone through puberty and the body immediately reacts as if the user is going into puberty for the first time..." Her voice quieted down as the girls around her lost interest, but Beth only got more curious. "And um...well, as you can see..." She gestured to Star, "The effects kind of speak for themselves." Star flaunted her assets at the obvious praise, flipping her hair.

"As you can see for sure!" Star chirped, grabbing the underside of her chest and practically shoving it in Beth's face. "My daddy got me a pill as an early eighteenth birthday present. I obvs told him that I wanted it, and I'm pretty good about getting what I want. I told him that I wanted to finish my second puberty before I turned eighteen. Even though that was last week. And I'm still growing. But I'm not complaining. It just feels so good to be bigger than everyone else. And..." she was rambling now, as the queen of the clique tended to do, "It's not just me height and my tits, but my hair is shinier and thicker, and my nails are sharp and strong, even my mind is quicker. It's totally like cheating at life, like look at me!" Beth found that she didn't want to look anywhere else.

"Oh, and all those horny sex pheromones that we make during puberty? Let's just say I've got everyone drooling." She smirked as Beth realized she was gaping slack-jawed at this point. Her proximity to Star was drawing her in.

Star and most of her posse turned heel and walked away, satisfied in their humiliation of Bethany. Only Stacy stayed behind, pity and familiarity in her eyes. "It's not fair that she gets to have a second puberty." She whispered mostly to herself. "It should go to girls like us." She said louder, turning to Beth. "I could get us some. I know how to go through Star's dad's accounts. She made me do it before once when he told her no. I could go back and find out where he got it and get us some using his credit card. They have more than enough money. We could have them in our hands before they even know what happened. It would be too late for them to do anything about it." Stacy's eyes gleaned.

"Why help me?" Beth asked, genuinely confused.

"You're like me. Small, overlooked, only sought after when someone thinks you can be useful..." Beth suddenly felt the kinship between them spark.

"Let's do it."

Only a week later, the tracking showed that the pills were in the mail. Stacy and Beth made eager eyes at each other all class long. That is when they weren't fixated on Star. She seemed to have grown even larger in the last seven days somehow. It's like her six foot five frame was taunting the meek girls while also demanding the attention of the entire class. That will be me soon enough, Beth tight to herself, practically shaking with anticipation as the final bell rang on Friday. Stacy and Beth both raced out the door to Stacy's house.

Stacy opened the box that was waiting for them on her doorstep and pulled out a single pill for each of them. "I'm so excited, I literally can't stop shaking!" Beth said, the two becoming fast friends in secret while anticipating the arrival of the drug. They both took their pill, eager to measure up to each other after the weekend.

Laying in her bed that night, Beth could swear that she could feel her body changing. Like something inside her that had long lay dormant was awakening. She tingled all over, fussing to try and sleep, but her mind was buzzing, and she couldn't get herself to calm down. I need to fall asleep. Growing girls need their sleep! She told herself before finally succumbing to dreamland.

Saturday morning Beth awoke with an alertness she hadn't felt before. Her body hummed with energy. And hunger. She jumped out of bed and immediately felt an ache in her knees and a weight on her chest. She grinned wide. It's already starting! She thought to herself, admiring her new body in the mirror. She had already added at least three inches to her five foot three frame overnight. Apparently the initial burst of growth was leftover growth potential from her pitiful first puberty. She assumed that she would grow at least another six inches over the span of the day as she ate and piled fuel into her growling stomach. The growth was supposed to become slower and more steady after that, mimicking an only slightly accelerated normal puberty after that. I have a lot of growing to do if I want to get anywhere near as big as Star though. She had already been close to cresting the seven and a half foot mark the day before. Her allure was almost palpable in class. But Beth was optimistic that she would be at least over six feet by Monday.

Beth spent the day eating and resting and trying her best to focus all her extra energy into thinking about growing. She had eaten most of the food in her house by the end of the day and forced her parents to go do a grocery restock. They came back with pizza which she gleefully made easy work of. Measuring herself before bed, she found that her chest had gone from a laughable a cup to a comfortable c. She was a little disappointed that she was only five foot ten by the end of the day, but it was serious progress, and she still had a whole day to go before Monday. "Clothes shopping tomorrow?" She texted Stacy before falling asleep touching herself. Playing with her new body felt incredible, but all the growth had used up her energy for the day and she just couldn't stay awake.

She awoke Sunday morning to no reply from her friend. Measuring herself again, she had broken six feet overnight, but barely. Her wardrobe was now woefully inadequate and she ate breakfast naked. It left her open to idly squeeze and heft her new tits while she ate. She marveled at the supple perkiness of them. The sensitivity. The responsiveness of her nipples growing hard at the softest touch. She was in love with them. After breakfast she called Stacy, but no answer.

She found clothes that fit in her dad's closet. Jeans that hugged her new assets and a shirt that her chest protested violently against, but it would suffice. She used most of her funds buying new outfits that were slightly too large and ate out another two times before returning home. Her parents were more than a little concerned at her six foot two stature when she got back, her dad's clothes left in a bag after she outgrew them. She avoided confrontation all during dinner. She just told them that it must be a late growth spurt or that they hadn't been paying attention to her and she wasn't actually that much bigger than they remembered her. She said this all while going through four helpings of dinner, denying the possibility of leftovers. Beth quickly excused herself back to her room where she had a quick shower to continue to explore her wonderful new self before climbing into bed and touching herself to completion several times before sleep took her. She dreamed about her and Stacy towering over Star at school the next day.

It was finally Monday. Bethany jumped out of bed and measured herself again. Six foot three. Full D cup breasts. A nice shapely ass. She had grown a whole foot over the weekend and she couldn't wait to flaunt her new stature with Stacy, who oddly hadn't returned any of Beth's messages.

She threw on an outfit that still had some room to grow and rushed downstairs, quickly eating some food before racing to school. Her longer stride made her cover the distance in no time. As she got close, Beth was immediately surrounded by stares. And, she realized, the more people that gathered around her, the more stares she got. She wasn't used to being the center of attention. She also wasn't used to her new libido. She could feel herself getting hot and bothered as the stares turned to lust. Star had said something about pheromones a couple weeks ago she thought, picking up the pace to try and outrun the feelings building up in her. Finally she made it to class and slumped down in her seat, trying to at least not stand out until Stacy arrived. She never did.

Right before the bell rang, Stacy's seat was still empty. Star made her entrance and the whole room stared. God, she has to be almost seven feet tall at this point. Beth remarked to herself as she made eye contact with Star, who raised an eyebrow at her, before her face turned from recognition to shock. "How did you-"

"Take your seats." The teacher cut Star off and stared her down (up?) until she sat. The whole class, Star kept looking back at Bethany, trying to make sense of how her meek little punching bag turned into a buxom bombshell over three days. Finally break came and Star rushed over.

"Sorry, I have to go!" Beth blurted getting up and shoving Star aside before sprinting out of class. She ran down the hall towards the lady's room before Star could even comprehend what had happened. Pick up pick up! Beth thought, dialing Stacy again. Immediate voice mail. I can't handle Star by myself! she ran past the bathroom and out of the school, jogging all the way to Stacy's.

Not even out of breath after the short jog, Beth noticed a sign on the front door. "The door is unlocked. Leave the food inside, and you'll get a nice tip and five stars." Bethany let herself in.

"Stace? You here?" She called out.

"I'm in my room!" A voice boomed through the house. Beth rushed to Stacy's room.

"Are you ok in there? I've been worried. You haven't answered my texts or calls all weekend!"

"Don't come in!" Stacy replied. "I'm sorry! I crushed my phone. I..." She trailed off. "I took two." She whispered.

"Took two what?!" Beth said, concerned. "You crushed your phone??"

"I took two pills!" Stacy yelled, the door to her room shaking. "I've been doordashing food all weekend on my mom's phone! I wanted to call you, but I dont have your number and I'm too big to leave the house! Nothing fits! I'm too hungry and too horny! Fuck!" She cried out in frustration.

Beth pushed herself into the room, the air stale and musky with the scent of sex in the air. Food wrappers were wadded tightly in the corner. In the center of the room was a very large, very naked Stacy. Holy shit, she has to be at least twelve feet tall. Jesus.

Stacy's sat on the bed, legs spread and baring all. Compared to her body, her tits had to be at least a G cup. She's so overdeveloped and...sexy. Beth thought, trying not to become overwhelmed by the three day buildup of pheromones that this giantess was pumping out.

"Walk me through it. What happened? She said, sympathetically. "I thought we only had the two pills."

"No. I wanted you to think that. I ordered four. I was going to surprise you and give us each two so that we could really show Star who's boss, but then I got greedy and thought about taking three for myself. I shouldn't have even taken the two...Look at me!" Stacy grabbed at her chest and squeezed for emphasis, moaning and bucking her hips instinctively. "I cant even leave the house like this! Imagine if I had taken the third pill!" Beth saw it then, sitting on the bedside table. Although she didn't want to be as large as Stacy, she also couldn't stand the fact that Star was still bigger than her. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't tempted to snag it and get even bigger. But she turned her focus back to her friend.

"I get it. I don't blame you. I forgive you for hiding the other pills. I'd hug you to make you feel better, but-" Before she could finish, Stacy wrapped two big arms around Beth and pulled her into her chest, suffocating her against her bust.

"Mmm, you're a good friend." Stacy cooed, wrapping her legs around Beth before she started to instinctively grind against her. "Just having you here is already starting to make me feel better. It's starting to make me feel a lot of things." Beth tried to pull away, but Stacy hugged her tighter. "I've been so so needy since Friday night. You're such a good friend for coming to check on me." She's high on her own supply. And I'm starting to feel it too. Beth thought, her mind growing hazy.

"Stace, I'm glad you're starting to feel better, maybe we should figure something out for you, I mean-" Stacy put one large hand on Beth's head and started pushing her downward. "Hang on, I don't think you know what you're doing."

"I do. I need release. I know you feel it. I need your help." She pushed Beth lower until she was inches from Stacy's glistening crotch. The heat and the aroma coming off of it were so intoxicating that Beth lost all her inhibitions. She dove in, frantically licking and sucking as Stacy pushed her deeper, grinding against her. Neither knew what they were doing. They were guided only by hormones and lust. Eventually Beth was finally able to guide Stacy over the edge more than once, solving the arousal problem for half of the parties involved at least, but Beth could feel that her own arousal had completely soaked through her panties.

Stacy could sense her friend's pent up feelings and decided to respond in kind. Lifting her up and throwing her onto the bed, She made quick work of Beth's clothes, their difference in size making positioning her a breeze. Spreading her legs, Stacy marveled at the wonder that was Beth's naked body. Leaning down, she planted several tender kisses right on Beth's swollen clit before swiping her large tongue over the whole surface of her friend's lips, forcing a loud moan out of her. Beth turned bright red. "God, I know that you're bigger than you were last week, but you look so small to me. Such a cute little delicious play thing. Before Beth could form the words to respond, Stacy got to work in earnest, each ministration feeling divine. She easily coaxed multiple orgasms out of Beth in a matter of minutes, leaving her a panting mess.

"That...that was good." Beth said, trying to come down from her high. "We'll get this whole thing sorted out." She said, gesturing to her friend's size. "I think you pull off the whole giantess thing very well, if i do say so myself. I think Star will be very jealous next time she sees you."

"I think I like being big too, but I kind of wish I had someone else to be this big with." Stacy replied, hinting at what they were both thinking. Before she could have second thoughts, Beth shot up and downed her second Reset pill.

"I think I can make that happen." Was all Beth said before picking up her phone to order more food for them.

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"Hey, I think the pharmacy messed up." You said to your wife, reading the packaging of her new medicine. "GROzempic? Superglutide? Sweetie, I don't think-"

"MMPH!" You heard from the other room as she injected herself with her new drug. "Oh, it's right honey!" She called out to you before waking into the dining room and putting the injector back into its packaging. "The doctor asked if I wanted a weightloss drug or a weight redistribution drug. Apparently this one is good for making fat and excess calories go straight to my curves." She ran her hands up and down her body for emphasis. Not that she had the bust to show off with the gesture. "It's supposed to work fast, too." She said with a wink.

