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Mercedes took a long drag of her Certified Genetically Modified cigarette. Thankfully these busses still allowed cigs inside.
She read through the headlines on the newspaper in her other hand, her eyes bouncing from the current political news to the latest tabloids about the Kardashians.
Her eyes lingered on Kim K's backside for a second, sizing the starlet's backside up against her own.
Mercedes took another long drag of her cigarette, exhaling with a satisfied sigh.
"Bigger than her, huh," She talked to her own ass as if it was a separate being. She gave her hip a playful pat, feeling the slight jiggle travel down her thick thigh.
Crossing her legs and taking a hit, she folded the paper over to the third page. Her eyes caught a headline halfway down the page that said "Certified Genetically Modified Cigarettes May Be Genetically Modifying You"
This piqued her interest, so she read further. "The modified tobacco in the smokes may be modifying the users via hormone manipulation and override" the author wrote.
'Hormone manipulation' Mercedes let the thought sit in her mind for a second or two after reading the line in the paper. She looked at the half smoked cig pinched between her fingers.
She took another long drag, and secondary to the nicotine buzz she felt her ass spread out on the seat and pop a seam or two on her daisy dukes.
"Maybe not the best trade off," She said to herself. "But hey," She sucked about a third of the cig to the filter in one go. She felt the seat of her shorts split just before the button in the front undid itself. Mercedes herself rose an inch or two in her seat just from the growth of her behind.
"You know what they say, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger." She flicked the cigarette butt out the window and reached for a second.
Mercedes cavalierly flipped open a lighter and lit the tip of the next one. Dull pink smoke drifted off as she brought it to her gently smiling lips. The bottom-heavy young woman blew out rose smoke rings, still flipping through the newspaper as the bus swayed. She could feel the telltale buzz of the CGM nicotine reach her fingers. They bristled with potential energy.
She leaned back into the bus seat, her plush bottom comfortably spilling out on the fabric. Her attention was caught by a headline that read 'Unpacking the cultural fascination with Sydney Sweeney's boobs.' Her eyes widened as she admired the actress's photo. Sydney's wave of dirty-blonde hair framed her face perfectly, but it was the way the dress hugged her curves that caught Mercedes's gaze.
To have a whole article devoted to the impact of your bust - wow! And they looked so... big. As she admired them, and with each drag, Mercedes felt a subtle shift within her chest, a tension that seemed to build. She looked down, and to her astonishment, her modest cleavage was beginning to swell.
âNo way, you too?â she whispered under her breath, her heart racing.
She pulled at the hem of her white tanktop, feeling the material strain as her breasts expanded with a gentle fullness, slowly spilling over their confines. Mercedes watched as the denim of her shirt shifted from the mound of C-maybe-D-cup cleavage rising up and outward. She couldn't resist the urge to adjust the neckline of her top, giving other passengers a better view as they grew.
A jolt rocked the bus. The vehicle hit a particularly rough patch in the road, sending a cascade of vibrations through the metal framework. Mercedes's body responded; her fuller, more ample bosom bobbed, the soft flesh jiggling in a mesmerizing way. Her shirts were far too small now, the tanktop fabric continuing to stretch and pull as it tried to contain her new dimensions. Each rumble of the bus sent ripples coursing through Mercedes' swelling tits, and it was intoxicating. Her thicker thighs rubbed together as well, creating a soft friction that added to the thrill of the moment. As she exhaled another cascade of pink smoke, an intrigued glance from the frazzled businessman seated nearby barely registered. She still blushed, chuckling at the absurdity of it, feeling the way her bigger breasts moved more independently, the motion so pronounced that it felt nearly theatrical.
The reflections in the bus windows showed a significantly transformed vision of the bimbofied woman. As Mercedes approached her stop, she took a deep breath and awkwardly stood up, unused to the added weight. With Kim K's ass and Sweeney's tits she wobbled off the bus, accidentally leaving her newspaper and the pack of cigarettes for the next lucky passenger to find...
watch her become more woman over at my story blog @stevenbasic
Growing into the Job, Post 372: Gone Viral
At this point Iâd watched the video, the twenty-second clip from Ameliaâs Saturday-night stream that had gone absolutely viral, more times than I could count. The clip was everywhere now. My phone was broken but I still had my desktop computer, and the video player filled my screen.
