I’ve officially made it as a horny blog: I’m pretty sure I’ve been shadowbanned, because I can’t send messages to anyone from here.
While I am too stubborn and lazy to make a new blog just to post stories on, I have made @big-chatty-bimbo as a side blog to take asks, messages, and just general stuff like that.
I’ll probably keep posting writing on this blog until it either gets fully banned or deleted. But we’ll figure out what to do when it comes to that!
"These aren't too big, are they?" Cammy asked as she pointed her phone camera at her rack, which was stretching her red shirt a bit. "I don't want to look like too much of a- AAAH!" she shouted as the car across from her in the intersection didn't stop to let her go, and the two vehicles collided.
Her body reacted to the danger by suddenly growing, filling up the car and exploding out of it in the couple of milliseconds before the impact of the actual crash hit her.
"Uuughhh," she groaned as she looked at the scraps that remained of her car, absentmindedly patting her hips, which were almost as wide as the man she'd crashed into was tall. She had to turn to the side to look down at the man past boobs bigger than he was as she towered 10 feet taller than him. "Look what you fucking did, my car's trashed, and those were designer clothes too!"
"I-I-" the man spluttered, unable to say anything as he stared at the Amazon towering above him.
"Get out of my way, I'm gonna return the favor," Cammy said, leaning down and pressing her tits on the roof of the car. It visibly sank from the weight of her rack, and then sank even more as her body started growing again more slowly, taking several seconds for every foot she grew in height and in bust.
"W-wait! Please stop!" the man managed to shout as the roof of the car started groaning as the weight pressing on top of it became too much. He couldn't rip his eyes away as the breasts crushing his car starting to reach the same size as it.
Then the entire car frame gave out at once as Cammy's boobs flattened it on the asphalt, struggling to stand up to her full 40 foot height. "Ah, now we're even. It's been a while since I've been this big, it's nice!" She stumbled a bit and her rack slammed into a nearby hotel, crashing through the wall before she managed to right herself. "Oops."
She scowled as she heard sirens approaching her. "C'mon, it wasn't that big a deal, don't freak out over nothing!" she huffed, shooting up another 10 feet in height as she stomped down the street, growing with every step.
It wasn't long until she heard helicopters approaching, and she groaned as she heard the familiar crackle of a megaphone. "Cammy, please shrink back down or we will be forced to fire on you."
Cammy rolled her eyes. "God, stop freaking out over such a tiny thing! I'm not out of control or destructive, I'm just having some fun! Getting some fresh air!" She grew with her anger, another dozen feet taller and wider, casting a shadow over several buildings.
The helicopter fired missiles at her, but her body exploded in size to protect her again, doubling so that the missiles bounced off of her tits mere milliseconds before the walls of flesh slammed into the helicopter, sending it crashing into the ground as Cammy's building-sized tits bounced wildly a hundred feet above the ground.
"Oh- oh fuck this is all your fault!" Cammy swore as her brain caught up to her body's growth, stumbling backwards and swearing again as she started to fall towards the ground.
The hotel she'd tripped into a mere minute ago was flattened underneath her earth-shaking ass as it cushioned her fall, leaving her to gasp for breath as she looked over her new size. "This is all your fault, I wouldn't have gotten this big if you just trusted that I could handle it!" she shouted, before crossing her arms with a huff that shook her large rack. "It's gonna take so long for me to go back to normal."
Linda glanced up as Yuna bounced into the study room, unable to not stare at the tight crop top the girl she was tutoring barely fit in.
"Sorry I'm late for tutoring, I was buying you a gift!" Yuna said as she passed two small plastic bottles over to Linda. "It's a special kind of shampoo and conditioner, it'll help you be as popular as me! I know you've been struggling to get a boyfriend."
Linda flushed as she shook her head. "Some weird gimmick shampoo isn't gonna suddenly make me popular. Let's please just focus on studying, I also gotta focus on these next exams."
"Okay!" Yuna smiled. "Just promise me you'll try them tonight."
"I promise, as long as you pay attention."
~
Linda huffed as she stood in the bathroom after stripping down, glancing at the golden bottles Yuna had given her. She glanced at her reflection, looking at her slim stick of a body. The only thing of note about her was her soft long brown hair. "Okay, I guess I'll try these. I'm gonna kill Yuna if it ruins my hair."
She climbed into the shower and after wetting her hair, poured some of the shampoo into her hands and started lathering it into her hair. It reacted instantly, becoming thicker and growing longer as it lightened to a golden sheen.
Her small breasts also perked up and swelled, jumping up from barely noticeable to filling up her hands as she reached up with a gasp. "Holy shit! This stuff is awesome! I bet the conditioner will make them even bigger."
Her body reacted even more strongly to the conditioner she was given, Linda's tits practically exploding in size and bouncing wildly as they became larger than her head. Her hips and ass widened to fill the shower.
She stumbled out of the shower half an hour later, her mind in a fog and barely able to think about anything other than the burning desire between her legs. "Need... dick..." she mumbled as she walked through her apartment, not even drying off as she left a trail of shower water behind her as she left her dorm room. She walked into the hall of her building and knocked on the door of the room next to her. "Please... I need some..." she groaned through the door.
~
Yuna finally managed to set her phone down and lay in bed, way too late, when it buzzed with someone calling her. "Oh come the fuck on, who is it?" she groaned as she picked up the phone. "Linda? What's up? Don't you go to bed early?"
"Not... oof... not tonight! I'm having sooo much fun, thanks a ton for that shampoo and conditioner!" Linda said, sounding a bit breathless. "Oh yeah, your boyfriend's here too, here ya go!"
"I- um... hello, babe?" Yuna's boyfriend's voice came sheepishly through the phone. He also sounded out of breath.
"Wh-what are- ARE YOU FUCKING CHEATING ON ME!? WHAT THE FUCK!?" Yuna screamed at her phone. "WITH LINDA!?"