"It all seems a little extreme to me, but if you want this and it'll make you feel better about yourself, I support you." You wrapped your arms around you wife and planted a little peck on her cheek.

"Can we do dinner now? I'm famished. Let's go out." She said, eyes hungry. "It says I'm supposed to eat after taking it."

You watched in fascination as your wife devoured everything on her plate in record time. She seemed extra ravenous tonight, but she was in a good mood, so you had no reason to complain. Pushing away her empty page, she patted her full tummy. "That was so good!" She squealed, watching as you picked at the second half of your food. "Mmm. It's starting, she cooed, eyes rolling back."

"What's starting?" You replied, eying her expectantly before you noticed her chest rising with her quickened breaths, but not exactly falling. "Oh shit, you're-"

"Redistributing." She answered, hands on her stomach as it seemed to flatten, her proportions shifting towards her chest and ass. As her behind ballooned, she was lifted an inch and then two by her now pillowy posterior. "Fuck, this feels really good. It's like I'm getting sexier in real time." She rubbed her legs together, reveling in the sensations her body was giving her as she reached up and cupped her growing chest. "The girls are getting so big, honey. They can barely fit. And to think I almost wore a bra, not that I needed one before with how small they were. God they're so full and perky, I might not need one now anyway. Mmmm. Are you gonna finish that?" She asked, licking her lips and eying your plate.

You quickly broke from your trance and set your plate on her empty one, sliding it over to her. Looking around the room, some other patrons definitely took notice of your wife's noises and sudden transformation. Your face grew red from embarrassment before returning to the women in front of you who was making quick work of the remainder of your food.

"Thanks honey." She teased between licks of her fingers. "The drug says not to overeat, but I was still hungry, and you certainly looked too distracted to mind."

"Why...uh.." you said, trying to form words as your wife started to change again. "Why does it say not to overeat? Are there some side effects?"

"Nothing too major, honey. Something about compounding effects. Exponential effectiveness after a certain number of calories. Overall size increase. Nothing we need to...mmm...worry about." You watched as your wife's blouse popped its first button. "I'm sure. This is all. Normal!" Your wife accentuated each pause with a noticeable little growth spurt before her blouse busted open, revealing a pair of G cups with very hard nipples. She was no longer the plump little five foot two woman that you married you realized as she stood up, her skirt completely riding up her hips and revealing the tightest pair of soaked panties that obviously didn't fit anymore.

"Sweetie, I think it's time to go. Everyone is staring. You walked over to her and she was easily two heads taller than your six foot height. "You're huge!" You said, stunned.

"And sexy, right? You like me like this, don't you?" She threw her arms out and gestured to her new form, her blouse opening fully and allowing her breasts to spill completely free and right in your face. You nodded in time with them wobbling back and forth completely hypnotized by their sheer size. "Eeee!" She squealed, jumping up and down as her skirt and panties finally shredded away. She picked up her purse and pulled out the GROzempic.

"Wait, what are you-" before you could even think about protesting, your wife plunged the injector into her leg, you could hear the dose indicator ticking down as she shot herself up again.

"If you like me more now that I'm bigger, then I want to be even bigger!" Before even getting your response, your large, naked, voluptuous wife strutted right into the restaurant's kitchen, smiling and winking and giggling at all the customers that gaped at her as she went by.

"My hubby and I are celebrating my glow-up!" She announced to a very confused kitchen staff. She looked at the food window where several dishes waited ro be taken to customers. "Don't mind if I do!" She said to no one in particular as she started to grab fistfuls of food and scarf them down. "I'm sorry that I'm not eating like a proper lady!" She said between mouthfuls, mistaking the cooks' fascination and awe for disgust. "I'm just a very hungry, growing girl, that's all!"

You hung in the doorway to the kitchen watching your wife go through three, four, five, six dishes as her growth accelerated. You had a front row seat as her ass ballooned in front of you. You could only assume that her chest was receiving the same love from her new drug. As she crested the twelve foot mark, she began to have to duck as she finally turned to you.

"Oh honey, there you are!" She exclaimed, seeming to break from her feasting trance and remembering you exist. "Look how big I am now! I'm really feeling myself! GROzempic has done wonders for my self-confidence. Maybe I should become the spokeswoman. Spokesgoddess?" She lifted you up in her arms and exited the restaurant, luckily there was a wide set of double doors for her to use. As she stood up to her full height and set you down, you could hear her tummy rumble. "Mmm, I really want to fuck your brains out, but I could really go for some dessert."

You took your naked giant wife's hand and began to lead her down the street to the local bakery. "Whatever makes you happy, sweetie." She squealed again before picking you up and racing down the street.

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As Kittie sat down across from Sara, she already wasn't sure what she had gotten herself into. Sara had invited her on this date to the town's popular buffet, but Kittie wasn't that big of an eater. Judging by her size, she assumed that Sara wouldn't be either, but sure enough, as Sara started to dig into her plate, Kittie could tell her date came here to EAT.

"Sorry," Sara said between forkfuls of food, "I skipped breakfast. And lunch. I've just been looking forward to this all day. I love being able to pig out."

"That's ok!" Kittie said reassuringly as Sara sucked the meat off a short rib before licking her fingers with a loud sucking sound "I like a girl who's not afraid to eat when she's hungry." Kittie picked at her meager first plate as Sara shoved her empty one away.

"That's a relief because I'm still famished. Be right back!" Sara scooted her chair back and gave Kittie a great view of her ass that seemed to be at war with the jeans that looked painted on. She felt her cock pulse between her legs at the thought of what she'd like to do to that behind later. No, not yet, not here! Kittie silently panicked to herself. With her five foot two frame, it was absolutely impossible to hide when her nine inch cock got erect. She decided to wear a cute skirt to show off for her date. She knew that she needed to get up and get more food soon and hoped it would go down by then. She was trying not to think about all the things she wanted to do to her date when Sara came strutting back with an overly full plate in each hand.

"Now I don't have to make as many trips!" Sara beamed, setting down the plates and scooting as close to the table as she could to close the distance between her and her food. Immediately she began to go to work.

Broccoli beef, orange chicken, a slice of pizza, chicken nuggets, French fries, pasta, three dinner rolls; Kittie watched with fascination as Sara quickly wolfed it all down. She was transfixed on the whole ordeal until her trance was broken by a loud belch.

"Uuuuuurp! Oops! Excuse me! I'm sorry, maybe I'm eating too fast." Sure enough, nothing fresh plates were empty while Kittie's was only half worked on. As Sara rose to go get more, her thighs lifted the entire table on her side and slid Kittie's plate towards her lap. She caught it before it left the table. "Sorry!" Sara apologized again, as she sat back down to scoot her chair back. It groaned in protest as she stood up again.

As she stood up a second time, Kittie could see her midriff peeking out between her shirt and pants. Pants that were struggling to contain her muffin that she'd somehow formed in the last few minutes. Even her top looked like it was fighting against her plump (plumper?) Tits. Kittie's cock throbbed under her skirt as she marveled at Sara's growing curves. Growing, Kittie thought to herself. It became obvious as Sara turned to go get her food again. Her ass was now overflowing from her jeans and a large portion of her back was exposed from her shirt riding up. Oh fuck, that's so sexy. Kittie got up and quickly tucked her thobbing monster into her waistband, praying that no one would be looking at her as she followed Sara back to the buffet.

"Hey, I thought since you're so hungry, I could help you take more plates so you don't have you get up as much." Kittie tried to maintain eye contact while she talked to her date, but being at tit level made it hard when they were jutting out into her face. Sara looked down at her and immediately saw the head of her cock poking out through the waist of her skirt.

I can't wait to have that later, Sara thought before taking Kittie up on her offer. "Grab me one of those and two of those and whatever is left of those. I really want to try more of that, and I can't leave until I've had that." They tracked back to the table with four full plates of food, all for Sara. Kittie had developed an appetite for something else.

"Eat!" She encouraged. "I know you're still so hungry. It all looks so yummy. Eat it all for me!" Kittie was surprised by how she was talking to her date, but if three plates had made Sara a few inches bigger, she was curious to see what four more would do. Uninhibited, Sara began to shovel food into her mouth. The first two plates disappeared in under two minutes. She let out another loud burp as her Jean button finally gave up. It freed itself with a self-satisfying *pop* before hitting the underside of the table and then rolling away.

"That's much better." Sara said with her mouth full before taking a big swallow. "Mmmph, my bra and panties are so tight still though. I was hoping you'd get to take them off of me later, but I think my body is nearly ready to handle that job itself." She could feel the back of her bra straining as her heavy tits overflowed her woefully undersized cups. "Almost there. Maybe a couple more plates." As soon as she finished her third plate her bra snapped off and she slid it out from under her shirt and handed it to Kittie under the table. "A little momento for you." She winked as she spurted up another three inches, her panties making an audible ripping sound in the places where it wasn't already soaked. Kittie rutted against the bra under the table as she watched Sara tilt the fourth plate to her lips and use the fork to dump it all into her mouth. Another large swallow and all her food was gone. She had to scoot her chair so far back to not be trapped under the table. As if on queue, her chair snapped under her weight and the while restaurant shook as her ass hit the ground. Her jeans blowing themselves off her body from the impact.

"Holy shit." Was all Kittie could say as Sara spurted a second snd third time. She had to be over ten feet tall at this point. "Um..." She tried to find her voice. "Should we get another chair?"

"No, that's ok. I don't need to waste time ferrying food to the table anymore, silly girl." She stood up to her full height and cast off the scraps of her shirt and her pants. She picked up her poor shredded panties and tossed them to Kittie. "Here, play with these while I go get some more food. And I think I still have room for dessert." She winked down at her little date as the rest of the restaurant quickly evacuated around her. "Good choice." She smirked.

As she made it back to the buffet, Sara was delighted to find that more items had been restocked. "Mmm, all my favorites made fresh just for me!" She squealed, upending tray after tray of food meant for whole parties of people down her throat. Her grown was now accelerating as she was able to fuel it much more effectively. Kittie watched in awe as she pumped her throbbing cock in her hand against the soiled panties that her date gave her. Bigger bigger bigger! She silently begged as Sara systematically moved from one end of the buffet to the other, eating everything in sight and ascending quickly. Twenty, thirty, forty feet later she was crouched down, trying to finish all that she could before the building couldn't contain her anymore. "Kittie, come here!" She called out, and her date came running. Sara gingerly scooped her up into her hand and covered her with her other one as she stood up and broke free from the restaurant.

Opening up her hands, she brought Kittie up to her eye level. "I'm still a little hungry." She said matter-of-factly as she pulled down Kittie's skirt. "I think I could go for some dessert." Kittie was more than ready to be devoured.

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Surely this has to be safe, Skyla thought to herself. I mean, they're safe for every kind of Pokémon, right? She looked at the little rainbow sphere in her hand and her stomach grumbled. "I haven't eaten all day!" she whined, tossing the rare candy into her mouth. She was immediately greeted with an explosion of flavor on her tongue as a feeling of raw electric power radiated through her body.

"God, is this what it feels like when a Pokémon levels up? It feels so...good." pleasure started to override her brain's circuitry as her clothes began to tighten around her. "I think I like leveling up." She moaned as she grew six inches. "Oh shit. Maybe it's not safe for people. I don't think I'm supposed to be growing. Pokémon don't that. They just evolve. Maybe..." She started, fishing a handful of candies from her pack. "Maybe that just means I'm getting ready to evolve." She stuffed the pile of candies into her mouth and quickly crunched them down into swallowable pieces before sending them down her throat to join the first one. The feeling of ecstacy magnified ten-fold as she began to heat up even more.

"Yes. I think I'm evolving. That or just leveling up to my true potential. This feels good. This. Feels. Right!" Each word was accentuated by another pulse of growth as she grew larger and larger. Her voice carrying farther and farther as the pleasure increased and she grew more desperate, gleefully air humping the ground as she shook her growing breasts. Eighteen, twenty-five, forty feet later, the growth finally started to slow, her pants becoming a little less dramatic as she came down from her high.