MAN MAKES GIRLS GROW BY CUMMING!!!
 It still made my mouth gape, it still made my skin crawl, and as I sat in my office alone this Tuesday morning it made me deathly afraid. What the actual fuck is happening?!? What had I become involved in?!? What had been happening to my body and - what was I doing to theirs?!?
Josieâs breasts broke out of her top.Â
It was a trick, had to be something with editing, or a really good animation, or something - right?!? People donât justâŚgrow! It was physically impossible! It broke so many fundamental laws of nature and physics and physiology. It had to be fake. Didnât it?? And, of course, it wasnât me that caused it. It couldnât be!
Lakshmiâs ass ballooned.Â
Someone - one of the girls, or some online perv - had obviously made this clip of Ameliaâs live recording of me sitting on Melissaâs lap, on her couch, surrounded by girls in bikinis and pajamas and getting whacked off by Josie. Theyâd clipped it, done weird things to it, and posted itâŚeverywhere. That was the only explanation, that it had been altered. ButâŚno. Now that I thought about it, I remembered. Memories came flooding back.Â
Katieâs feet grew and burst from her flip-flop sandals.Â
And what was happening with Josieâs hair?!?
And MelissaâŚMelissa looked enormous!
Oh my god!!
As I relived it again - the first time, in fact, back in the breakroom after a few bites of that terrible scone this morning - the memories started to get clearer. The girls had grown, all around me, my female staff had burgeoned and swelled. They surrounded me pressing around into me on Saturday night right after my handjob in Josieâs grip. And, though it didnât make it onto the clipâs audio, I now remembered Randiâs whispered voice in my ear: âGet ready little man, your girls are going to eat you alive.â
Again: Oh my god!!
Three million views! More! More than three million views this thing had already, just on GirlToob (this popular, rapidly growing new video platform filled with content âfor a female audienceâ) and it was posted only two days ago! I watched it again, looping.Â
There I was, naked as day (certain parts of my anatomy were pixelated out for modesty on some sites, like this one, but I was full Monty on many of the re-uploads) and spasming in climax like a rag doll. And then, as the camera left me and scanned the surrounding women all suddenly consumed in ecstasy, the growth began. Josieâs top, Lakshmiâs bottom, and Katieâs feet, they all got bigger. And, by god, they all got taller too, right after Iâd obviously climaxed Yes, it was subtle, and maybe a trick, but the fact remained: I was now internet famous for making girls grow.Â
Can one actually die from humiliation? Is there an ICD-13 code for End-Stage Shame? Because I had a terminal case of mortification that was currently making my blood ice water and I felt like I should just go hide under a rock for ohâŚI don't knowâŚthe next decade or so.Â
I watched the loop again, still in stunned silence staring into my future and feeling the world close in all around me. Though I tried my best to deny it as trickery, part of me knew this was no joke. It was as if Iâd realized this all before, sitting there that Saturday night, but only now had it actually become real. And it was very, very public. Had I been mad at Amelia for streaming this, on Saturday night? I donât think I was. In fact, Iâm pretty sure I didnât even know it was happening at the time, but when the girls showed me the video early this morning I kind of freaked out a bit. They all just laughed as they watched my reaction..Â
âAww! Donât be so dramatic,â one of them had said.Â
âItâs all good,â said another.Â
âPeople love you,â they tried to tell me.Â
âHere, look at these comments, thereâs hundreds of them,â I was told, âone girl calls you a hunk!â
âOr this one: âHeâs every girlâs dreamâ.â
âI want to hug him like a teddy bear.â
I want to eat him for breakfast.Â
Can I be next haha??
Though most of the commenters were women, men had chimed in too: âugh the dude is supersimpâ and âfuck yes make them all biggger u fuckâ or âSTOP JUST WATCHNG WE NEED TO STIP THISâ
GOOD LORD!! I was, suddenly, a pariah, a savior, an object of lust and envy all at once. Millions of people had seen this! My heart thrump-thummed in my chest as my skin prickled with ignominy and the anxiety that was coming on like a horde of locusts. It was eating everything! Did I need to go to the authorities? Did I need to go to the hospital to find out what was wrong with me? Or did I just need to commit myself to the psych ward and be done with it?Â
I needed t-
A knock at my door.
