Petite insecure high school girl is transformed into a tall hyper-exaggeration of feminine fertility and gets knocked up
"My story? Oh, well, I guess I could tell you, since you asked so nicely.
"As hard as it might be to believe, I was really shy in high school. It didn't help that I had barely put on a single inch of height since I'd graduated middle school! That's right, I was barely five feet tall, and kinda chubby to boot.
"I sort of assumed puberty had passed me by, and the doctors couldn't find anything wrong with me; I was just really short.
"Then, the summer before senior year, I shot up three inches and put on, like, twenty pounds. And then I grew twice that much during that final school year! By the time I graduated high school, I was suddenly taller than average, and I walked across the stage for my diploma at five-foot-ten.
"I was still painfully shy, though. Growing that fast had been extremely alienating; most of my classmates I think assumed I had some weird disease. They weren't mean or anything, but they kept their distance and I kept mine.
"That summer, I turned eighteen, and grew another four inches. And something else happened: I finally started to look like a woman, not a little girl. I said I was chubby earlier? Well, now my weight started to distribute itself in more... flattering areas. I'd never really needed a bra before that summer, but by the time I arrived at my dorm room, I was the proud owner of a couple of sets of lacy D-cups.
"Something else changed around that time, too. As I was settling in to my dorm room, I looked myself in the mirror and said: 'No one here knows the little old short, shy me. It's time I started being more outgoing. I'm going to go out there and meet people and be happy about it.'
"And you know what? It worked! Well, kinda. I never did work up the courage to, like, go hang out at frat parties or anything, even though I did get invited to a few. But I started hanging out with a couple of clubs on campus, one devoted to -- and don't you laugh about this -- knitting, and another to painting, and made a lot of friends that way!
"I also, um, kept growing.
"I grew seven inches taller my freshman year. My guess is that, with access to a no-limits dining hall meal plan, I was finally eating enough to really fuel my long-delayed growth spurt to its fullest extent or something. I probably put on sixty pounds, because I wasn't just feeding my vertical growth; I busted out of three different-sized bras that year, and had to buy new pants because my ass tore broke through the seams twice.
"That was also the year I met my future husband.
"The story there is a little funny, too. Obviously, I was being monitored by doctors throughout this, for the same reason my lack of growth before had interested doctors. They also recommended a support group for tall individuals, which as a six-foot-nine woman I certainly counted as now.
"I met him on the very first day, not because he was a fellow member, but because he was the facilitator! He's only five-foot-three, which made him a funny sight among a group of people all easily clearing six-foot-five. Afterwards, we got to talking and it turned out that he was, one, just filling in for the usual leader of the group, two, very cute and funny, and three, currently single.
"Shy me from high school never would have thought to do this, but I leaned waaaaaay over, in order to look him in the eyes, and, of course, make sure he could see my big breasts dangling heavily in front of me, and asked him for his number. He stammered for a second before typing it into my phone, blushing.
"I'll spare you the details of our dating history, but let's just say it didn't take long for us to become a couple.
"And I kept growing, too. Slower than before, sure, but that's not saying much. That summer back home from college I put on three more inches, taking me all the way up to seven feet even. I piled on even more weight, too, between eating everything I could get my hands on, as well as starting a strength-training regimen to try and make sure I could support my increasing size.
"My boyfriend and I hated having to be apart that whole summer, though, and when we both returned to college, we agreed we'd never go that long between seeing each other again. We then, um, had really, really, really great sex, and I guess it was so, ah, vigorous, that the condom broke. Exploded, really. He might be a little guy, but he's plenty big where it counts...
"At first, we didn't think anything of it, but I missed my period a few weeks later. I'd always had somewhat irregular periods, so I didn't think much of it until I went another month without one, and then a pregnancy test confirmed it.
"My boyfriend and I agreed we wanted to keep it, but god I was embarrassed to tell my parents. The scene didn't get any less bizarre, I'm sure, because I was still growing taller, and there I was, seven-foot-two, tits as big as volleyballs and hips that could fill a loveseat, sheepishly confessing to my average-height mom and dad that I'd gotten knocked up.
"To everyone's credit, they all supported us, including the college, which arranged for my boyfriend and I to move into shared off-campus housing with space for a nursery.
"And so over the next few months we watched as I grew in every single direction at once. I was still growing taller, slowly closing in on the world record. I was already the tallest living woman in the world, and clearly closing in on tallest ever. Still perfectly healthy, thank god, I think at least partially due to the constant exercise I was making sure to get.
"I grew outward, too. My belly got bigger and bigger in a hurry, and the OB/GYN confirmed that not only were we expecting twins, but big twins. 'You're sure you're only six months along?' She asked once, after an ultrasound. 'They're nearly as big as I'd expect fetuses at term to be.'
"'I guess a big girl like me makes big babies,' I said in response, shrugging. And there was no denying I was a very big girl at that point. I probably put on a hundred pounds during that pregnancy, both in yet another growth spurt of three inches, and the belly, of course, but also with my tits absolutely ballooning in size in preparation for my two lovely girls. My boyfriend and I did the math on it, and I would have worn a 53X bra -- if such a ridiculous contraption existed!
"I ended up giving birth to two perfect little girls three weeks before finals. It was the most hectic time of my life, but we made it. They had to push together two hospital beds for me in the delivery ward, I was so big!
"And it was lying there, with my two angels suckling from me, my boyfriend standing next to me, that I knew there was no way I was going to have a small family.
"And the rest, as they say, is history. I'm seven-foot-nine now, by the way, before you ask. And yes, I managed to graduate college with my degree, although it took an extra year.
"I also probably shouldn't have bothered, because my husband and I have been busy over the last decade. I've been pregnant, let's see, I guess, over seventy-five percent of that time period? Ten pregnancies in as many years. Five singles, three twins, two triplets. And the first pair of twins, of course, who are now themselves in high school. And every single one of them a girl! At this point we're as amazed as anyone else at the odds on that, nineteen girls in a row. My husband is incredibly outnumbered.
"I'm the world's tallest woman, I'm an absolute broodmare for my husband, and I love it. Sure, there are hard parts. Being so much bigger than the world around me can make things frustrating, and while I adore every single one of my children, it's sometimes hard to see that when you're changing half a dozen dirty diapers at a time.
"And yes, I am pregnant again, thank you for noticing! Just a single one this time, but my doctor says she's on track to be my biggest girl yet.
"Oh, but where does the time go? I'm late picking up my girls from school. We'll have to talk more later...