"Fuck, that was more intense than any battle. I bet I could beat any Pokémon in a fight now. Maybe I should find a Pokémart and get some more candies...just in case." She licked her lips, rising to her full height and easily spotted the mart the next town over.

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As she felt the pull of the kiss, Stacy had to straighten her back and tilt her head up. She knew that otherwise her partner Kirsten would grow out of reach. Or rather that she would shrink out of range. It was all very confusing. The passion between them seemed to create a flow of energy that just seemed to pass from one to the other. And although the wasn't in the mindset to regret it now, she might later. All Stacy wanted right now was whatever Kirsten wanted.

"And we want me bigger, don't we?" She said between locking lips, as if she was reading Stacy's mind. "We want me much bigger." She wrapped her arms around Stacy and bent down as she spurted up to keep the connection between them. "Mmm, you're such a good girl for helping me grow. You love how it feels for all your thoughts to just melt away. Replaced by my desires. Fuck this is so hot. And it's speeding up as your inhibitions fall away. That's it. Surrender."

Stacy began to thrust absent-mindedly against her growing goddess as she was fully scooped up onto her lap. She could feel Kirsten's chest expanding against her as they began to grow disproportionately to the rest of her.

"I'm not just growing. I'm getting sexier. I can feel it. You're making me bigger AND hotter. So good for me!" The couch groaned under her weight as she crested the nine foot mark, Stacy dwindling down below four feet, grinding away for her new queen. The praise and the making out turning her brain to absolute mush as her crotch only got wetter and wetter under her lose panties.

"All for you!" She cried out, trying to form words. "Take it all! Just keep making me feel this good and grow!" The permission afforded by her shrinking plaything only fueled her, stealing another foot in an instant and iliciting a cry of ecstasy from Stacy.

"All for me!" She roared, standing to her full height of eleven feet while holding Stacy in a bear hug. She was tucked in snug against the giant's bust, both bras held together by their bodies. One snapped off from being too small and the other comically large. "You're shrinking so fast. You're almost gone now. I bet I'll take everything you have left if you cum for me." Kirsetn broke the kiss to lean into Stacy's ear. "So cum for me." She shook in Kirsten's arms at the command as she felt her body push over the edge, Kirsten returning to the kiss as Stacy moaned into her mouth until she dwindled out of existence. Her clothes fell to the floor as if she had been raptured away and Kirsten's followed suit as she stretched up to her full fourteen feet of height. "That's a nice starting point, I think." She remarked to herself, squeezing out the front door in search of her next plaything.

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"Hey wait, why is my skin tuning green?!" Jessie asked, frantically. She watched as the pigments in her hands darkened from her former faor completion and then settled on a fresh spinach color. "Holy shit. I don't like that." She slumped back against her chair and sulked as the professor put a bandage on her arm where she had just been stuck with a needle.

"Someone didn't read the packet." He said dismissively. "We just altered you on a cellular level. Each skin cell on your body now has a cloroplast in it. And that means...." He trailed off, lining up the softball question for Jessie to answer.

"Green. Like a plant. To photosynthesize." She recited, as if she had read it one hundred times.

"So you knew that, but you couldn't put together the green part?" He clapped her on the shoulder. "It worked though. Or it appears to have at least. Look at you. Look at your chart. Great numbers all around." He seemed pleased.

"So all I need is a little sun and I can skip meals completely now? Like a little plant battery right on my skin? I just get to walk around looking like she hulk, well without the bulk of course" Jessie was by no means statuesque. She was a mousy little five foot nothing intern that somehow happened to have the perfect combination of biomarkers and fitness levels to be the perfect test subject for this new treatment. All she knew is that it was supposed to be safe and she was making major bucks for the treatment and would be saving even more without having to buy as many meals. The packet said she'd most likely only need one fifth her normal caloric intake unless she wanted to eat for fun.

"We need to start testing right away." The professor grabbed his notes and ushered Jessie to the fitness room.

"Why is it so dark in here?" She asked, squinting to no avail. She'd been in here countless times and pretty much had the layout memorized anyway.

"We're going to start with normal artificial light that your new cells can't process." He flipped on the first set of lights and set Jessie up on the treadmill, hooking her up to all the bio scanners. Half an hour of running later and she was finally feeling hungry and tired.

"If you're trying to exhaust me, it's definitely working, I'm pooped." She slumped off the side while the machine was still running to catch her breath.

"Ok, now that you're in a caloric deficit and your body is in a state of fatigue, let's turn on the photosynthetic lights and see what happens in three, two, one..." click.

As the new set of lights sparked to life, Jessie immediately felts a warm sensation caress over her skin. Instantly her fatigue faded and her hunger abated. "Woah. That's nuts. Like seriously. What the fuck. I feel great now. Like I hadn't even started running yet. Let's go some more."

With the lights overhead feeding directly into her cells, she ran faster without stopping for a good hour before the professor called it quits. "It seems like you're immune to hunger and fatigue as long as there's natural light hitting your body. That's incredible. Revolutionary. A scientific marvel." He was on awe of her. Or the science. But she still took it in stride.

"Yes yes, I'm a wonder to behold, can I go home now? I'd like to feed my cat and catch up on my shows." She was getting lab rat fatigue and wanted to feel like a person again. Maybe she could go makeup shopping to try to offset the shade of Elphaba green she had become. Unless makeup would block the effects of the photosynthesis...great.

"I'll dismiss you for the rest of the day. Come back tomorrow night for more tests please. I'd like to see how your numbers change in 24 hours and after a sleep cycle."

Exiting the building, Jessie was greeted by the last remaining minutes of sunlight on this crisp spring evening. Her skin welcomed the kiss of the sun as her whole body felt electrified. After a short walk to her car, she quickly sped home, disregarding any need to pick up fast food. Walking through the door, she quickly fed her cat, who missed her profusely, peeled off her clothes for a quick shower, and then, after trying to adjust to the new pigmentation of herself in the mirror, plopped herself down in her bed and passed out.

Jessie notices three things when she awoke. One: she was starving. Two: the green pigment had all but left her skin. And three: she was definitely late in reporting back to the lab. "Shit." She cursed. She quickly threw on some baggy clothes, slipped her feet into a comfy pair of sandals, and dashed out the door. As she stood on her front porch, she wondered if she should bother with stopping for food since she was already running late.

"Well, do I really even NEED to eat?" She asked herself, realizing that the sun was already perfectly positioned to shower her with light. "Apparently not, wow." After about twenty seconds in the sun, her hungry completely abated and she quickly got into her car and zoomed to the lab. "Fuck, that's convenient." She thought to herself on the drive over.

"Alright, good news and bad news." The professor started, looking over her newest numbers.

"I don't like the sound of that at all, considering I feel amazing and am back to an acceptable shade of NOT-GREEN, but lay it on me doc."

"The good news is that it seems your photocells have gone subdermal. Which means the green is underneath. I don't know what caused that or if they will resurface, but we'll deal with that later. Maybe you should go out and find a man before they show up again. Kidding! The bad news is that it looks like you gained six pounds overnight. I told you that you didn't need actual food nearly as much anymore. I'm going to need you to stop overdoing it on the physical caloric intake for this study."

"Uhhh, I didn't eat anything after I left yesterday. I went straight home and slept. Your scale must be off or something." She looked down and pinched her sides. She certainly didn't feel like she was carrying around any extra weight.

"Get, up, I'll measure you again." As Jessie stood in front of the professor, something immediately seemed off to her. "There's no reason why you would have gained that much weight since yester....day." He looked her in the eyes and then from head to toe and back. "You're-"

"Taller?" She finished for him, shock crossing her face as she came to the same conclusion.

"Sit back down. More tests. Now."

Hours passed while blood was drawn, scans were done, calories were consumed, light was shined, and her body was pushed to its physical limits. Finally the professor let her rest.

"What's the prognosis, prof?" She asked, hopeful for any answers.

"Well, during our testing, you grew another two inches, but I think I know why now. You're five foot nine by the way. Congratulations. Let's hope we can keep you from getting any bigger."

"Five nine isn't bad. Jessie remarked, standing and pulling her shirt down over her now exposed midriff before it sprung back up, revealing her innie.

"So why am I bigger?? What happened? Can I not go out in the sun anymore? Did the experiment fail? Did you break me?!" Jessie started to spiral thinking about how much her body had changed in the last twenty four hours.

"Calm down. Let's go by what we know from the tests. Let's follow the data and proceed accordingly." The professor piled his notes and cleared his throat. "First, sunlight fills all your needs. Crazy fast. There's quantifiable numbers and graphs and ratios of positions to time of day and all that science jargon, but crazy fast is all you need to know. A few seconds in the sun and you're pretty much set for the day. No physical food necessary. Any sun after that SHOULD have either been stored for later or just not had any effect on your sated cells." He paused. "But it seems that sun after you've been satiated leads to growth. The best way I can describe it is your new cells are moving the energy they gather into the rest of your body almost instantly to be converted into mass." He paused again to let the information sink in.

"So..." She started, her brain trying to wrap around this new data, "if I go out into the sun, like the real sun and not just indoor uv lights, I'm going to get way big wat fast. How do we make that...not happen? What are my options? Spf three thousand? Long sleeves? Big floppy hats? Am I a vampire now? Give me some answers."

"Well, what the data shows is that if you burn a lot of calories your body can actually expend some of the stored mass. I don't know how much, but it looks like it's manageable. In theory, you can burn off how much you've grown so far and get back to normal. I think. It's not normal and we'd need to test it." The professor scratched the back of his head. "That and spf three thousand and I think you'll be ok. You just have to be very aware of your time spent outside." Two hours of rigorous strength training and cardio later, and Jessie did lose one and a half of the inches that she had grown since that morning.

"Ok, so now what?" She wheezed, fatigue flooding every pore of her body. "I'm exhausted and my body is telling me I'm starving. Do I eat food? Do I soak up some rays? Should I starve myself to keep from getting bigger again?"

"The good news is that your caloric gets dramatically larger when you're above your natural size. That may sound scary, but it means that if you were to get say...a foot or two larger than yoir base line, any rigorous activity will burn that size off rather quickly. I think. In theory."

"Doc, that's like seven and a half to eight feet tall. People don't get that big. I can't be that big!" Jessie's heart rate began to spike and she felt like the was back on the treadmill.

"Trust me, you won't get that big. Floppy hats, plenty of sunscreen, don't overdo it outside when you don't have to. Let me know if you can't handle that. Listen to your body. Get a little sun when your body tells you to, eat a little for fun if you're out with friends or on a date, make sure to hit the gym if you get too much sun. We'll check back in two weeks, ok? Oh. And maybe buy some baggier clothes hust ij case."

Two Weeks Later

"I'm so glad you decided to meet me for this date!" Greg said between mouthfuls of his sandwich. "You're a little taller than thought you'd be. Your profile said you were five six."

"Yeah, well, I may have had a little growth spurt since I made that profile. I'm about five nine right now." Jessie replied nervously, trying to subtly adjust her top. Keeping a steady size had been an absolute chore these past two weeks. It had felt impossible to shrink back down to her original height and her body would take any chance it could get to convert sunlight into growth. She had spent long sleepless nights working off inches that she carelessly gained by missing spots on her skin with sunscreen. Her food bill was noticeably lower and the green skin tone hadn't returned, so she considered herself blessed. Plus at five nine she thought her legs and tits actually looked really good.

"Well, I was pleasantly surprised, I actually prefer taller women, not that you're anywhere near as tall as me at six foot three. Hard to find any women in the dating pool taller than that, though." He said the last part mostly to himself while he took another bite and sighed.

"God," She mumbled between picking st bits of her very basic salad, "it would take me another two weeks in the dark to get rid of that much height."

"What was that?" He asked, puzzled, turning his head to the side like a dog.

"Oh, just that I could imagine being that tall, just not the amount of work that it would take to get rid of it." She replied

without a hint of sarcasm.

"You say that like it's the same as packing on pounds and then losing the weight." He was looking at her like she was crazy now.