âDr J?â came Aubreyâs voice, followed by Aubrey herself. Goddamnit even in my discomfit, my soul-panic, my eyes went to her tits. Jesus, her chest. Holy Christ her figure. This is Aubrey?!? Little Aubrey?!? Sheâd been six inches shorter - easily! - three months ago. If somehow I was responsible for all these changes to all these girls - Â What have I done to her?!? She stepped in, closing the door to my office behind her, wearing a sensible - if overmatched - blue blouse, a mid-length skirt, and a look of concern. She was also carrying my âWorldâs Best Bossâ mug.Â
âH-hey Aubrey, c-C-ome in,â I greeted her, hearing my voice crack again. It had been doing that more and more recently, especially in times of stress. I sounded like a pre-teen. I glanced at the white mug, which after a contrite thanks she offered to me. I hesitated. I remembered the cup the girls had poured me earlier; I hadnât been able to stomach even a sip. âIs that my coffee?â
âNo,â she said, a funny shiver to her voice, âIâŚI know you havenât been drinking coffee, soâŚso I brought you this.â
I didnât even notice her eyes watching me, studying my face as I accepted the mug and took a look at its contents. Jesus the mug felt heavy to me. And inside -Â milk, of course it was milk. Melissa had been insistent we keep a gallon of both 2% and whole in the breakroom fridge now, in case I ever got thirsty, or hungry. It was - I had to admit - the easiest thing on my stomach these days. I was more than a little self-conscious that Iâd become a milk-drinker and blushed a little here in front of Aubrey. The smell, though, cut through my perturbation. Wow, I guess Iâm really craving this. It made sense: I hadnât eaten much at all this morning.Â
Aubrey continued to watch as I brought the mug to my lips and took a sip. Wow. It was delicious. Creamy, sweet, earthy. Maybe this is a new brand? AndâŚ
âYou warmed it up?â I asked. It was warm, perfect. Like body temperature.Â
âOh, uh, yeah,â Aubrey answered, still sounding slightly nervous as she bit her lip, âin the, um, microwave? Is that okay?â
âSure,â I answered, taking another sip, and then another. It caressed my mouth, slipped down my throat and immediately went to work filling my body with warmth and a new sense of something good, familiar. Holy crap this is great. I fought the urge to just gulp it down. âThank you so much, Aubrey.â There was something different in my voice. I sounded calmer.Â
âYouâre welcome,â she answered.Â
This, of course dear readers, was Katarinaâs breastmilk. I didnât know that at the time though, and somehow, in that moment I didnât put the memory together, or recognize the taste. Again, my abilities to avoid the truth were Olympian. Iâd drank of it over the weekend and this was the same thing, but goddammit as I sat at my desk my mind was if nothing else a fortress of denial. Subconsciously I refused to acknowledge it - but I was drinking breastmilk. Â
I looked up at Aubrey and instead of seeing a woman complicit in a plot to overthrow my authority here at the office, physically infantilize me into a cretin, and help herald in a new age of overwhelming female power, my eyes saw someone else. I saw a girl who cared about me, an employee who wanted my day to go well, and a budding friend. A daughter-figure in some respects, a cool younger protege in others.Â
Christ I was so deluded!!!
But, no. Aubrey - all the girls, really - was all these things. Our little story here, if you havenât figured it out by this point, is complicated. Good guys, bad guys, heroes and villains? It was all too convoluted for labels. What was I, for that matter? A culpable anti-hero working against my gender? A victim, a helpless simp? Was I the lead actor in a comedy, tragedy or reality-show from the most fucked-up universe ever? I donât goddamn know, even now. But the fact of the matter is, at that moment in time - gazing up at Aubrey with my âWorldâs Best Bossâ mug in my hand and my medical-records clerkâs breastmilk worming its way into me - I felt great.Â
âWhat are you watching?â Aubrey asked, noticing that my screen was on, video player playing, looping.Â
âOh, yeah, this,â I said, taking another sip of warm, delicious milk and turning the monitor towards her, âthis is great. Wanna watch..?â
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mucho thanks to RiF for editing and guidance
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âIt was only a matter of time baby.â
âYou wanted to lose yourself in a woman.â
âSo here she is baby.â
âCome to mamaâ
~ Thirst Trap ~
âSince when are you taller than the fridgeâ You asked her, groggy from just waking up.