She heard her boyfriend start muttering excuses, but Linda's voice came through clearly as she took the phone from her boyfriend. "I just couldn't stop myself, and I remembered you talking about his big dick after the first... siiiix guys? So I had to give him a try, y'know? Anyways I'm off to the next guy since your boyfriend's tired, just wanted to thank you and have him say hi, since he's here. Anyways ninight, see you for study tomorrow!"
Yuna stared at her phone after Linda hung up. "What. The fuck. Is that bitch's problem!?"
~
Yuna glared at Linda as she bounced into the study room, her thin tank top not hiding anything, especially since she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were threatening to tear through the top.
"Thanks again for that shampoo and conditioner, it's great! People have been throwing themselves at me," Linda giggled as she sat down.
"Don't act like you didn't fuck my boyfriend, you stupid slut," Yuna growled. "Why the fuck would you do that?"
Linda blinked as if she had no idea why the girl she was tutoring was mad. "I... was horny? And he was there after the first couple, so we fucked?" She tilted her head to the side, confused, before gasping. "Oh! No, I'm not trying to steal your man, I promise, I'm just so horny I can barely control myself."
Yuna scowled at her. "Get your fat fucking tits out of here and never even look at me or my boyfriend again!"
Linda flinched. "Yuna, don't say that, please, I won't do it again, I didn't think you'd be this mad." She got up from her chair and walked around the table to Yuna, who got even more pissed as the fat fucking tits jiggled at eye level for her as they got closer.
Then she leaned in for a hug, threatening to suffocate Yuna with her giant rack. "Here, I brought the shampoo and conditioner with me, I only used half of it. Maybe you'd like if you used the other half?" she suggested.
Yuna managed to calm herself, pretending that her reddened face was from anger. "I... yeah, sure."
~
Yuna stared at the bottle of shampoo in her hair as the shower washed over her. Would she also go through a dozen guys tonight like Linda had? Or maybe two dozen, since she wasn't a virgin like Linda had been.
She shrugged and started mixing it into her hair, gasping as she immediately became blonde and her breasts grew a few cup sizes. "Oh hell yeah! I'll show that bitch how hot I get."
~
Linda waited nervously in Yuna's living room, trying to ignore the burning sensation between her legs. She wanted to make sure that Yuna wasn't mad anymore after that, but she just couldn't figure out what she had been mad about.
Yuna emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, tits even larger than Linda's bouncing like they were as light as air, both girls drooling as they stared at each other.
"Take off. Your shorts," Yuna demanded, and Linda pulled down her soaked denim shorts just in time to get tackled, their breasts squishing together as Yuna buried her hand into Linda's pussy.
Linda returned the favor, and soon the room echoed with their countless moans, their new stamina getting tested to the limits as they fucked for hours, not noticing the passage of time as their world shrank just to each other.
"Please don't be mad at me, Amber," the man begged, pulling out a necklace with a long chain of gemstones hanging down from it. "I can't imagine life without you."
Amber examined the necklace, before slipping it on. The dangling gemstones reached down to her cleavage, getting swallowed by it as her already large breasts grew a cup size. "I guess I can forgive you for cheating on me. As long as you fire the bitch secretary." She leaned in and kissed the man.
~
Amber followed her CEO boyfriend out of the mansion, wondering what this was about. Were they going on a vacation together? But they just got back from the tropics.
She let out a gasp as they entered the garage and she saw a brand new red luxury sports car. "Oh, it's beautiful!"
"And it's yours, happy birthday dear," the man said, his hand shoved into her yoga pants as her curves swelled, her t-shirt tenting for a few moments as her breasts overflowed it, before tearing and letting tits that could engulf someone's head whole flop and jiggle freely. Her yoga pants met a similar fate as the hand shoved into the back of her pants was swallowed between butt cheeks that shredded her yoga pants.
Amber hopped into the sports car without hesitation, ass overflowing the driver's seat and tits pressing against the steering wheel, the horn blasting as she laughed. She got out after a couple seconds with some difficulty and pounced on her boyfriend, tearing off his pants and bouncing on his dick like she needed it to survive, her butt cheeks clapping with every bounce.
~
Amber slipped off her wedding ring and put on a pair of gloves once she'd taken the rest of her clothes off, before squeezing through the doorway into the bedroom, smiling at her husband.
Her husband didn't see her smile, instead staring at her boobs that were as big as the rest of her torso. "I see someone wants to have fun tonight," he chuckled, slipping his pants off.
"I sure do~" Amber purred, before making the bed groan as she climbed up on it. Then she suddenly grabbed her husband's hands, pinning them behind him, and dropped down on top of him, engulfing his entire head with her rack.
After a second of shock, he started to try to fight back, but she weighed more than him, and he didn't have the strength to push her off.
"It was a fun honeymoon, I'll give you that, especially with all those expensive gifts you gave me," Amber laughed as she felt her husband's struggles weaken as he suffocated. "But I decided it'd be really nice to have that inheritance you wrote into your will. Besides, isn't this the way you'd want to go anyways? Crushed by your wife's gigantic breasts as they grow?"
Her husband stopped struggling, and a minute later, the growth spurt hit. Amber's tits swelled until they were larger than her husband, her ass becoming two spheres of fat that could crush a man. "Oh hell yeah! That's great!" she cackled.
~
Terrence rang the doorbell before stepping back, looking at his fellow police officer. "So what's the story here?" he asked.
"Some rich CEO guy committed suicide by jumping off the roof. We're just here to interview the wife to make sure she didn't kill..." Davis paused as the door opened, and Terrence glanced back at the door.
He was greeted by a rack that couldn't fit through the door, clad in a fluffy black dress that hid none of the impossible curves the woman had. "Ah, officers, how may I help you?" Amber smiled, knowing they were not looking at her face.
After a few seconds, Terrence shook his head and cleared his throat. "Well, ma'am, we're just here to ask you a few questions about your husband's death. May we come in?"
"Please, please, let's go to the living room," the lady gestured for them to follow her, and the two officers obediently followed the bouncing of her booty until she sat down on a couch, taking up the entire thing. "So, what kind of questions do you have?"