"Yeah. It's like that for me. That's why I'm three inches taller than my profile says. Not trying to lie about my height. No reason in hiding it from you if this is going to go anywhere between us anyway." She twirled around her fork like she hadn't just dropped an unbelievable truth bomb on her date.

"Show me then." He said, signaling for the check.

After paying for the meal, the duo quickly exited the restaurant, the sun clearly not finished with the day for a few hours yet.

"Well, I've got some extra strength heavy duty sunscreen on my face arms, but I don't have any on my legs or torso. I guess we could go buy me something to change into so I can show you." He rushed her to the nearest department store to buy her a little blue bikini of her choosing. Fuck, she thought, I don't want to get TOO big, but I do like this guy and don't want him to think I'm crazy. She bought an additional coat to throw over herself so she wouldn't absorb too much sun. Maybe I'm crazy, she thought, exiting the fitting room. She would have a little room to grow into her new outfit, but not much. His eyes got huge as he viewed her strutting towards him. Being taller did feel appealing when he looked at her like that.

"Alright, you still think I'm crazy right?" Jessie asked Greg, her coat pulled tightly around her in the shade.

"I think you're a vampire the way you're avoiding the sun right now. So maybe a little crazy." He was practically salivating for the coat to drop so he could gaze apon her in a bikini again. All the workouts to stave off her growth was doing wonders for her figure.

"Alright. Just wait. Here goes." She dropped the coat to the ground and leaned over a railing in the sun. Letting it quickly soak into her back and down her legs. The pure sun filtering into her gsve her a sense of pleasure like she'd never felt in the two weeks since her treatment. Her breasts and core heated up immedia and she felt her knees get weak. After about ten seconds she retreated back to the shade and covered up with the coat, panting from the feeling.

"It..uh...usually takes a minute." She said, trying to regain her focus. The heat was radiating through every inch of her before she suddenly felt her body start to expand. "Oh fuck!" She whimpered as she grew six inches in the span of thirty seconds. I've never grown this fast. It feels really good! Mmmmph! She quickly discarded her bottoms and her bikini top under the coat, not wanting them to snap off of her. She fell to her knees and kept the coat huddled around her as she grew another six inches, her body seeming to expand out in all directions. She could feel her crotch growing wet with arousal, but the pleasure outweighed any shame she felt in that moment.

"Holy shit." Was all that Greg could say for the first two minutes while he watched his date pulse larger and practically air hump the ground, the coat still covering her enough to deny her a show, but her needy panting still clearly conveying that she was having a good time. "You're almost seven feet tall!" He said, jaw dropping as she stood up.

"It's going to be a bitch and a half to work all this off at the gym too." She said, dreading the thought of trying to find clothes that fit. "I don't think I'm done growing yet either. I shouldn't have done that. The uv radiation is still working its way through my system. The professor said that it should be easy to get myself back to under the six foot mark, but I'm not convinced. Fuck." Jessie was starting to get upset looking down at Greg, who just towered over her a few minutes prior. But her attitude change when she realized how hard he was pining for her at this new size. "This is turning you on, isn't it? No. I can see it. I can tell. You're eating this up. I very you want a peak under this coat so fucking bad." God, the sun on me a minute ago and now that look you're giving me? We need to get me home."

The ride back to Jessie's was only a little cramped in Greg's truck, but she could still feel herself growing the whole ride there. She must have been close to eight feet tall by now. The professor wouldn't be happy. Especially with her check-in in a day or two. Oh well. Accidents happen. As they parked in her driveway, she realized that there was no shade between them and the front door. She rummaged in her purse and handed Greg her keys.

"Go open the front door and then I'll run inside once you do. I can't risk being in the sun anymore today and this coat isn't covering my legs hardly at all."

He got out and she counted to twenty before running to the door and throwing herself inside, but she still felt the sun attempt to feed her more radiation.

"Fuck!" She cried out, slamming the door behind her as the pleasure from the uv hit her almost as strong as before. "Bedroom. Now." She threw the coat aside and gave Greg the full frontal view of her eight and a half foot tall and growing form.

End of part 1

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Rachel had always been rather vain. She loved attention and working out was one of her ways of polishing her body to perfection in order to earn and validate that attention. She was just finishing her most recent workout, another hard day's work at the local gym. She pushed herself further than usual today, and she was feeling it. She felt a little light headed and needed to sit. She put her finger to her ear to pause her wireless earbuds which rebuked her touch with a stinging shock that pulsed through her body. Pain turned to pleasure as the electricity coursed through her.

"Mmph!" She stifled a moan as she felt the electricity radiate down her finger, through her arm, and then from there spread to her whole body, from her suddenly erect nipples down through the tips of her toes. Even her clit felt a tingle pulse through it, forcing her immediately into an aroused state. Rachel's sweat coated skin was suddenly covered in goosebumps as she felt her body heat and tense. "Whaaat theeeee..." She sighed as her body grew ever so slightly.

She could feel it. Her muscles tightening and gaining density. Her shoes becoming a little tighter and her top protesting as her breasts grew almost imperceptibly larger. She laid back in her chair panting and whimpering as she felt herself grow wet. Rachel remained in an aroused state of shock for several minutes, trying to slow her breathing and not cause a scene as she slowly came down from her high.

'What the fuck was that?' She thought to herself, slowly standing up and surveying her surroundings to see if anyone was watching what had happened. She figured that no one noticed. Looking around. She could feel that her point of view seemed off. "I'm taller" she whispered out loud. "Like seriously, I can tell. What the fuck." She pressed her chest together. "I'm..bigger too." She teased her still erect nipples and immediately noticed their increased sensitivity. Deciding to Google what had happened, she opened up her gym bag to grab her phone, only to be greeted, once again, by a much more powerful shock to her whole hand. She pulled her hand back, dropping her phone as if she had been a snake that bit her, but it was too late. The phone's battery instantly went from eighty to ten as the power was drained into Rachel, who fell back into her chair as her growth resumed. Much stronger this time, she was unable to hold back the feelings of euphoria overcoming her.

"Fuck fuck mmm...fuck!" She cried out as she gained the attention of her whole gym. She suddenly became quite the spectacle as she bucked her hips against the air and whimpered as the feelings of growth overtook her. She gained another foot in the course of a minute and a half as the staff approached her.

"Ma'am, are you alright?" The man behind the counter asked, genuinely concerned for this patron's well being. As her surge was subsiding she was finally able to stand again. Her top and bottoms were hanging on for dear life as she lifted herself away from the wet spot on the chair that marked her first orgasm of the day.

"I feel great actually. I feel so energized and strong and still kind of horny tbh, not that that part is any of your business. The employee looked from Rachel to the soaked chair then back to Rachel, who stood at an impressive six foot two of solid muscle by now. He blushed and cleared his throat.

"Well I'm glad you seem to be feeling alright miss, but you caused quite a scene and I'm afraid...I have to ask you to leave."

Rachel scowled down at the little man, who was only little to her because she was over six feet tall at this point. "Is that so?" She said defiantly. "I rather liked causing a scene. And these people probably enjoyed the show." She crossed her arms and pouted while drinking in all the stares of the onlookers.

"If you don't leave," the man started, "I'll have to call the police and have them escort you out." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and held it in front of her threateningly.

"I don't think so. Yoink!" She plucked the phone from his hand and held it tightly as the remaining battery life from it poured into her. After this third shock to her system, Rachel was getting used to the feeling of electricity and only felt the pleasure returning with barely any of the sting.

"Get ready for me to cause...mmm..another scene." She moaned, dropping the employees dead phone on the ground before stomping it. She wrapped her arms around herself and began to gyrate and sway while the current flowed through her body. "That's it. UMPH! All eyes on me. These puny clothes aren't gonna last."

As her body processed the juice she jacked from the now crushed phone, she grew a third time. Only another foot, but still enough to turn her into an eight foot tall titaness. She flexed her back and her pecs and her thighs and her top and bottoms tore away with ease. Instead of covering herself in shame, Rachel spread her arms wide to take in the stares of the whole gym. The employee ran behind the counter to use the landline to dial the cops as Rachel let out a satisfied coo followed by hysterical laughter.

"I feel so big and strong now. Just from two little phones. But look at all the equipment in here. Who wants to see if I can suck the juice out of one of these treadmills?" The crowd was mostly quiet and nervous, but a couple gym bros had started chanting for her to get bigger. "Well, if you insist." As if the pleasure from growing wasn't getting her off, all the hungry stares and the encouragement were certainly doing the trick. Rachel's crotch was on fire, and her exhibition kink was spiking off the charts.

Rachel walked up to one of the idle treadmills and easily placed a foot on either side of the machine. She gingerly touched the rail to see if that would sap the power from the machine. Seeing that it didn't, she placed both hands on either rail and arched her back, sticking her widened ass out playfully and shaking it to give all her viewers a show. 'They're eating it up.' She thought. 'They're going to lose it if this works how I think it will.' "Here goes!" She called out without looking back. She let go of the rails and let both her hands land on the buttons of the machine. The lights in the building began to flicker as the power directly from the breaker box funneled into the machine and then into Rachel.

"Oh fuck!" She cried out as her body suddenly felt overwhelmed by a much more massive spike of electricity than she was ready for. But she braced herself and didn't pull away.

She forced her body to drink in every watt as she moaned and grew. "This feels so...mmm...fucking good! Watch me grow!" Her body started to expand again as her ass grew behind her towards the onlookers. Two, three, four, five feet later and the power went out. Rachel collapsed on the floor, falling with the lifeless treadmill in front of her. Her legs shook as the most powerful orgasm of her life passed through her. "That was amazing." She whispered to herself, suddenly oblivious to her audience and in her own little world. "I need more."

She grabbed the rails of the machine to brace herself as she shakily stood up. A couple of the gym bros hollered and whooped at her, but she was over them at this point. She was chasing a new high. She pushed her hands into the treadmill to make sure it wouldn't give her another jolt. When it refused, she shoved it clear across the gym. Her crowd suddenly grew scared and started to make for the exit, but the automatic doors wouldn't open without power. "Here, let me help." Rachel said, annoyed by her screaming ex-peers. She placed her hands on the sliding doors and tore them off with ease, tossing them into the street and shattering the glass. As if the sound didn't attract the attention from everyone outside, the thirteen foot naked fitness goddess certainly did. As she forced herself out of the building, she began scanning for sources of energy to drain. Her eyes looked up at the power lines and she started drooling at the thought of tapping straight into the source again. She reached for them, but she was still too short. A fact that frankly pissed her off. Too short shouldn't be a thought that could even manifest in her mind, she thought to herself.

Parked on the street were several cars, and Rachel got an idea. She made a motion towards the one closest to her and quickly tore off the hood.

She had attracted a new gathering of people at this point, people clamoring right and left and snapping pics and recording videos of the giant woman. Truly a wet dream come true for Rachel. But she was ready to be so much more. She just needed a little help reaching those wires. With her super human strength, she ripped the battery out of the car and kissed it seductively for the various cameras pointed at her. She immediately felt the battery empty itself unto her through her lips and hands. She moaned against it as she absorbed the little snack. She fell to her knees as the sensation of growth returned to her, and she pushed the car away and arched her back as she piled on another four feet. Needing a little extra help this time, Rachel snaked a hand between her slick thighs and rubbed herself to completion before standing, satisfied. She hefted the empty battery in one hand before hurling it clear out of view, putting any quarterback to absolute shame.

"Good news everyone!" She called out to her massive gathering "I'm finally big enough!" Her crowd seemed confused. "And by big enough," She continued before reaching up and pulling free two wires from the phone pole. "I mean big enough to get way way bigger." She gave her audience the biggest smile in the direction of the most phones pointing at her before touching the wires to her erect nipples like jumper cables, completing the circuit and forcing thousands of volts of pure electricity straight to her system. Where her first shock from her earbuds felt like a sting, this new sensation felt like a warm vibrating caress that started in her engorged tits before spreading through the rest of her like wildfire.

"Oh God!" She cried out, forcing herself to not drop the wires. "This is what I'm fucking talking about! Mmmph! Yes! Mama's gonna suck this while city dry, and you're all gonna watch in awe as I get....bigger...and bigger and....mmmMMM BIGGER!"