âSince like, yesterday,â She smiled back at you, dressed only in a tank top that didnât reach her waist like it used to.
âDonât be a spoil sportâ she turned back towards a fridge filled with leftovers and started picking out what she wanted to pig out on.
âJust watch this assâ She grabbed last nightâs to go container and sent a rack of ribs faster than any fat man you had ever sen.
True to her word, it all went to her ass. It bubbled and swelled and grew back towards you as you watched.
The girl let out a burp and wheeled back around to face you. She was easily six inches taller than you were, a far cry from the short pixie you had brought back from the bar.
âI told you about all this tertiary growth shit at the barâ She explained. You figured she was telling the truth, but you were also hungover and looking straight ahead into two cantaloupe sized melons hanging off of her chest in a woefully undersized tank top.
Not wanting to look a gift raccoon in the anus, you figured youâd save some face.
âOh, yeah, of course.â You said, one arm scratching the back of your neck like some sort of anime character. âHelp yourself to anything in there. The homies left a few Little Papa Domâs pizzas in there too.â
She didnât say anything. She just smiled and turned back around to inhale some cold pizza.
Her hips widened and her ass grew backwards enough to knock the wind out of you. You slapped her ass partly in gratitude but also in a tap out kinda way. She responded by dropping to her knees, but after a full âza or two her ass was right back to chest level and easily twice as wide as your shoulders.
I really gotta try to pick âem better you thought as the girls ass started growing up towards your face
Cheryl Blossom
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"Oh come on, please?"
She took a step forward, which resulted in your cheeks being flanked by two thighs bigger around than your chest.
"I really, really, want you right now"
Her scent was pungent. You could smell her right through her panties.
You struggled to look up, smothered on each side by extremely soft thighs. Once you did, all you could see was a soft tummy, two gargantuan titties, and Sophie's face peering down at you around the two aforementioned gargantuan titties.
"Don't be afraid little one, I'm not that much bigger than the last time."
She was 'that much bigger than the last time' and you were, for sure, 'afraid'. Very much so, in fact, for both points.
It didn't really matter to her though. She just palmed the back of your head with one hand and pressed you towards her. Once she realized your mouth was only level with her mid thigh she laughed.
This goddess wanted her pussy ate. Her laugh turned to a scowl as she effortlessly snapped her oversized panties off. You had a mere glimpse of her naked sex before she pushed you forward into it. As a good servant, you lapped and licked her all over.
You weren't the best cunning linguist, but you made do. It was a point of pride any time you heard a girl moan when you went down on her, this time especially so.
The fun part was that this time you ate a girl out while standing up. And you were six feet tall.
The giantess above you moaned and her hand on your head just pushed you deeper as you went. Somewhere in it all you heard a thump, then a sigh, then another thump.
When you pulled back and looked up, all you saw was titty. Taking a step back, there was just more titty. One more step and you saw her face, the back of her head pressed up against the ceiling along with most of her back.
"That was good baby" she cooed. "If you do it again I'm liable to grow out of this whole apartment."
You took that as a challenge.
Initially, Zoey just started vlogging her life for the hell of it. She enjoyed talking to people, so it was pretty natural to start streaming her day to day endeavors.
She was on the shorter side for a woman, and also particularly flat chested. None of that really mattered though, as she was attractive enough regardless and carried her follower count from gaming into her real-life cataloguing quite strongly.
Her follower count grew steadily. It got a sizable bump when she took her go pro to the local mall for a new bra fitting.
Even though she was live on twitstagram, she made sure to not reveal too much. Zoey was sure to get the angles in, but she wasnât nothing like a camgirl or anything like that.
She posted a try-on haul later that evening, but she was more focused on her growing sub count than her own new clothes. Zoey had long since signed off, but couldnât shake the fact that the new B cup bra she had just bought was a bit too tight.
The next evening she had gleefully exclaimed to her devoted patrons that she was now, actually, a C cup, and all of the underwear she had bought the previous day was woefully inadequate.
She drove her point home by squeezing into one of the bras she had bought the other day, and the chat went wild.
Zoey was so drunk on the fame and notoriety of it all she had fallen asleep in a bra one size too small. When she woke up the next day, her tits had grown so big she snapped the center clasp clean in half.