"Can you take that off?" Davis suddenly asked, and the lady laughed as Terrence shot a glare at his partner.
"Oops!" he heard the lady say, and glanced back to see the top of her dress had fallen down, letting boobs that could smother them flop and jiggle. "Could one of you boys help me? I can't quite reach around to lift that up."
Davis eagerly got up and moved closer, and the lady pounced, pinning him to the ground and kissing him as she used one hand to peel up the skirt of her dress, wagging her fat ass at Terrence.
After a few moments of hesitation, he whipped out his dick and pushed as hard as he could against her ass to get into her dripping wet pussy at the same time as Davis crawled out and started fucking her face.
The living room was filled with the sounds of all three of them moaning, but it didn't last long before Terrence came, filling the widow's pussy with cum. Davis busted a few seconds after, and the two men gasped as the lady stood up with some difficulty.
"Thanks, boys, let me know if I can help with anything else, you can see yourselves to the door," she said with a cum-soaked smile.
The two officers immediately obeyed, pulling their pants up and walking out the door. As they got in their cars, Terrence said "She definitely killed her husband."
Ava walked up to the balcony overlooking the party and tapped her wine glass with a spoon. She enjoyed everyone turning to stare at her, even if she couldn't see half of the partygoers due to her giant breasts blocking her view down.
"Thank you, everyone. Investors, board members, and other guests. This year has been one of record growth for Pinnacle Pharmaceuticals, thanks to all of our efforts, and I'm sure next year will bring even more growth. Now go enjoy the rest of the party," she smiled down at them.
She felt a twinge in her chest as she walked down the stairs to join the rest of the party, wincing a little as her dress felt even tighter as her breasts swelled a barely noticeable amount. "No, calm down girls," she cooed. "At least let this dress fit for another week." In spite of her insistence that her dress fit, her tits were clearly too big for it already, overflowing out of the sides and top of the dress.
~
Ava frowned as she noticed a crowd gathering on the balcony. "Now what could that be? Am I not magnificent enough?" she chuckled to herself as she walked over, towering a solid foot over the tallest men at the party, peering over them and pushing her way through.
She gasped as she finally saw what all the fuss was about. A giant woman stood in front of the balcony, a rack that could crush a car floating just above the balcony.
The giantess' face lit up with a smile as she saw Ava. "Ah! Just the lady I was looking for!" She leaned forwards, the balcony creaking as round tits that dwarfed Ava started to press into the balcony.
As people started to back away off of the balcony, the CEO of Pinnacle Pharmaceuticals just sighed and put her hands on her hips, barely keeping the jealousy out of her expression. "I see you finally managed to get the formula I asked you to make... two years ago. Did you finally manage to make it not lethal after I fired you, Farimah?"
Farimah scowled, suddenly grabbing Ava like a toy and holding her up to her face. "You ruined my life! And now I'm gonna have fun with you!" She opened up her free hand to reveal two tiny pills in her palm, which she swallowed.
The giantess' body shook, before shooting up a few feet in height. A second later, another growth spurt of a couple feet, then another. The balcony collapsed as the boobs resting on it doubled in size, several people who hadn't run inside falling several stories to the hard ground.
Ava let out a scream, but it was quickly muffled as she was shoved between the giant building-wrecking tits. Then Farimah slammed her rack into the mansion, breaking through the walls like they were tissue paper. She laughed maniacally as she crushed dozens of people underneath her boobs.
Ava tried worming her way out, but the constant jostling of the sweat-slicked walls of flesh around her kept her trapped in the giantess' cleavage.
After a few minutes, Ava was pulled out from between the car-sized tits, dripping with sweat as Farimah smirked at her. She turned and gasped as she saw her ruined mansion, turned to worthless rubble.
"You-you bitch!" she shouted, and Farimah let out an earth-shaking laugh. "How- I'm- I-" The CEO started to sob from frustration.
"Don't worry, Ava, I'm sure I can find a spot for you in the company I'll be founding soon. How does 'Full-Time Dildo' sound?"
"W-what?" Ava stammered, and then gasped as Farimah spread her legs, revealing a dripping pussy that could swallow her whole. "WAIT NO PLEASE I COULD GIVE YOU ANYTHING I COULD GIVE YOU MONEY! POWER! SHARES! PLEASE!" she begged the giantess.
"Anything?" Farimah asked with a chuckle. "Then give me an orgasm." Then she shoved her former boss inside her, shivering with pleasure from the stretching of an entire person fitting in her pussy. "Oh that feels so good~ I might even take you out of there if you're good enough," she said quietly to herself so Ava couldn't hear her.
Veronica tutted as she looked over the beach, frowning at all of the normal people. "I wanted to, like, rock this beach, but there's no one else here to vibe with!" She dug into her bag and pulled out a strange looking tool with the word 'BIMBO' stamped into it. She tried to remember how she got it, but pursed her plump lips as her memory fails her.
Then she shrugged, pointed the tool at a nearby couple drinking sodas underneath an umbrella, and pressed a button, a pink ray shooting out of it and covering them in a pink flash of light.
The man spilled his soda on himself as he let out a yelp, watching as a pair of large breasts sprouted on his chest, covered in his spilled soda. His girlfriend decided to help him out by shoving her face into his growing rack and licking the soda off of him, the two of them moaning in pleasure as they became the curviest and sluttiest girls on the beach.
Veronica spun around and shot another blast at a pair of girls tanning in the sun as they read books. Their skin darkened to a perfect tan, and they threw their books to the ground carelessly and ran towards a volleyball match that was ongoing.
It wasn't going to be happening for much longer, now that Veronica had set her sights on it. Half a dozen rays shot out from her bimbo-making tool and the game had become an orgy, a twisted pile of limbs and curves that the two girls she'd just shot eagerly joined.
"Now that's more like it," Veronica smiled as she strutted over. But as she approached, she felt a bit of jealousy as she realized that she no longer had the fattest tits of the beach, now being about average.