Each pause in her speech was accompanied by massive spurts as she grew several feet at a time. She was growing much faster than before now that she had a stable connection to a much greater source of energy.

As Rachel grew, so did her crowd. The police had finally arrived, but there wasn't much they could do to this thirty foot woman now. She stuck out one massive foot and placed it on the nearest squad car, instantly draining its battery and adding it to her already immense form. "Thanks for the additional help." She squealed, pushing the car down the street with her heel. "Mmm, I feel so strong and unstoppable now!" She roared, breaking forty, then fifty feet before the transformer in the phone pole blew out, cutting off her supply. "Oh boo." Rachel pouted, dropping the wires and quickly placing her hands on the other two cop cars for a quick extra few feet of height.

At this point, Rachel's crowd was basically worshipping her massive form, and she couldn't get enough. Camera crews had begun to arrive and set up their equipment so they could be the first to get the scoop on this giantess who was causing such a scene in the city. She bent over and blew them all a big kiss as soon as their equipment switched on.

"Tonight's big story-" one reporter began before getting cut off by Rachel's booming voice.

"Tonight's big story is me!" Rachel bellowed, putting her hands on her hips and pushing out her chest while flashing a big smile. "Well. I guess I'm kind of several stories at this point. And hopefully soon to be more!" Her face was hot and red, but not from embarrassment. Being broadcast over the air while naked and gargantuan was turning her on again. She needed another source of power to resume her growth.

Rachel looked from the downed wires to the blown transformer and then, with her new view above the treeline she followed the series of poles with her eyes all the way to the downtown power station. She could feel a throb starting again between her legs as she licked her lips and thought about what getting her hands on all that raw power would do to her already impossibly large self.

"If you guys want a real headline for tonight, you might want to get the chopper and follow me. I promise you won't be disappointed." Rachel skipped off towards the power station, crushing everything in her path on her way to finish her ascension towards goddesshood.

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I didn't realize that this story got flagged and became hidden. It's fixed now.

[stunningcleavage]

[gtsdreamer2]

   "Hey..." you approached your friend's brother cautiously. "Jamie said you could help me...?"

   "What are people saying about me already?" He said. He couldn't be more than four years your junior. Somewhere between eighteen and twenty, but still scrawny for his age. He had a gangly look about him, like he hadn't really filled out yet.

   "Well Jaimie said that Tristan told her that you told him that you were messing around with Sam's sister when you made her tits grow." You blurted, blushing and avoiding eye contact.

   "Well that's like fifth hand information. How do you even know that's true?" He said defensively.

   "Um..." you tried to think of a good retort. "Well you and her have been getting pretty handsy and suddenly she's mad stacked in the tit department. Plus, if you really were able to do it, you'd be bragging about it to you friends. So...is it true?"

   "Fine," he relented, "it's true. But I don't know how I did it. I was double copping a feel and we were both getting hot and it just kind of happened. She's happy as a clam about it." His smile beamed as he was clearly proud of his work.

   "So are you going to help me?"

   "With what?" He asked, oblivious.

   "With these?" You cupped your tiny A cups. "I want to be bigger and clearly you can make that happen. What's the catch?"

   "Well there's no catch, but I do have to be touching them...I think."

   "If it means bigger tits, touch away." You pulled him away from the entrance to your  college where you had found him and down an unused alleyway. Wasting no time, you lifted your shirt to reveal your humble mosquito bites, obviously unhindered by a bra. "Let's get this over with." You muttered, blushing and looking away.

   He quickly approached you and placed his hands on your bumps. "Man, theres not much to work with" he scoffed. "I've got my work cut out for me."

   Your face flushed further as you became flustered by the obvious burn. "Why do you think I'm here?! Just make with the magic!"

   Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the connection between the palms of his hands and the supple flesh of your chest. He felt slight trickles of power flow, but nothing near what he felt in the heat of passion for his romantic flame.

   "Come on, hurry up! It's cold out here!" You griped, starting to feel a shiver coming on. He was starting to get angry at being treated as a tool.

   "I'm trying! It's harder when I'm not feeling the heat of the moment, if you know what I mean." He redoubled his efforts and forced the trickle of magic to widen into a small stream. Now you were starting to feel something.

   "I think it's working!" His hands felt warm. Your breasts feld like they had more volume to them suddenly. Like his hands were pressed against more of you before. Like there was a squish now between him and your chest. You were growing wet with excitement. "Mmmph," you moaned suddenly, catching him off guard. "This feels kinda good now." His heart skipped a beat and he felt his member pulse from the sound of a female moan.bneing so awkward growing up, it was a sound thst he still wasnt used to. The small stream of magic suddenly turned into a raging river as his hormones flooded his body.

   All at once your breasts ballooned from A and a half all the way to D cups. A side effect of the magical surge was also a free foot of height that was unplanned for. This startled the boy so much that the magic channel between you two was shut off, blowing him back and knocking him on his ass. Meanwhile, you were running your hands up and down yourself, turned on to no end by your own voluptuous new form. You slowly strutted over to him, towering over him as he laid on the cold cement.

   "Hey, I think that was pretty good for a first session, but how about I take you back to my place for the next one?" Your voice was dripping with seduction and newfound confidence. You obviously weren't sexually attracted to this awkward man, but it was clear now that his powers only really activated when the thing in his pants did. Even though you were now well endowed and around six foot four, that first rush was too great and you wanted to see if you could squeeze more out of this boy.

   He quickly rose to his feet, a gleam in his eyes as he followed you back to your abode. You both quickly went up the stairs to your room, and you locked the door behind you.

   "Where were we?" You said teasingly, removing your top slowly for him to reveal your now huge breasts to him. The top you had before was more of a sports bra now as your tits dropped free from it. You tossed it on the floor then tossed the man on the bed, straddling him on both sides before placing his hands on your huge chest.

   "Again." You whispered right into his ear. "Do what you did for me again. But more. Don't just focus on my tits this time, make all of me grow like before. I know you can do it. Mmmmm." You moaned at him for emphasis. "It felt soooo gooood before. Make me feel good again like a good boy, and I'll make sure to give you a...big reward."

   Your words, your positioning on him, your now massive breasts pressed against his hands, it was too much for his feeble hormonal mind to process. The flood gates were open now and his magic was freely flowing into you. You could feel it growing you and changing you. You moaned and laughed and squirmed as your soaked panties ripped away from your growing form. Inches turned into feet as you grew and grew.

   "Yes yes yes. Good boy! Mmph, God, fuck yes. This feels amazing. More! Give me more! Mmmm you're doing so good!" Your moaning and your praise fried the poor man's brain. His power was now transferring to you along with his very life essence. He tried to pull his hands away or shut off his connection, but it was too late. Your body was like a greedy black hole, endlessly sucking in all of him. He was pressed into the crushed mattress now with nowhere to go.

   At around twenty feet and twenty climaxes, your growth finally stopped. You were slowly coming down from being in a world of your own. "That was incredible." You sighed, trying to look under yourself in this cramped second story room for the man that grew you. He was gone. You hands searched around, but all you could find were his clothes.

   You were all alone with your thoughts, crammed into this small space. 'I absorbed him.' You thought. 'That's so hot. Doesn't that mean his magic would be mine now?' You felt it somewhere deep in your core. The spark. All your thoughts began to focus once again on growing, but this time of your own volition. You snaked your hand between your legs as your other one began to tweak one of your hard nipples. As your body began to heat up, the spark deep in you, stolen from the magic boy, ignited. The same feelings of growth were flooding your body only this time, they weren't being transferred into you, they were blooming from you. It was a very powerful and intoxicating feeling. The floorboards beneath you began to creak as your weight was starting to become overwhelming. Your head was pressing against the ceiling with too much force now. 

   "Sorry mom and dad." You whispered as your body broke through the floor. You thudded against the first floor, crushing furniture and breaking everything you came into contact with. Still you grew. You began to try to rise to your full height, again pressing against the ceiling of your small room. You put your hands above you and used your otherworldly strength to break the roof apart at the seams, casting the whole thing aside and into the street. You were the center of attention now as you kicked down a wall to finally escape the confines of what used to be your childhood home. Finally you could stand to your full height of forty feet.

   "Mmmmmmmfuuuuck!" You moaned, stretching your arms overhead and arching your back, showing off what would clearly be H cup or larger tits. "It feels so fucking good to grow and be this huge!" You boomed, restarting the growth in you as you planted your huge ass on someone's sedan. You spread your legs and begin furiously rubbing your aching cunt like you are in heat and the growth resumes. Fifty,  sixty, seventy feet in moments with no sign of stopping. Onlookers turn to worshippers as your body begins to produce its own God queen pheromones. Orgasm after orgasm rattle through you as you shake the whole block, flooding the street with your juices. Finally around one-hundred and tewnty feet, you black out from the pleasure and exhaustion, your magic depleted for now.

   You wake in the early morning surrounded by food and gifts. Your new religious following waiting eagerly for you to wake and consume their offerings. 'Finally.' You thought. 'This is the life I deserve.' You could feel the spark in you, ready to reignite and grow you more, but first...breakfast.

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   You were deep in the Amazon rainforest. A recent graduate with your mycology doctorate, you were researching a special species of mushroom that only was said to grow deep in the jungle and only during the twenty four hours of the full moon during the autumn months. According to ancient texts found in the indigenous people's temples, the mushroom was used in fertility rituals and to signify a bountiful harvest during these months before the cold winter. You were curious about the cultural significance as well as the medicinal properties of this rare shroom. You didn't know what it looked like, only that it wasn't foraged for by the locals anymore and that it should look like a mushroom that you don't know.

   Hours of searching later, you begin to grow tired and wonder if you should give up and wait until the next full moon. The sun is starting to set when you finally spot something different. It's a mushroom you've never seen before, which is remarkable seeing as how you've seen them all. The cap is a pinky flesh color with an even pinker button on top. You giggle to yourself as you remark that it looks like a tit with a firm nipple poking out of it.

   Kneeling down, you take out your notebook and a pencil and begin to sketch it. 'I'm just drawing a boob.' You think to yourself. You stare in awe at this shroom as the sun continues to set. Taking your pencil, you poke the nipple-esque protrusion. Immediately this mushroom expells a giant cloud of spores right in your face. You gasp in surprise, sucking into your lungs an ample amount of the potent plume.

   You hack and cough, but its way too late for that, they're already lodged deep within you and entering your blood stream. Your eyes dialate and your body grows hot. You stand and lean against a tree, trying to catch your breath. You can feel your heatbeat in every nerve. Your cells are responding in a way they never have to the new foreign agent that has begun to take over you. Your heatbeat concentrates in your breasts as you feel your nipples grow almost painfully erect. Then you feel your breasts start to press against your soft white cotton top. You can feel the belts on your corset tighten to try and contain whatever is happening to you. Suddenly you shoot up four inches in height.

   Your sudden growth spurt elicits an a forced maon from your mouth. "Mmmph!" You cry out as a second wave hits you. The belts on your corset snap and suddenly you're six foot five with the seams of your jeans splitting. You feel your feet break free from your hiking boots as your toes sink into the damp rainforest earth.

   'This is starting to feel really good.' You think to yourself as you start to regain a semblance of your normal senses. Doing a body check, you can tell that you've grown. Your breasts have at least doubled in size and are now very hot and sensitive to the touch. You can feel a hunger deep in your womb as if ovulating on steroids.

   You attempt to sit down on the cool jungle floor, your now massive ass shredding the back of your jeans as you squat down. You pick up your pad and pen and continue to make notes about the shroom.

   'It is clear that this is how the Amazon women in the lore of this land gained their stature, and I can clearly feel why this particular fungus was revered for its fertility-inducing properties. I feel so full of life, yet I also feel the need to be bred full of babies.' Looking back at your notes, you are in shock that you actually wrote that down.