That was just the start. Zoey was live every day, and every day she was just a bit bigger than the last.
She had busted a B cup bra while sleeping. The next day she was fitted for a D cup bra. That size only lasted for three days before she was back for an E cup.
After she had became what her chat described as a "busty gal for sure" the other issues started appearing. Her shoes were too tight. Her pants didn't reach her ankles like she was used to.
She was living at home with her parents between jobs and she couldn't help but notice her mom and dad were shorter than she was used to.
Zoey had caught up to her mom first. Her mom was an inch or two taller than her, but after a week or two of streaming, Zoey was suddenly taller and (much, much) bustier than her mother.
Another week or so (and a lot of donations from her lovely subscribers) and Zoey was taller than her father too.
That's not to say her breast expansion slowed down at all, quite the contrary. For every inch Zoey had grown upwards, she also grew outwards at nearly twice the rate.
The girl had left E cups far behind. Hell, that was before she was able to look down at her own mother.
At that point she was a few letters down the alphabet. She was filling an H cup to bursting around that time. Once she was able to look her six foot two father in the eye Zoey was somewhere above a K cup and still getting larger.
These days, she's even bigger than that, both in height and cup size. Not like either measurements matter, all things considered.
Nowadays, Zoey is six and a half feet tall. A few inches above her dad and over a foot taller than her mum. All she does is stream all day with her go pro on a stick.
Her latest video was just her walking through her house, camera out in front with a wide view of her breasts wobbling back and forth.
"Tell your friends, boys and girls. The more you talk, the bigger I'll get"
Zoey had cut the feed there, clutching the go pro on a stick to her chest like it was an ancient artifact.
It kind of was an ancient artifact in a way. Her physical growth was always tied to her follower count. Zoey had figured this out once she snapped out of her B cups.
Even though she wasn't live, she felt her body respond to an increased follower count.
Zoey's breasts bulged forward, further overwheming both her undersized tank top and her even more undersized bra. Her brassire snapped cleanly at the cusp of her bosom, just like it had so many weeks and so many cup sizes ago.
Zoey kicked off her shoes which were pinching her toes horribly, then shed her pants which were also pinching her thighs horribly.
She flopped down on her bed and fished out the ruined bra from under her top. She tossed the torn undergarment off to the side.
Now clothed in just her strained panties and an even more strained 'ice nice' tank, Zoey drifted off into slumber, her feet hanging off the end of the queen sized bed in her parents' house.
Who knew what tomorrow would bring. Hopefully bigger titties.
Be careful who you offer experimental hormone lotions to.
One day, youâre rubbing that stuff into her tits, enjoying the feeling of a friendâs breasts bulging through your fingers.
The next, youâre scared of the ten foot tall woman with massive boobs demanding you tell her where your stash is.
Mercedes took a long drag of her Certified Genetically Modified cigarette. Thankfully these busses still allowed cigs inside.
She read through the headlines on the newspaper in her other hand, her eyes bouncing from the current political news to the latest tabloids about the Kardashians.
Her eyes lingered on Kim K's backside for a second, sizing the starlet's backside up against her own.
Mercedes took another long drag of her cigarette, exhaling with a satisfied sigh.
"Bigger than her, huh," She talked to her own ass as if it was a separate being. She gave her hip a playful pat, feeling the slight jiggle travel down her thick thigh.
Crossing her legs and taking a hit, she folded the paper over to the third page. Her eyes caught a headline halfway down the page that said "Certified Genetically Modified Cigarettes May Be Genetically Modifying You"
This piqued her interest, so she read further. "The modified tobacco in the smokes may be modifying the users via hormone manipulation and override" the author wrote.
'Hormone manipulation' Mercedes let the thought sit in her mind for a second or two after reading the line in the paper. She looked at the half smoked cig pinched between her fingers.
She took another long drag, and secondary to the nicotine buzz she felt her ass spread out on the seat and pop a seam or two on her daisy dukes.
"Maybe not the best trade off," She said to herself. "But hey," She sucked about a third of the cig to the filter in one go. She felt the seat of her shorts split just before the button in the front undid itself. Mercedes herself rose an inch or two in her seat just from the growth of her behind.
"You know what they say, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger." She flicked the cigarette butt out the window and reached for a second.