She didn't hesitate for a moment before pointing the tool at herself and being engulfed in a pink ray, dropping the bimbo maker to the sand as everything other than wanting to fuck left her mind, struggling to balance as each of her tits grew larger than anyone else's entire rack.
Hands reached out from the orgy to grasp her, and she fell in, nearly smothering a girl from her tits before she managed to wriggle out from beneath, and it seemed like the entire beach seemed to shake with every moan Veronica let out at every little touch and grope.
Everything faded away for her other than the hands around her, the tits and asses to grab, and how much pleasure ran through her body. "I've made heaven!" she shouted as she orgasmed, which were quickly followed by several more.
Liam jumped a little as he heard the door to his shop open, glancing over to see who had entered. He stared at the tall woman who had to duck a little to fit through the doorway, but mostly at her volleyball-sized breasts as they bounced with every step.
She walked over to the counter, barely able to see Liam past her rack. "Hey, I um... heard you have body modding stuff here? I want... to be shorter. Will this work?"
The woman set a wristband down on the counter, and Liam nodded as he looked at it. "Yeah that's a popular one for people who want to be shorter, but it has some side effect-"
"Great! I'll take it!" the woman interrupted him, swiping her card and throwing it on her arm. She let out a whoop as her body started creeping down, smiling brightly at Liam.
Her smile twisted into a frown as she noticed that for every inch she went down, her rack grew an inch bigger. Her shirt started to become see-through as it was pushed to its limit, and she still towered half a foot taller than Liam's 6 foot frame.
"Wh-what's happening? I didn't want-"
"Ma'am, that's one of the side effects of the Shortstack Band, I was trying to warn you," Liam said, struggling not to drool. "You can't remove it until it's done, and it won't be done until you're 5 feet tall."
"F-FIVE FEET!? These... oh fuck..." the woman's despairing face became level with Liam's as her shirt tore, tits almost as big as the rest of her torso hitting the counter with a heavy thud.
"Hey, hey, let me take you to the break room, so no one sees you like this," Liam suggested, taking the woman behind the counter and shutting the break room door. "It's gonna be okay, miss," he tried to comfort the woman, who was on the verge of tears. She was so distraught, she barely even noticed him staring at her boobs with hunger.
The wristband finally cracked and fell off as she hit the 5 foot mark, and the woman sobbed as she looked at her breasts, each of which were bigger than her entire rack had been when she'd entered the store 5 minutes ago. "How am I supposed to find clothes that are supposed to fit these!?" she cried out. "I came here because I wanted to be able to wear normal clothes and now an anime girl!"
Liam barely heard what she was saying, all of his focus going into trying not to drool at how much her boobs bounced with every movement she made.
The woman finally noticed, and scowled as she looked at his tented pants. "This is all your fault. You need to buy me a new set of clothes! I'll... I'll titfuck you for it!" She exclaimed, her face turning red.
Liam's eyes widened, before obediently dropping his pants and sitting down on a chair. The woman's tits covered his entire lap and jutted out several more inches on every side, and he struggled not to cum immediately as she started to pump her vast breasts up and down his completely hidden shaft, breathing heavily from the effort.
"Shit... they're so fuckin heavy..." she gasped after a few minutes, but Liam couldn't handle any more, moaning as he came. Not a drop of it managed to escape her cleavage until she climbed up off of him, dripping all over his lap and the floor. "Alright, now, get me some new clothes," she huffed, crossing her arms.
"So," Kacee giggled, clearly drunk, as she pulled her friend Trish close to her. "Which one of us do you think has bigger boobs?"
"Uhhh..." the man they were facing stammered, struggling to think as he looked at the two pairs of fat tits jiggling in front of him. "Y-you?"
"Oh wow, you actually got it- hey! C'mon Trish, don't cheat!" she laughed as Trish's top started to overflow as her breasts swelled several cup sizes. "Well, then I'm gonna grow too!"
The man gasped as Kacee shot up a foot in height, her chest jutting out another foot as the remains of the top of her dress fell to her sides and revealed her gravity-defying mounds.
Kacee let out another giggle as she realized how much she'd grown. "Oops, sorry, I grew a bit too much. I know we were supposed to stay normal-" she let out a yelp as Trish made her growth spurt look small, legs shooting underneath the table they were sitting at and knocking over chairs and the man they were sitting with, her hips knocking Kacee of of her chair.
Then the chair beneath Trish crumpled, the entire bar seeming to shake as an ass bigger than most of the bar-goers hit the floor. The collision was followed by the crash of her even bigger rack slamming into the table, splitting it in half and spilling food and drinks all over her lap.
Trish smiled down at Kacee, letting out a burp. "Don't worry, I'm sick of being tiny. Let's bounce!"
The man barely managed to recover from being knocked over when he was suddenly squished between the thighs of the two ladies he'd been flirting with just moments ago, who were giggling and teasing each other as they took up more and more of the bar with each passing moment, until he was buried underneath their thighs.
~
The roof of the bar exploded outwards as two heads rose out of the ruined building. They were shortly followed by four boobs that dwarfed cars.
"I always forget how cramped that gets," Trish sighed as she stood up, rubble falling off of her and landing dozens of feet below on the ground. She bent over to help Kacee up, but she'd gotten used to being smaller, and drunkenness did not help her balance. She instead fell on top of Kacee, threatening to smother her with her tits.
To stop from suffocating, Kacee grew more, her body crashing into the apartment building next door to the bar. She tried to calm down the people screaming in the lobby her head had burst into, but the fact that she didn't slow down her growth didn't help, and she kept speaking in a soothing voice even as they were being crushed against a wall by her shoulder.
Kacee tore her way through the building as she sat up, using it to help her climb to her feet as it crumbled under her weight and the damage she'd done to it.
"Okay, Titania, let's get you home before the military gets called on us again," Kacee cooed to Trish, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and guiding her down the road, the asphalt cracking under their feet and cars flattened with every step.