   You wonder to yourself how potent the flesh of the shroom might be, considering what just inhaling some of the spores had done to you. As the sun began to set, you walk back over to the shroom and delicately pluck it out of the ground before greedily shoving the whole thing into your mouth, quickly swallowing it without so much as trying to find out what it tastes like. Again the euphoria strikes your body. You feel its effects ten fold as you quickly gain four feet in height and explode out of your inadequate top. Sitting back down on the remainder of your ruined clothes, you bask in the feeling of your massive body and heightened strength and senses. You close your eyes and listen to the jungle around you, lamenting that you ate the only specimen that you had found on your journey, and now the only evidence was what it had done to you. When you open your eyes, the realize that the moon has peaked through the canopy. Your dialated eyes can see the jungle floor quite clearly now, and shimmering all across the damp dense expanse before you, you can see dozens more of the mushroom glowing against the moon, as if drinking in its power. 'It would have been so much easier to find at night.' You chastise yourself as you stand up again. You leave your ruined clothes behind as you pick up your foraging Satchel and start to delicately pick as many of the shrooms as you can carry, trying your best to put them in containers without them expelling more spores. 'This will be so great for my research.' You think to yourself. 'And it'll make a great snack for the walk back'. You giggle to yourself as you pop another three into your mouth.

[gtsdreamer2]

You had finally made it. This was your big break. Your whole life's work was in front of you, on a wheel cart, all covered up by a tarp and ready to present. You had finally worked you way onto Shark Tank. It was time to present your offer to the four judges.

   As you wheeled your cart out in front of them, you could feel all four sets of eyes on you. Three male judges, all top investors and smart businessmen in their own right, and the single female, Ms. Nikki. You followed her on various social platforms and were pretty in-the-know about her day-to-day. She wasn't very intimidating to look at in person, that was for sure. Five foot nothing with a flat chest and features that didn't immediately captivate. She wore big fancy clothing and platform heels to cover for her deficiencies in her stature and bust, but you weren't here to care about that. She was your best shot at getting an offer.

   "Lady and gentlemen," you started, pulling off the tarp with a flourish. "I come before you with a simple question. If you were given the opportunity to solve world hunger, would you?" All four judges leaned forward in their chairs to try to get a better look at the spread on the wheel cart before them. You had laid out various fruits and vegetables of unimaginable sizes as well as a small terarrium with a normal looking strawberry plant. There was a whiteboard with some diagrams and a couple vials of white shimmery liquid.

   "I come before you today to tell you that this question has already been solved. I have in front of you, right here and now, a way to end world hunger." Ms. Nikki's eyebrow went up, she was skeptical to be sure. Her whole social media presence was about helping to end the food crisis in developing countries and it looked to you like she was already hooked on what you might have to show her.

   "Take a look at these." you said, hefting a five pound strawberry in each hand. "Imagine walking down the street and seeing houses with front lawns filled with these giant fruits. Each of these are enought to feed a family two servings of friut a day for a whole week. Now what If I told you there was thirty on this vine and that they went from seed to harvest in only four weeks?

   "I'd say you're full of it and trying to sell me something," said one of the male judges, to which the other two male judges laughed. Ms. Nikki never took her eyes off you. She raised her hand, silencing her peers. "I'd say, one, how do you do it, two, is it cost effective, and three, is it safe?"

   "Smart woman!" you retorted, Trying to build a rapport with your best chance at landing a deal. "I'm not going to tell you to take a bite of these giant, delicious, and nutritionally fortified strawberries of course. There is a lot of science behind them and you all don't even know me. I WILL however demonstrate what I've done to them. Here." You carefully picked four strawberries from the live vine and approached the judges. "These are everyday ordinary strawberries. Organic. No pesticides, no GMOs. You handed each judge a berry and they all partook.

   "It tastes like a normal strawberry, big deal." Scoffed another male judge. "Well, not yet, but they're about to be a big deal," You joked back, to zero laughter. You cleared your throat. "Anyway, the difference between the big fruit I just held in my hand and the normal ones you just held in yours is this:" You hoisted one of the vials of shimmery liquid in front of them. "Allow me to demonstrate." You carefully poured liquid over the plants vines, making sure to douse the soil where the roots were thickest. In less than twenty seconds, the soil and vines had greedily sucked up every drop of liquid and the plant began to pulse larger. After about another minute, the fruit had doubled and then doubled again in size. All four judges' eyes looked ready to pop out of their heads. 'I've got em right where I want them.' You thought to yourself.

   The third male judge cleared his throat to quiet the clamoring if his cohosts. "Alright. That's cool. I think you've got something really special here. What were you looking for with this? Why have you come to us?" This was the part you were worried about.

   "Well, your judgeship, I have the formulas and the knowhow for making this all happen, what I lack is the capitol and the facilities." You needed to be up front about your needs or they never were going to play along.

   "My thing is, we're here to make money, not give handouts to the poor." The first judge said. "I get that its a great thing you're showing us, but I don't see dollar signs. I see a big money pit and no ROI. This whole thing seems like Nikki's cup of tea. Finally it was her turn to speak.

   "My fellow investors here are all about dollars and percentages and playing it safe. I think what you've got here is definitely worth investing in. What would you need to...for instance..." She pondered numbers and scale and time. "Begin feeding the entire population of Texas in the next three months?" It sounded like you were so close to a deal at this point, but you didn't want to scare her off.

   "I would seek an initial investment of ten million to start. That would cover seed and farmland, schematics to build the machine that creates the formula at a rate that could keep up with crop demand, and labor for the equipment and hands to farm the land." Your palms were beginning to sweat now.

   "I'll tell you what." She began, eying you like you were prey caught in her trap. "You need me, so I'll give you a counter offer: "I'll give you the ten million. And you can convert two of my Texas facilities. I want controlling stake of your business. I want 75%. You're doing this to end world hunger? I'll bankroll you, and you'll look like a Saint, and I'll be running the show, which I'm very good at, by the way. It's a very good deal. These three next to me want nothing to do with it. Oh, and by the way, I'll need one of those vials to take to my scientists to test it for safety first. I'll put a clause in the contract about dissolving this whole thing if all you can do is make giant poison fruit."

   You contemplated her offer. You'd lose any control you might have had over the whole operation. But Nikki was good at handling business. You had a duty to the world to spread this miracle. "Ms. Nikki. You've got a deal."

   The contract was quickly drawn up by Ms. Nikki's personal lawyer. Just as she had stated, 75% stake, her taking one of the remaining two vials for health testing, use of her land and various facilities, repurposed from one of her lines of beauty products or something. The whole thing seemed sound. You signed it and the deal was struck.

   Two months had passed since then, and operations were finally ramping up now. You hadn't had the opportunity to meet with your benefactor face-to-face since signing the contract, but you had spoken to her several times on the phone, each time she seemed more impatient than the last to get a tour of the facility once production had started. Today was that day. Her driver pulled into the mostly empty lot and he got out to open the door for her. She excitedly walked right up to you to give you a firm handshake and beaming smile. You were so nervous and anxious that you didn't realize that she was wearing a bigger coat than normal and was missing her signature platform shoes. Still she stood at the same height as your last meeting.

   "You have no idea how excited I am to witness the fruits of our labor! Pun intended of course." she laughed to herself and you laughed along side her as a gesture of good will.

   "It's all right through these doors!" You held the door for her and gestured her inside.  She quickly strode past the foyer and into the back, where all the magic was happening. Her eyes adjusted to the lighting, and she took in the entire facility. Boxes of seeds, premium mulch, various areas to test the effectiveness of the current batch of shimmery liquid. And then she saw it: the synthesizing of the miracle liquid. It was pouring out of a spout at a rhythmic rate and filling the same vials that you had used in the demonstration. They were being neatly packaged into crates that would be shipped to her farmland around the state, as per the contract.

   Ms. Nikki walked right over to crates, eyeing them carefully. "Production is going very smoothly Ms. There haven't been any hiccups." You told her boastfully. She carefully picked up a vial, holding it up to the fluorescent lights and watching it shimmer back and forth.

"And the effectiveness? Is it just as powerful as the first batch you used in your demonstration? I wouldn't want you to fall short of our goals, of course."

   "It's the very same formula, I can promise you that. And we have more than enough to meet our goal thanks to your premium factories here." You were watching the vials fill and feeling elated that your dreams were on the verge of being realized.

   "That's all I needed to hear." She said with a grin that startled you. "Let's test just how effective it is, shall we?"

   "Well, we don't have any sprouted plants here, but I could run out and-" before you could even finish your sentence, Ms. Nikki took the vial and tipped it against her lips, swallowing the whole thing with one gulp. You were flabbergasted. "Why would you do that?!" You shouted at her, suddenly losing your composure. You watched her whole body shudder as she released a sudden, powerful, erotic moan. She ran her hands up and down her body as you watched her pulse and grow three inches in height. She discarded her massive coat in a flourish revealing a pair of breasts that she definitely didn't use to have. You were suddenly speechless.

   "This is why!" she boomed, gesturing to her whole body. She was now almost as tall as you with what seemed to be at least D cup breasts hanging off her. "God, I missed that feeling. What a rush! Do you know how long I've been waiting for this? How far I've searched for something like this? Something that can do this to me? You think I've been traipsing all across the globe, doing charity work, helping the poors, just for fun? No. I think not. All this time I've been chasing rumors. Legends and myths of artifacts and fountains of youth and this and that and nothing prepared me for you walking through my door and HANDING it to me!" She picked up another vial and downed it, shivering and pulsing larger again.

   "I don't think you're thinking clearly Ms. Nikki. Those aren't meant to be consumed until they've been synthesized within the plants and-" she cut you off then.

   "Do you really think that I took home that vial just to display it in my office? Do you know how many world class scientists that I had study it since we last spoke two months ago? Fuck, the second that it was given the 'all clear' I drank it so fast." Ms. Nikki touched her lips as if reliving the first sensation all over again. "I've been so so very patient waiting for you to build all of this for me." She grabbed another four vials and inhaled them. "Mmmph!" She moaned out as she grew another two feet, ripping through all but her soaked panties. She threw the empty vials, shattering them against the far wall as she discarded her tattered clothes. She was now towering above you at eight feet tall and on full display. As if rediscovering her body for the first time, her curious fingers explored every inch of her impressive frame. She hefted her now heavy tits and tugged and tweaked her hard, sensitive nipples. She moved her hand to her wet mound and gave it a good rub, as if consoling her panties for hanging on.

   "Where was I?" She began again, trying to regain her train of thought. "Oh yes, I wanted you thank you again for helping me to achieve...this." She hoisted her tits again, cradling their mass in her arms for you to witness. "Money, status, influence, those can get a girl pretty far, but this!" She flexed her muscles and flashed a dazzling, satisfied smile. "This is real power!" Slowly you regained your ability to speak.

   "But you said...we were supposed to use all this to help the world. That was my dream. You can't do this! This is my life's work!"

   She let out a horrid cackle, completely invalidating your passionate protest while starting to drink vial after vial, case after case. "No darling. I'm your life's work now. All of this is mine. It's in the contract. The formula, the facilities, the production, mmmph, all of it. You're going to keep producing this wonderful formula, and I'm going to keep growing! It'll be wonderful!" As she began to grow faster and faster, her panties finally gave up the fight and tore away from her. She pushed herself through the truck bay of the facility and into the open air. "Don't worry though, you said there was plenty to go around! I'll let you grow as much food as you like!" You slightly perked up at the notion of still getting to fulfill your dream. She stood up to her full height of forty feet and stretched as another growth surge moved through her. "After all..." She continued, "A growing girl like me has a big appetite. I'm going to need all the food you can grow." She planted her massive ass back on the ground now, leaning back and spreading her legs before setting two fingers to work on herself. Her growth seemed to accelerate as she pleasured herself. The empty vials clattered and clicked against one another, waiting to be filled for her as her first of many orgasms shook the very earth. 'Fuck that's hot.' You thought to yourself, pushing the last remnants of your goals to end world hunger out of your mind.

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The church of Dommon was always looking for new followers. No one knew how or when the demoness was summoned, only that when she manifested on the mortal plane, a religion was formed around her. Her worshippers granted her power, and, in return, she shared a portion of her power with each follower. Those she liked more, received special blessings. Her congregation met on Saturdays, and this was the chance for her followers to bask in the presence of their god, and to hopefully receive her favor.