You woke up, groggy as all hell.
You werenât in your own bed, that was evident as much from the odd sheets you were wrapped up in.
Sitting up, you were greeted by a sultry voice from the doorway.
âHey stud, you up for some morning sex?â
Your eyes pivoted to her. She was leaning against the door jam, jiggling her ass. She was familiar. You reckoned she was the one night stand that ended back at her place.
That being said, no way she was that thick when all of that happened.
She had a flirty smile on her face. Once you met her gaze, she laughed and bounced her ass again for a bit of emphasis.
âYou donât remember me at all?â She turned and started walking towards you on the bed.
âLet me jog your memory.â She continued, climbing up on her king sized mattress and throwing one thick thigh on the far side of you.
She leaned down to kiss you, and it took every fiber of your being to resist. You pushed her back, which resulted in her sitting on your legs. You could feel an excessive quantity of ass squish around your thighs and calves as she sat back.
You were used to this. It wasnât the first time you had woken up in some randoâs bedroom with said rando having a huge ass.
âI get it, okay?â You waved off the black goddess sitting on your hips before she could make a move.
âIâve been here before. I have this stupid power related to butt cheek energy.â Your hookup sat up on her hips, only further decreasing the bloodflow to your feet.
âAnyways,â you continued as your one night stand looked at you quizzically. âI like ass, And I like a lot of ass. All at once.â You hoped she would get the hint.
âAnd you like ass so much this âpowerâ of yours makes more ass when it canâ She replied.
Oh yeah, this girl understood.
âYes, exactly like that. In that case we sh-â
âWe should make my ass bigger?â
âItâs like you read my mindâ Your hands grasped her hips. All that unbridled ass power flooded into her. She was the first to moan, but you werenât far behind.
She was sitting on your thighs, but even then you could feel her cheeks grow and expand so far they ended up on the bed to either side of your hips.
She was also getting taller and bustier, but you figured it was in both of yâalls best interest not to mind all that.
One of the side effects of your power was making the recipient of the ass expansion hornier than all hell. That was part of the reason you got this girl to take you back to your place.
All you could really process was the increasing weight of both her and her ass as she grew more massive under your touch.
Somewhere between this girl exploding out of her top and bottom then smacking the ceiling while riding your cock you had a bit of a realization.
Said realization faded from your mind when you dumped all of that weird ass growth power into this girl, so much so that as soon as she orgasmed her head shot through the ceiling.
Oh well, not your apartment.
Nice to see you're back writing again. Looking forward to any new captions, the latest ipone is absolutely superb!
We'll so how 'back' I actually am. I had two in the queue and they're both up right now, and then the long backlog in the drafts.
I don't really have plans to stop posting, my writing is just sporadic. I don't think I'll ever get a consistent queue going, but (atleast for now) I do have the time.
"Oh come on, you know you like them" Tammy pulled her top down over her bra, her breasts bulging over both her button down and her bra, seemingly even bigger just in her underwear.
"Look at you! You're two feet taller than me and that bra doesn't even have a cup size it's so big!"
"I can't help it these babies aren't conventionally sized, you know how my hormones get" As her top floated down to the floor, she brought her hands back up to the undersides of her breasts. "Shit, I like them too."
"Enough is enough. Just stop. Stop this madness. You're too big! It's not natural!"
Tammy didn't respond, instead she just hefted one breast at a time and watched each basketball sized titty take several seconds to settle.
"Sorry, what was that, shorty?" She took her eyes off of her ludicrous chest to look down her nose (and a hell of a lot of cleavage) at you.
"I- I said you're too big!" You couldn't help but stammer considering it was increasingly obvious she cared more about her boobs than you.
"What?" Tammy took a step forward, deliberately face-bumping you with her chest. "What was that?"
You stumbled a bit, but held firm. "You heard me, I'm done with this shit, okay? I don't want to deal with a huge growing bitch!"
As soon as the words tumbled out of your mouth, you knew you'd regret it. Tammy scowled, her hands balling into fists.
"What the fuck did you just call me?" She was rising higher as she spoke, her tits slowly bubbling over the top hem of the bra.
You threw your hands up in a defensive stance, anticipating a backhanded strike from a nine foot tall and growing woman. In the motion, the back of your hand struck the underside of Tammy's right breast.