"But I... I heard that Rachel's doing volleyball on the beach," Trish slurred.
Kacee perked up at that. "Alright! Yeah let's do that instead. I know a shortcut!"
~
A night janitor looked up from his mop as he felt the ground shake, moving to the window to look outside.
A pair of tits larger than a house appeared next to the window and started to press against it, the wall groaning. The janitor swore as he turned and ran to the other side of the building, looking back as he heard glass shattering and brick crumbling.
He was chased by the wall of titflesh crashing through the building, until he was trapped by the far wall, praying as he turned to face his imminent demise. The wall pressed against him, and everything went dark in an instant.
~
"Damn, why'd they have to build a building right in the middle of my shortcut?" Kacee huffed as she stomped through the tall office building, dragging Trish behind her. "Now hurry up, I don't wanna miss volleyball!"
Chloe took a deep breath as she buttoned up her blouse, trying to calm herself before her first shift at her new job. She didn't understand how they misspelled secretary as 'sexretary' on the ad, but she was just happy that she'd actually been accepted after weeks of not hearing back. "You got this Chloe, this won't be like your last job," she said to her reflection.
~
"Oh. Em. Gee, you're so cute! Are you the new sexretary?" Chloe heard someone ask as she walked towards the front doors of the building.
She turned and saw a woman with tits bigger than her head wearing clothes that couldn't possibly pass the dress code with how much they showed off. "I- um. Yes?" Chloe stammered. "So did they just misspell the job advertisement or-"
"Nope! You'll see, come with me. We get our own special entrance." Chloe was herded by what had to be the office slut to a side door with a pink Staff Only sign.
After entering, she was greeted by several more women just as sluttily dressed and curvy as the one guiding Chloe. "O-oh, that's- um... hi?" she waved nervously.
One of them squealed and lunged, the rest following her example, and soon Chloe was surrounded by the biggest boobs she'd seen in real life as they cooed over how cute she was.
After a minute she was freed as one of them pulled her out of the group huddle. "Oh right, you'll get dressed in there! I almost forgot that's the first-timer locker."
"But... I'm already dressed?" Chloe blinked in confusion.
The women giggled. "You'll see, just go in!"
After a few seconds of hesitation, she entered the room she was pointed to, wondering if she was getting hazed. She wasn't used to being the shortest and scrawniest girl in the room, but-
Her thoughts were interrupted by what sounded like a lock clicking after the door shut, and then a hiss from the vents. "Wh- what the fuck!? Let me out!" Chloe banged on the door, and then a dizzy sensation overtook her.
She fell to her knees, not noticing how much more her body jiggled than usual, but eventually she noticed how much tighter her blouse and skirt felt.
"What the hell is going on?" she demanded, hurriedly unbuttoning her blouse before it tore, revealing swelling breasts. She ripped off her bra as it made it hard to breathe, gasping for breath as her skirt split along its seams, her hips and now giant ass spilling out and ripping it to shreds.
But for some reason, Chloe felt her anger start draining as a fuzzy sensation entered her mind, making it hard to focus on being locked in a room as a heat started building up in her. She squeezed at her boobs and ass, moaning as they grew larger than her head, until she orgasmed and some of the fuzziness faded away, leaving her confused as the vents stopped hissing as loudly.
A screen on the wall flickered to life, showing a smiling bimbo that was slightly curvier than Chloe's new body. "Hello, new employee of HanMas Social! You've just undergone the physical training portion of the sexretary position, so let me explain a few things. If any of this is confusing, feel free to ask your manager and fellow sexretaries to dumb it down for you!"
The bimbo on the screen opened up a closet, and pointed towards the one in Chloe's room. "Please get dressed, and remember, the more scantily, the better! You want to make sure you provide easy access to the goods for all the other employees!"
As Chloe picked through the clothes provided, the instructor kept explaining her new duties, which consisted of running paperwork that was too confidential to be stored online in case of hacking, and fucking any employee who asked for it.
"And that's all! Have a fun day!" The screen flickered off, and the lock on the door clicked, the woman who led Chloe to this door bursting in.
"Oh. Em. Gee! You look so hot now!" she exclaimed, looking at Chloe's outfit, which consisted of a short skirt that barely covered her ass and clung tightly to thighs thicker than her waist, as well as a top that only covered her shoulders, leaving her new bra exposed. "Here, let me show you to your new manager, he'll love you."
Chloe smiled as she followed her fellow sexretary. It was hard to think, but she figured she'd finally gotten a good job that she could enjoy.
Cindy was scrolling through social media when she saw a post Thalia had made.
First day of working out! I'm already seeing the results!
Cindy laughed as she clicked on the post to see the before and after pictures, wondering if the high after a workout had made her see things.
Her laughter stopped as she looked at the pictures, seeing the results. Thalia's thighs and booty were visibly thicker in the after photo, as well as her arms.
Cindy glanced down at her own body, where she'd fought tooth and nail to get as fit as she had, and here was Thalia just blowing past that in one workout. It had to be photoshop, or drugs, or something.
"Hey, want to come with me on my workout tomorrow?" she asked Thalia in DMs.
"Sure! I'd love to! See you there!"
~
Cindy was struggling to hide her frustration when they met up in the lobby and she could clearly see it wasn't photoshop.
"So, I was gonna hit some squats first, what about you?" Thalia asked as they walked into the gym.
"Me too. Could you start first? I want to see what technique you're using," Cindy suggested, wondering if she was doing it some weird way.
Thalia raised an eyebrow. "Oookayyy, they're just squats. But sure." She started on her squats, and Cindy nearly swore when each one seemed to fatten Thalia's already large ass even more. "C'mon, Cindy! Gotta get them juicy, right?" she called out.
After a few moments, Cindy followed behind, trying not to look at Thalia's visibly swelling booty. Then her yoga pants started to feel a bit more snug, and Cindy frowned, though she kept going through the workout.
As they finished, Cindy glanced behind herself and gasped, seeing that her own butt had grown a couple inches around. "How do you... do that?"