"My children," The demonness started, "It has been many years since I have come to this realm. As you can see, all of your love, and devotion, and worship has made me grow into this deity of a demon." She gestured to her hulking form. The demon was about twenty-five feet in height and thick from constant feasts and her lazy status. Her dark red skin shined without a blemish and her huge pendulous breasts leaked constant milk. This sweet nectar was what her followers sought after. As she grew from the worship of her flock, so did the amount of milk that she could produce. and this milk caused the drinker to in turn grow, much like the demon herself. Those who partook of the creamy gift grew stronger and more demonlike. They were looked apon faborably in this new society as well, The bigger the better.

Aimee was by far Dommon's most devout follower. She had never missed a sermon and always recieved the "Devil's blessing". Today was no different. She sat up front, blocking the view of the three seats behind her with her height and width. As of this moment in time, she was now eighteen feet in height. She had small protrusions on her back, the beginning of wings, matching the nubs on her head that would soon be horns. Her skin had begun to shine and redden, mimicking the demoness from whom she fed.

"I don't know what it is that I have done to deserve all of this worship from you all, but as I have always stated, I am humbled by my followers and it is my duty as your deity to give back what I can. Come and feed from me! I feel exceptionally bountiful this evening!" First in line, as always, was Aimee. She approached Dommon and did the ceremonial bow. Dommon in turn presented her full chest. Diving right in, Aimee latched on and began to suckle, noticing right away that the supply she was receiving was far greater than it had been the week before. 'She must have gotten some new followers.' She thought to herself between the great gulps she was taking. 'I'm going to suck this demon dry again.' Meanwhile Dommon was lost in the pleasure of being suckled by her favorite follower, far too distracted to notice how much milk Aimee was taking in and what it was doing to her.

Aimee could feel her blood pumping as her muscles pulsed larger. 'Something is happening to me.' She thought, gaining two feet of height in the span of as many minutes. Dommon's followers watched with jealousy, not daring to interrupt the ritual. She began to suck harder, trying to get as much milk as she could before suddenly switching to the other engorged tit, eliciting a forced moan from the demoness.

"Mmmph, yes my child, feed till you're full. This is my gift to you." She said, more aroused at this point than thinking about the consequences of what was happening. With a fresh supply rushing down her throat, Aimee could feel the surge resurging and accelerating as she let out her own moan. Her skin darkened another couple shades as her top ripped off of her. At the same time her pants split. Twenty-one, Twenty-two, Twenty-four, Twenty-six. Her height kept increasing. The demon was still lost in pleasure as she was suddenly smaller than her follower. As soon as Aimee surpassed Dommon in height, there was a shift in the room.

"The little winglets protruding from Aimee's back suddenly sprouted. they flapped back and forth as Aimee flexed her back. Her horns grew from nubs to great pointed antlers, proudly on display. She let out another moan as she could feel all the eyes of Dommon's followers on her. No...That wasn't right. They weren't Dommon's followers. Not anymore. She could FEEL it. Their devotion. It was pouring into her like a great waterfall.

Only now did Dommon snap out of her ritualistic trance. She could feel the power fading from her. It was surrendering itself to her previous worshipper. Dommon suddenly shrunk five feet. "What's happening to me!?" She shouted, her breasts shrinking with her and no longer producing the blessing. Aimee unlatched now and let out a powerful laugh.

"You've been usurped, that's what!" Aimee had been twenty-seven feet just from her previous god's favor, but now, all the love and devotion and worship from her new congregation was fueling her further. She grew and grew and grew while Dommon shrunk. At forty feet, the twelve foot demoness looked positively puny beneath her. "Worship me!" Aimee roared, forcing Dommon between her legs to sevice her. The weakened demoness had no choice but to obey, licking and sucking and suffocating against the massive womanhood before her. Aimee grinded herself against Dommon's face until she finished with a loud crescendo and another growth spurt, gushing all over the humiliated ex-god's face, and putting her at forty-five feet, nearly breaking out of the church. Her massive breasts now leaking the same blessing that she had previously used to ascend to goddesshood.

"Go." She commanded. "Take your seat in the pews with the rest of my followers. I need to rest." Aimee closed her eyes and dreamed about outgrowing the church...And everything else.

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As much as you loved the thrill of being with Stacy, you had to break it off. The last straw was finding her rummaging through your research papers after she had forced your briefcase open.

"I couldn't help it!" she whined. "You never talk about your work and working is all you've been doing! I just wanted to see if it was almost done!"

"I told you, this is very secret, sensitive government information. The fact that I trusted you with the details of what my team is even working on should be enough for you!" You rubbed the sides of your head, a slight headache forming. Stacy fidgeted at being scolded before finding her spine.

"You're my boyfriend! Of course you should be able to tell me all about this! You should be proud of your work! I want you to open up about it! I want to see what you've been working on!" Her domineering attitude always surfaced when she was confronted.

"No. You're way too invested in this Stacy. You need to pack up whatever stuff you brought over since you've been staying here and go. I cant have you around when the project starts practical testing on monday." Her ears perked up.

"So it's almost done then?" She asked, trying to get info out of you.

"GET OUT!" You grabbed a handful of her stuff and pushed it into her arms ushering her out the door.

Stacy's mind was racing as she walked back to her car, hands full of personal items from her now ex's apartment. She was trying to collect her thoughts and formulate a plan. 'The device is almost done.' She thought to herself, starting to make a bullet point list of what to do next with what information she had. 'I have a spare key to Brad's apartment that he doesn't know I made. I copied his keycard for the lab, but I don't know if that's enough to get me in. Even if i do get my hands on it, I don't know how to work it since he caught me while I was still trying to make heads or tails of the schematics. 'I think I only have one shot at this and I need to act fast.' Stacy thought to herself. She opened her trunk and threw all her junk into it before speeding off towards the lab.

Stacy sat in her car in the parking lot of the lab, trying to manifest the will to enact her master plan. She took a deep breath before leaving the car to stride towards the lab. Her strides weren't very long. She was only five foot four in her heels that made a loud clack against the pavement. Her small breasts didn't so much as jiggle in her sports bra as she powerwalked to the door. Another deep breath and she was ready. 'Here goes everything.' She thought to herself before flashing her ex's badge over the reader. It turned green and the door lock clicked. She was in.

Meanwhile, you were trying to put all of your notes back together. You quickly realized that your keycard was missing. "Fuck!" You cursed out loud, realizing that she must be on her way to the lab. Knowing that phones don't work once you're in the building, you grabbed your keys so you could warn your coworkers who were hopefully in the building. You sped after your ex, hoping it wasn't too late.

Stacy confidently walked through the foyer past the empty front desk and into the lab area. She was trying to strut about the place as if she belonged there, but her heart rate was spiking. She reached the lab and finally laid eyes on the device for the first time. It sat in a glass case, the designated name GRP-MK1 on a little title card next to it. 'This is it!' She thought to herself, salivating at the thought of getting her hands on her prize. 'The Growth Ray Prototype Mark One.' She reached her hands out towards it.

"Hey, you can't be in here!" A male voice called out. She recognized it. It was your coworker Shawn. 'Shit shit shit shit shit!" She thought, before turning around and beaming the biggest, fakest smile she could muster.

"Shawn!" She exclaimed warmly, trying to act as if nothing was amiss.

"Stacy, what are you doing here?" He said puzzled. "You shouldn't be in here. "Where's Brad?"

"I thought he was here!" She said innocently. "He gave me his keycard and told me to bring him lunch so we could have a little date before he had to go back to work." She made big puppy eyes at her ex's coworker. "Maybe he forgot about me. He always seems to be forgetting about me. Do you think he could be cheating on me Shawn?" She started to force tears to well up in her eyes, forcing a wave of empathy to wash over the man that could make or break this whole operation.

"He said he was so excited to show me the first stages of the practical testing too!" She made sure to use the same terminology that Brad has used so Shawn would think she came by this information in a morally acceptable way.

"Well..." Shawn started, "I don't think he's cheating on you Stace. He talks you up all the time. You're his little firecracker of a girlfriend." She bristled at the word 'little' but tried not to show it. "Maybe he gave you the wrong day? Practical testing isn't supposed to start until tomorrow. Today is Sunday. There's no one here but me, and I'm just going over all the specifics so that everything will be ready by then."

Her eyes lit up with all this new information. Knowing it was just her and him, her demeanor shifted. "That's really too bad." She pouted, walking over to Shawn. "I really really wanted to see the device work. Stupid Brad was so excited to show me that he gave me the wrong day. And I'm busy tomorrow, so I'll never get another chance to see it. After he talked it up so much to me and everything.."

"I'm sorry Stacy. I wish there was something I could do to help." She gave him her best pleading face at this point.

"Well it's ready isn't it? Can't you just give me a teensy demonstration? Pretty please? No one has to know." She put her hand on his chest now. "Besides, don't you want to see that it works before tomorrow? I would hate for you to be doing all this work alone tonight and for something to not work tomorrow. They could blame you." He immediately saw her point.

"Well...I was going to say no and kick you out of here since you don't have any kind of clearance, but its nice to talk to a girl once in a while. You're right though, I should make sure it's calibrated correctly and ready for the real demonstration tomorrow. Just sit right over there behind the blast shield and I'll get it all set up. You're in for a treat." Shawn's ego began to flare and he was getting excited about showing this little cutie what they've been working on. 'Sure she's Brad's girl, but he isn't here.' He thought.

He grabbed an apple from the break room and brought it back to the lab. Stacy was sitting right where he told her to like a good listener. He set the apple on a pedestal. He than carefully picked up the GRP. He fiddled with the settings far away enough from Stacy where she couldn't see what he was doing. She cursed under her breath. "Almost ready?" She said in her cutesiest voice.

"Ya, we're there." Shawn replied. "Standby." He lowered his safety goggles a and walked back behind a line that was a certain distance away from the apple. "Ok. We're recording. On my mark in three, two, one. Engage." He fired a soft green light from the gun that hit the apple spot on. Once it found its mark, the beam locked and began to pulse into it. Stacy watched in awe as each pulse caused the apple to in turn pulse larger. It trippled in size in a matter of thirty seconds. She could feel a wet spot forming between her legs wishing that she could trade places with that apple. "Disengage in three, two, one. Power off." He switched the gun to off and the beam thinned and ended its connection to the hulking fruit.

"Is it safe to come over there now?" You said, not even trying to hide your manic excitement. He nodded and you quickly walked over to him. "That was incredible! It works even better than Brad said it would! I bet that's because you were the last one working on it! You're such a genius! And a stud!" Shawn was blushing now. He cleared his throat.

"Yes...well that was what you wanted to see and all I needed to test before tomorrow. I hope you're satisfied now." He began to put the gun back where it went.

"Wait!" She blurted, louder and more desperate than she intended. Shawn was taken aback. "I mean..." She said mousily. "Did it work? I can tell it looks bigger, but is it safe? Is it gonna blow up or something? Is that as big as you meant to make it? Can you make it small again? Sorry, I'm kind of dumb and don't really understand how it works or any of the science behind it. Could a smart guy like you make me feel at ease and explain it to a silly girl like me?" Shawn's ego flared again.

He held the device in his hands and turned to face her, delaying the return of the ray to its home. "That's a lot of questions for someone who isn't even supposed to be here." He paused. "Hell you seem just as interested in this stuff as your boyfriend. But I'm in such a good mood after the test worked, what the hell. First off, it worked just like it was supposed to. We had done the calibrations for this specific fruit with the hopes that the energy input over the time we alloted for would result in about a three times gain in overall mass. It looks like we've achieved that. Secondly, it's totally safe. All this GRP has done is deliver the proper nutrients and signals to tell the apple to 'grow' in a sense. The ray signals the cells in the organic material to accept the nutrients in the beam, get absorbed, and the cells then go through forced mitosis. The longer the beam stays on the organic matter, the longer the cells continue to go through the multiplication. So healthy cells make more healthy cells and result in growth. There are settings to localize the beam on different parts of the organic matter, so like you can make a giant banana without having a peel that's thicker than tree bark. It's just all in the settings." He seems so proud of his work. "Oh, and no, we can't shrink it down. We haven't worked even a little on the hypothesis of sucking the nutrients back out. Once it's big, it's big. Which is good for what we need it for." She liked that answer.