You expected that she would interpret the contact as an attack, but it seemed as if the action of your hand on her boob was more pleasurable than aggressive. She quickly went to coddle the area where you had made contact, caressing the underside of her stricken breast.
Tammy was upset, but once one of her fingers brushed a nipple that was making a bottle cap sized bump through the fabric, she got a bit distracted.
This only made you more concerned. If there was one thing you understood about Tammy's body, it was that the only thing that triggered her growth more than anger was pleasure.
She was already getting bigger too. The popping of stitches and seams rang out across the room as Tammy not only grew bustier but also taller. Her XXXL jeans rode up her calves as her ass did it's best to burst out the seam of her ass. Her bra suffered a worse fate, with her burgeoning breasts bubbling above, below and out of the sides of the overtaxed top just before the whole thing snapped off and joined her top in a folded pile of ruined clothes at her feet.
A few seconds and a couple more inches in height she stopped stroking her nipple with a satisfied sigh. Tammy then looked down at you with a scowl, not that you could see her mouth behind her mammoth bust.
She hit you with a wicked backhand that sent you reeling.
"I don't think you get to comment on what's 'too big'. I've told you this before and I can't believe you haven't gotten the message yet. Anyways..."
Tammy fondled one of her huge boobs with one hand and effortlessly ripped through the crotch of her pants with the other, stroking herself as she cooed in pleasure.
You were still on the ground, watching her grow at an accelerated rate. It wasn't long before she shredded through what was left of her jeans, and a second or two later her head smacked into the ceiling.
This caused Tammy to fall backward, and her growing ass smashed the recliner behind her into splinters. All the while her hands stayed firmly planted both on her titty and her vagina, and it seemed like crushing furniture only made her more horny.
You had finally scrambled to your feet right around the moment her own grew past you into the wall. You took this opportunity to climb over her elongating shin and make a break for the door, but via pure coincidence in the process Tammy reached an orgasm and suddenly grew nearly five feet taller than she was despite being taller than you were when sitting.
Tammy's coos creshendo'd into a scream of pleasure as her head rocketed upward into the celing, leaving a larger dent than before. Her breasts grew into her lap and the shift of her leg caused you to stumble to the ground. Adrenaline took over, numbing the pain of falling into a dining table, but when you got up and turned around to survey the situation, you only saw your girlfriend violently masturbating and mashing her tits together.
It probably wasn't a good idea to stick around in an apartment that was being destroyed by a growing giantess, so you ran out the door to your car in the parking lot. Unfortunately, your keys were somewhere under Tammy's rapidly expanding ass.
A foot the size of an SUV exploded out of the building to your left, and as you turned to look, a second one burst through the wall too. Then Tammy's head popped out of the roof of the three story apartment complex with a bang.
She had another fleeting moment of composure, and you recognized the same satisfied sigh that she normally gave aftet finishing during sex. She looked down at the apartment's parking lot and she locked eyes with you.
"Yeah, 'too big?' "She was mocking you, but the tone of her voice remained playful. "I'm surprised my tits aren't out, I felt them crush our upstairs and downstairs neighbors and everyone to the right and left of us!" Her voice rang out across the entire neighborhood. You could see a gigantic nipple poking through a window to your left, and two apartments in the other direction there was some poor girl pressed up against her own bedroom window by a breast that could've easily filled two or three apartments alone.
"I guess that still means I have work to do!" Tammy resumed her masturbation session, and her breasts started demolishing whatever was left of the complex she didn't already grow through. At this point, you just decided to run for it, hoping for the best.
Maybe the military could do something. Maybe it would only make her more angry. Worst case scenario she'd get turned on by the pain of a couple javelin missiles and grow big enough to sit on the whole city.
Not that it really mattered, once you heard another orgasmic moan that shattered all the glass around you a foot the size of an office building bulldozed three or four houses across the street you were running down.
Turning back towards the ruins of your apartment complex, Tammy was sitting on what was left of the 250 unit building, still jilling off. Sirens railed across town and you could see fighter jets approaching over the horizon.
"I never should have thrown that penny in the fountain" You remarked, not that anyone was around to hear it. You had accepted your fate right around the time the first missiles struck your newly ex girlfriend right in the tit, which drove her to cum again, and suddenly all you could see was Tammy's growing thigh growing towards you.