Thalia frowned at her. "What do you mean? Squats are for getting a fatter ass, of course that's what they do." She sounded confused.
"I- um. Let me take a sip of my protein shake, it'll help fatten my booty up!" Cindy said, thinking quickly as she took a big gulp. She felt her yoga pants tighten even more.
"Ooh, good idea! I'll have to get some for my next workout," Thalia nodded, and the two women shared smiles.
Internally, Cindy was screaming. How did Thalia have this power? Did reality just warp to fit her whims or something?
The two women went through the rest of their leg day workout, Cindy's yoga pants holding on for dear life as she attacked her workouts, sweat pooling up beneath her.
"You good, girl?" Thalia asked after drinking some water. "You're working out like getting less than double my reps will end the world or something," she laughed.
Cindy wheezed out a laugh as she stumbled to her feet, struggling to balance as butt cheeks as big as her head jiggled behind her with every step. "Y-yeah, just... felt really motivated this workout, you know?" she managed to say in between gasps, before chugging the last few gulps of her protein shake.
Her yoga pants finally gave up, seams splitting along her ass and hips as they grew another couple of inches around. Cindy tore off her ruined pants, standing in just her panties in the middle of the gym, nothing hiding the biggest booty anyone in this gym had ever seen.
"Oh shit! Cover up, Cindy!" Thalia exclaimed, grabbing her mat and wrapping it around Cindy's waist to cover her. "You should have gotten more stretchy clothes, are any of your clothes even gonna fit?"
Cindy finally thought about that. "Don't worry, the jeans I bought are very stretchy, it's a special fabric," she lied, hoping whatever weird power Thalia had would extend to that.
"Okay... Well let's hit the showers, I think I'm good for my workout too."
~
As Cindy struggled to wash herself in the tiny locker room shower, her ass taking up most of the space, she glanced down at her boobs. They were pretty big, but compared to her new booty...
"I'll look up any workouts for making them bigger for next time," Cindy giggled, giving her butt a smack that echoed through the entire locker room before she stepped out and toweled herself off.
Luckily, Thalia's weird power didn't let Cindy down as she slipped her skinny jeans on, stretching over her new plump thighs and ass. "Alright! I feel like a new woman!"
"Wha?" Thalia asked, looking up as she tied her hair back. "Sorry, I wasn't listening, what'd you say?"
Jaimie sighed as she stood in front of her camera, hefting her head-sized tits. "I know, I know, these aren't nearly big enough, that ad was a scam. I guess I'll have to grow them the old-fashioned way."
She clenched her fists and groaned, and suddenly her rack jumped out a few more inches. "Oh, I forgot how good that felt to do, I haven't done this since high school," she laughed as she saw a bunch of shocked comments appear on her stream. "Let's keep going with this, it's a growth stream now!"
Her boobs strained her dress to its limit as they grew more and more with each passing moment, before it finally tore, letting udders as big as Jaimie's entire torso bounce freely.
"Okay, these are getting a little big now, but I want to keep getting bigger," she huffed as she nearly knocked her camera over with her tits while turning around. "I might have to grow the rest of my body if I still want to move. Oh well!"
Jaimie's head surged upwards in height, starting to leave the view of the camera. "Oh, that feels good!" she shouted. "Why haven't I done this before!?" She shot up a foot taller, head now completely out of frame, giant tits dominating the view of the camera, not that any of her watchers were complaining.
Then her head hit the ceiling, and she fell forwards, crushing the camera underneath boobs bigger than a normal person. "Ah shit," she swore. "Well, I guess they'll have to see me the old fashioned way!"
Her growth accelerated, pressing against the walls and ceiling of her apartment. Then it began to creak and groan, until it finally gave way. Jaimie's head burst upwards into the apartment above hers, making a man washing the dishes scream.
"Don't worry, you'll love this view! If you survive this growth spurt, at least," she chuckled, and then she surged upwards, her rack tearing through the floor, then the exterior wall. She pushed against it, toppling the entire wall of her apartment building and stepping out, standing at her full 30 foot height.
"You'll get to see me soon, babes, don't worry," she cooed, trying and failing to look down past her car-sized rack. She walked down the street towards downtown, her struggles to stay balanced getting harder with every step.
She toppled over, letting out a scream of joy as her tits crushed an entire building beneath her, then spread outwards, shoving into the sides of the nearby cafe and quickly flattening it beneath her.
Jaimie noticed a news helicopter flying towards her, and sat up, smiling. "Ah, that'll let my fans see me!" She reached up and seized the helicopter out of the air, holding it close to her chest. "This is a good view, right?" she asked as she shoved it into her cleavage, the force of her gigantic breasts crushing the helicopter like a tin can between them.
She continued her growing rampage towards downtown, until her tits were slamming into skyscrapers on either side of the road she was walking down, and struck a pose as another couple of helicopters approached her.
"This is all for you, babes, enjoy the show!" she shouted, groping her boobs and shooting up in height so the helicopters were level with her rack. "Make sure you get my good side! Yeah, just keep filming me and I promise not to destroy any more."
With her new flying camera crew, she strode to a nearby city park, laying down in it and crushing dozens of trees beneath her. "Yeah, just keep watching me. Don't you dare look away," she growled with a vicious smile.
"Alright, Margaret, it's time for your goody two-shoes routine to come to an end, you bitch," Bailey hissed, waving some kind of toy gun.
Margaret raised her hands defensively, taking a step back. "I- I thought we were meeting up to study! Why are you mad at me?" she stammered.
"No more study sessions for you, you're becoming the campus slut," Bailey laughed, before squeezing the trigger. A pink beam of light shot towards her, but a pair of white, fluffy wings wrapped around Margaret, intercepting the light.
Suddenly, a woman in a white dress appeared next to Margaret, swaying a bit as she pulled on her arm. "Come, Margaret, we must flee from here," she said, and Bailey was too stunned by the woman's appearance to chase after them.