While her mind was racing with all the new information that had just been mansplained to her, Shawn twirled the raygun around like a six-shooter and pretended to fire a shot at Stacy before blowing on the tip, mimicking a cowboy in an old western. She opened her arms wide as if pretending (hoping) to be shot. Shawn just stared her down and gave her a puzzled look. "I wasn't gonna use it on you, Stace. Don't worry." Worry was the last thing on her mind as she gave a nervous giggle in reply.

"I know that. Of course you're not. You wouldn't want me to become more woman than you could handle." She batted her eyelashes at him and gave another silly giggle. "But..." She pressed on, "...what would have happened if you did?"

"Well trials on animals don't start for another few months at least. I mean, I've been tinkering with the settings for it sure, but we'd have to start with like bugs and mice and stuff first." Stacy stuck out her bottom lip.

"And here I thought you could help me get a little bit...bigger." She said accentuating the last word as she stuck out her tiny chest towards Shawn. "How about just a teensy bit? I could be the perfect test subject. I'm right here and I'm ready and we don't have to tell anybody. You said the apple was safe and you've been fiddling with the settings for animals. I'm an animal Shawn. Shoot me. Show me what that big brain of yours can do with that gun you've got there. Pretty please?" She laced her fingers together and pleaded her best.

"I guess it couldn't hurt." Shawn replied nervously. "I know it'll work and as long as I'm only growing you the smallest bit, no one should know. Stacy squealed with delight as she skipped over to the pedestal the apple was resting on. She picked it up with both hands and hefted it's weight a few times before gingerly setting it down and taking its place in the blast zone. She kicked her feet back and forth like am excited school girl while Shawn fiddled with the settings.

Meanwhile, you were tearing up the road doing eighty-five trying to get to the lab as quickly as possible. You had finally pulled up as Shawn had finished dialing in the machine.

"Alright, I've set it to all the proper specifications. It should work just fine on you and it should only add an inch. Two at the most. Are you ready?" Shawn seemed overconfident in his abilities, but after growing the fruit and also being spurred on by this small cutie in front of him, he couldn't not be.

"You have no idea." She replied, feeling the arousal flood her body at the prospect of finally getting to grow. "Hit me!" She demanded, opening her arms wide like before.

"Standby." Shawn began. "We're recording. First animal subject. Set for twenty seconds at one to two inches. On my mark in three, two, one. Engage." Pulling the trigger, the beam shot out and hit Stacy square in the chest. Immediately her whole body was flooded with an intense euphoria as each cell drank in the nutrients and received the signal to divide and multiply. 'Fuck. It's happening! It's really happening! I feel it!' Her whole body felt hot. Every nerve vibrating with pleasure, every neuron screaming for more. Her time was almost out though. She was too lost in the pleasure to hear Shawn counting down. "Disengage in three, two on-" just then you threw open the door to the lab after using the backup access panel to get in.

"Shawn, what the fuck are you doing?!" You screamed. Shawn meanwhile was focused on you now and failed to switch off the device after the alloted time. Stacy squirmed in pleasure as she felt her clothing grow tight against her expanding body. She tried as hard as she could not to moan or cry out or draw any attention to herself so she could grow as long as possible.

"I can explain! I wanted to make sure that everything was ready for the demonstration tomorrow so I was going to try it out and then your girl wanted me to make her a little bigger and

.." Shawn returned his focus to Stacy now, who has been basking in the beam for upwards of a minute by now. "Disengage!" He said frantically as he turned off the beam.

Stacy was taking up a considerable amount more of the pedestal than before. Even sitting, you could tell that your ex had grown substantially. "Mmmmph. Thanks Shawn. That was incredible. Even better than I could have imagined. She stood up and the seams on her jeans split. "Fuck that's hot. I outgrew my damn pants. Oh hi Brad." She said nonchalant as she strutted with her new, longer legs over to Shawn. She had grow. About a whole foot and was now slightly taller than the man holding the gun. "What do you think?" She asked, giving him a little twirl.

"I think I messed up and made you too big. I'm sorry! You only wanted to be a teensy bit bigger and now you're taller your boyfriend." He looked so small and pitiful to her while apologizing.

"Who, him?" She gestured over to you. "Oh he broke up with me earlier today. I'm actually single now if you think you can handle all this, big boy." She was still incredibly aroused, but she wanted so much more. "Oh and don't worry about holding down the trigger for longer on accident. I think that was for the best. After all, I'm not done. I want you to turn it up and hit me again."

"Stacy, what are you-" you began, but she quickly cut you off.

"Shut the fuck up Brad. I've been waiting years for this little project of yours to finally become a reality. I've always dreamed about becoming bigger. I've fantasized about it since I was a little girl. And up until now I've never felt like anything more than a little girl and certainly never been treated as anything more than such. But now you've finally helped me become so much more! Too bad we aren't together anymore though. Truly. This new body of mine feels like it could have really given you a good time. Growing has really turned me on!" She rubbed her hand over the remains of her denims before tearing them away to reavel the tightest soaked pair of pink panties, holding on for dear life. She then turned her attention back to Shawn. "Now Shawn, I'm not going to tell you again. Hit me." She took another step closer to him as he tried to back away but found himself cornered against a wall of the lab. Stacy struck like a snake and placed her hand over Shawn's on the gun. She placed the nozzle straight against her top, which could barely contain her still hardly sizable bust, and squeezed his hand against the trigger.

The beam shot out directly into her chest as the pleasure exploded once more through her cells. "Mmmph! Yes! There it is again! I don't have to hold back about how fucking good this feels now!" She let out a loud moan as the growth resumed. Panting and pressing against Shawn, she humped the air as her cells responded to the beam. You ran over to try and break the connection, but Stacy was too strong now. In her euphoric state, adrenaline surging through her, she kicked you clear across the room, knocking the air out of your lungs. As she lifted her leg to send you flying, her panties tore away, utterly defeated by her growing hips.

At eight feet, the pleasure had finally built up to be too much. Stacy released her grasp on the ray and fell backwards, spasming in orgasmic bliss as the beam was finally shut off from Shawn. She topped out at nine feet tall, taking up a significant amount of the floor as she came down from her high. Meanwhile you looked on from the other side of the room as your ex lover shook and cooed at her own magnificence.

This was your one chance you thought to yourself. "Shawn!" You croaked with what little air remained in your lungs. He broke away from his fixation on the post climax giant before him to look at his floored coworker. You made a key turning gesture towards him to signal him to lock the device away. He quickly turned away from Stacy and made a dash for the case. As soon as she realized what was happening and shot to her feet.

"No!" She screamed, lunging after Shawn as he shut and locked the device away inside a metal gun safe. "Open it! I'm not finished!" She roared trying to intimidate Shawn with her sheer magnitude.

"No way!" Shawn said, clearly oblivious to the predicament that you were both currently in. "We outnumber you two to one, and now that the GRP is safely locked away, we wont let you get any bigger than you already are! Look at you! You're like ten feet tall!"

"I know! Stacy bellowed with glee, "It's amazing! I feel so so good! No more 'little firecracker.' No more submissive pixie girlfriend. No more shy reserved daughter." She swung her arm into Shawn then as you were finally gaining the ability to breathe again. He only flew a few feet, but he hit the ground with a hard thud. As you began to crawl towards her, she put both of her arms on the gun safe, violently pulling at the handle to no avail. Then she spotted you.

"Help me open this, wont you honey?" She said, feigning sweetness. She picked you up with two hands by the back of your shirt and pressed your face against the cold steel front of the safe. She put her face right next to your ear as she whispered. "Don't make me make you. You know I can."

You felt her big strong hand pressing into your back. You knew she was strong enough to break you at this point. You were cursing Shawn under your breath for letting things get this out of hand. You were cursing yourself for letting her trick you out of your keycard in the first place. She increased the pressure against your back again in an attempt to force you into compliance. And then you did. "Ok." you muttered, defeated. You pressed the code into the safe and the light on it turned from red to green as you heard the lock click open. Stacy tossed you aside like rubbish and then opened the safe. Now, for the first time, she held the gun solely in her hands. You and Shawn were both struggling to get back on your feet as the mini giantess fussed with the settings.

"It's really intuitive once you get into it." She said out loud as she started turning all the dials way up past their recommended limits. "It does help that I got to skim through your notes honey." She smirked, looking down at you. She was getting aroused again at how much further she would be looking down at you very shortly. "And adjust this for my tits. This for my muscle mass. This for...well all of me. Setting the timer to automatically shut off after...never." She giggled as she rigged the gun to never stop after it was switched on. "Now I just set it up here out of the boys' reach aaaaand." She got into position and flipped the switch. Immediately the whole room glowed with the brightness emanating from the gun as it funneled an otherworldly amount of energy directly into Stacy's chest.

Her whole body burned in an inferno of pleasure as her cells struggled to take in the nutrients and information from the beam. "Aaaah, it feels so good! Fuck! I feel like my each of my cells is getting themselves off to this fucking feeling! All of her muscles contracted as the cells drank in enough energy to burst. Her whole body glowed the color of the beam as she felt her orgasm start to build. Then, in recognition of the beams orders, all her cells started to multiply at an exponential rate. Her body doubled to twenty feet as she doubled over to not break though the roof. Then she doubled again, lifting the gun and cradling it in her hand as she destroyed the building that previously caged her. Shawn was crushed by the debris, but a steel girder protected you as the sides of the building collapsed around you. All you could see was smoke and falling rubble, but your ears were ringing with the laughter and moans of your power-drunk ex girlfriend.

"More more more! She screamed as she stood up to her full height of 50 feet, the GRP shooting out from her hands at her as she held it gingerly away from herself. She doubled again to one hundred feet and took a few steps in the opposite direction from where you were trapped, crushing everything underfoot. 'She doesn't even feel the lives she's taking' You thought to yourself as your manic pixie giant doubled again.

"Bigger!" She cried as she doubled again to two-hundred feet now before the gun sputtered out and stopped. Dropping the gun and then dropping on her ass, Stacy began to vigorously touch herself, making sure to relish in the pleasure of her new size before the euphoria wore off. She cupped her finally stable breasts, squirming and moaning as her juices flooded the crushed city in front of her.

Finally coming back to reality, Stacy looked around. "Oh boyfriend!" She called out lovingly. "Where are you? I need you to make me another one of those rayguns because that one broke. I'm still not done!" She gave a giant pout before looking at the rubble, picking you out of it, and bringing you close to her face. "You don't have a problem with that, right dear? Not that you have a choice either."

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She couldn't help but make satisfied sounds as she chwered eagerly on the sweets you handed her. "Yummm. Mmmm...mmm?" Her yummy noises turned to a confused noise while her mouth was full and then to moans.

"What's in this candy?!" She asked anxiously. Her stomach turned as it churned the several pieces that she had quickly popped into her mouth and swallowed. Her whole nervous started to tingle as her stomach began to extract the various chemicals from the confections and distribute them throughout her body. "I don't feel right. But I feel...good."

"Mmmph!" Her body lurched up a foot as she let out an involuntary hiccup. And then another. With each foot she gained, her breasts grew two cup sizes. She was now looking down at you who had just given her the pieces of candy. You handed her the whole bucket full of the rest of it. Quickly she threw back the entire thing into her mouth, chewing pieces with the wrappers still on between hiccups as she continued to grow from the first few pieces. Three, four, six, eight, twelve more feet she gained as her body started to work on the new batch of candy that you fed it. She put her hands on your shoulders now and shook you, her new strength sending you to your knees. "Give me more! I want all of it! No one else can have any!" You dizzilly nodded your head. Releasing you, you ran into his house, leaving the door open for her as an act of trust. Not that it would do any good. She was big enough to easily knock it in and far too big to enter now. You produced a massive bag full of the same candy she had just been gobbling. "Perfect. Thanks shorty!" She said, clutching that giant bag in her fist as if it were a hacky sack. "Happy Halloween!" She called back to you, hiccupping as she tossed the whole bag in her mouth greedily.