As Margaret followed the women with wings, the giant wings began to shrink until they were only a little longer than her elbow, fluttering ineffectively. She noticed then that the dress was starting to cling tighter to growing curves, until it outlined every inch of one of the fattest asses she'd ever seen.
The woman stumbled forwards, her wings fluttering in a vain attempt to arrest her fall, before she hit the grass, booty jiggling enticingly. "What kind of weapon was that? Corrupting my body like this?" she muttered as she sat up, struggling to adjust her dress to cover her boobs, now bigger than her head. She was failing in her struggle.
"Who... what..." Margaret stammered, before finally noticing the halo above the woman's head. "Are you... an angel?"
"Yes, I am Margola, your guardian angel. Though that strange weapon has altered my shape. Maybe I should take this dress off, since it doesn't fit any-"
"NO!" Margaret yelled, making Margola pause in the middle of grabbing her dress. "I mean... let's go back to my dorm and we can figure things out there. Please."
"Oh, of course. I forgot that sinful humans would be able to see me now." Margola climbed to her feet and following Margaret to her dormitory. Margaret let out a sigh of relief as she saw that very few people were out tonight, since she did not want anyone flirting with her guardian angel.
Once they entered Margaret's room, she turned towards Margola, hating herself for what she was about to ask. "Could you let me get your measurements? That way I could get clothes that fit you." She wondered if anyone actually made clothes that would fit her superhuman curves.
"Of course," she nodded, unabashedly taking off her dress, thankfully not noticing Margaret's inability to avoid staring at the giant boobs and ass being revealed in front of her.
Margaret managed to avoid the temptation of feeling her angel's curves as she got her measurement, swearing under her breath. "Alright, until those clothes arrive, you can wear this," she said, taking out an oversized sweater she slept in and cutting slits in for her wings.
Unfortunately, the sweater that reached Margaret's mid-thigh was lifted up by Margola's rack, barely covering any of her butt. Margola walked around Margaret's room as she booted up her computer and started looking for clothing store sites that stocked bras bigger than G-cups.
Eventually she heard the bed groan as Margola sat down on it, huffing with annoyance. "This new body is very annoying. It keeps... bouncing and jiggling. I almost knocked over a few things on your shelves while looking at them," she complained. "And I feel a weird... sensation here."
Margaret looked over and almost screamed as she saw Margola spread her legs, pointing at her pussy. "I- Um. Uh. What... kind of sensation?" she asked as she thought about Bailey's comment of making her the campus slut. Is her guardian angel... horny?
"It's like a craving, warm, and it feels wet down here. Do you know how to stop this?" Margola asked innocently.
Margaret's face was burning. She was not hearing this. After a minute, she slowly nodded. She was totally going to Super Hell or something for doing this, but she couldn't stop herself. "Y-yeah. I um. Can do that."
She climbed onto the bed, hating herself every step of the way, before she took the plunge, dipping a finger into Margola's pussy.
Her body shook from the sensation, letting out a squeal. "Ah!" Margaret froze for a few moments. "My apologies, I was unprepared. I believe this is helping, please continue," Margola said after the longest 10 seconds of Margaret's life.
So she pushed her finger finger in deeper, drawing a moan out of the angel. She felt around, and found the g-spot, pressing against it.
Margola let out an ear-piercing moan that made Margaret jump, pulling her finger out and watching the angel's body twitch as a stain grew between her legs on the sheets.
"I- I didn't think the sensation would be that intense," Margola said uncertainly, climbing off of the bed and looking a little embarrassed. "My apologies, I didn't mean to make a mess of your bed sheets. I can wash them."
"No, no, it's fine," Margaret insisted, glad it was over so fast, though she was impressed how quickly the angel had orgasmed. "I can wash them. Do you feel better now?"
"Yes, very, thank you so much," Margola nodded, and Margaret quickly ducked out of the room with the bed sheets, wiping her hand off on it as she hurried to the building's laundry room.
~
"So, you want me to sleep with you? Even though I ruined the bed sheets?" Margola asked as she watched Margaret climb into bed.
"Yes," Margaret nodded, not wanting to think about the fact that she wanted both implications of that phrase. "It'll be more comfortable for you than sleeping on the floor."
"I'm not sure if I will need sleep, but this body is more mortal-esque, so perhaps," Margola hummed in thought as she joined Margaret, the twin bed creaking and becoming very cramped as Margaret was pushed against the wall by Margola's curves.
Even though she was doomed to Hell for what she'd done, Margaret felt like she was in heaven, at least until Margola, who in spite of lack of practice could apparently fall asleep at the drop of a hat, nearly suffocated her by snuggling Margaret and burying her face between her giant tits.
After carefully freeing herself without waking the angel up, Margaret flipped herself on the bed and decided to use Margola's soft and squishy thighs as a pillow instead, figuring she had a smaller chance of dying in her sleep there.
~
Margaret was woken up suddenly from a sound that made her think of a stained glass window breaking, rubbing at her eyes as she looked around her room.
Then she heard sobbing from the floor, peering over the edge of the bed to see Margola crying, clutching... her halo.
The halo was now snapped in half and twisted, no longer faintly glowing. "No, no, I... I'm sorry please," she begged quietly, and Margaret climbed off of her bed and wrapped her arms around the angel.
Margola buried her face in the crook of Margaret's neck and hugged her tightly, like her life depended on it, death grip still on her broken halo.
"It's okay, it's okay, you're okay, you're safe," Margaret whispered to the sobbing angel, still half-asleep and not entirely sure what had happened.
As Margola blubbered unintelligibly, Margaret slowly became aware of the pressure of the angel's rack pressing against her growing stronger. Once she'd quieted down to whimpers, Margaret gently pushed her away, wiping her eyes and looking her up and down.
Now Margola's lips were thick and puffy, and her boobs had definitely grown much bigger, the oversized sweater now barely covering tits as big as the rest of her torso. "What have I done?" she whimpered, tiny black wings flapping behind her in distress.
"I... I don't know, what did you do?" Margaret asked, guiding the angel to sit on her bed, creaking under her weight.
"I was... I felt the weird sensation again, so I copied you, and it just felt so good, I... couldn't stop. So I just kept going and going until... that happened." Margola held out her broken halo. "I'm a fallen angel now. I've betrayed God for mortal sin."
This was way too much for Margaret, who had barely gotten used to the fact that her guardian angel was real, much less had fallen and become nothing more than a weird bimbo. "Here, let's... go out into the kitchen and have some ice cream. That'll make you feel better."
Margola followed her out of the room, curves catching on the door frame for a moment until she twisted to fit through. Margaret had her sit on two chairs side by side and her ass still spilled off of the edges a bit. But her mood did seem to improve as she dug into the carton she was given.
Then the other bedroom door in the apartment opened. "What the hell's going on, it's the middle of the- holy shit." Margaret's roommate stared at the supernaturally curvy bimbo at their table. "Mar, how did you-"
"Not the time, Cynthia," Margaret hissed, hurrying over to her. "She's a um... you know Bailey?"
Cynthia raised an eyebrow. "You mean that nerd who's obsessed with dumb sluts? What does she have to... is she her ex or something?"
"No, no, if only it was that simple. She tried... shooting me with some laser gun or whatever, but it hit her instead. But she's like, super sheltered so she doesn't understand anything about sex or whatever," Margaret said, scrambling for a plausible lie. She was not explaining she was a fallen guardian angel.
A sinister smile spread across Cynthia's face. "Super sheltered, huh?" she chuckled, before walking over to Margola, who was watching her with unease. "Hey, I'm Cynthia, what's your name?"
"Margola. Can I help you with something?" Margola set the carton of ice cream away, wiping at her face with the sleeve of the sweater.
"I'm pretty sure that's my sweater, can I have it back?" Cynthia asked, smiling deviously.
"Oh, it is? I'm sorry, here you go," Margola said, struggling for a few minutes to take it off, before her newly freed tits hit the table with a loud thud and making it wobble like it was going to collapse from the impact.
"Oh fuck," Cynthia swore, nearly drooling as she stared at the biggest boobs she'd ever seen in her life. "Can I... touch?" she asked, stepping in closer.
"I..." Margola frowned, unsure of what she meant. "I guess so, but why would-" she squealed as Cynthia lunged for her, squeezing her tits with wild abandon as Margaret stared in horror.
Then Margola started to moan, twisting towards Cynthia and knocking over the table and the two of them as she fell on top of her, trapping her underneath her vast rack. The moans got louder as Cynthia started to suck at the angel's nipples, and Margaret was entranced by the waving ass that struggled to fit through doorways, unable to stop herself from moving in and burying her hand in her pussy. The other squeezed her ass as the angel, now pleasured from both sides, shook with pleasure and orgasmed over and over.
~
Margaret walked down the dorm hallway on her way to class, pausing as she saw a package waiting for her. Then she remembered the clothes she'd ordered, grabbing them and hurrying back into their unit.
"Hey, Margola, I ordered these clothes before... your growth spurt, would you mind seeing if any of them still fit?" she asked.
Margaret's bed groaned in relief as the fallen angel rolled off of it, her entire body bouncing uncontrollably. "Sure! I'd love to be able to go outside."
She tried the bra first, but it didn't even wrap around just her rack, much less go all the way around to her back. The waistband of the panties snapped as she tried to stretch it over her giant ass. Not even the baggiest sweatpants she'd ordered were able to overcome her booty, and she didn't even bother trying on any of the tops after giving them a quick glance.
Margola pouted. "Well, I guess I have to make my own clothes then," she sighed, snapping her fingers.
In a flash of light, she was wearing a pink sling swimsuit that did not hide anything, the straps so tight that they could be played like a guitar. "Let's go to the beach!" she said with excitement, her nipples nearly slipping out from underneath as she bounced around the dormitory.
"I- um. I have class, sorry," Margaret managed to stammer after staring for a solid minute. "If you can change into normal clothes, you can come with," she said, then thought for a moment and cursed herself out. She wanted Margola all to herself.
The fallen angel nodded with a sigh, and with another flash of light, she'd changed into a frilly top that showed off more boob in the gaps on the side than most women had in their entire racks, as well as a pair of leggings that were so tight that it would be impossible to put them on normally.
Margaret and Margola left the building to head across campus, turning heads the entire way there. A few guys tried to stop and talk to her, but Margaret was going to be late for class so she just grabbed Margola's arm and dragged her into the building.
It was worse inside, with the crowds of people constantly bumping into them. Margola sounded like she was trying not to moan every time someone brushed against her, until she noticed a huge line for the bathroom. "What's in there?" she asked.
"It's the bathroom, that's all. Why, do you need to use it?"
"No, I just want to see what's inside it," she said, suddenly splitting off and heading into the boy's bathroom. Margaret stared after her in shock, before swearing under her breath. She was going to be late for class, she didn't have time to deal with this shit. She rushed to her classroom.
~
After class, Margaret headed to the cafeteria, wondering where the hell Margola was. And right as she thought that, two giant tits were pressed against her back, arms wrapping around her waist from behind. "Hiii, sorry for splitting off like that, I won't do that again." One of her hands trailed down to the belt of Margaret's skinny jeans.
"How many guys did you fuck?" she asked, pushing Margola off and looking at her. Then she noticed that she'd changed from the vacuum-sealed leggings to a pink miniskirt that definitely did not cover her entire ass.
"I um... couldn't see most of them, so I don't actually know," Margola squinted a little as she tried to think about her new body count.
"Actually, I don't care, I kinda just want to go back to the dorm, let's go."
"Wha- don't you have other classes?"
"Don't care anymore. C'mon, I want to fuck you." She grabbed Margola and dragged her behind her.
"Oh! Okay, let's do that then."
At her free hand grabbing at her, Margaret squirmed a little. "At the dormitory, not out in the middle of the hallway!"
Helen wandered through the mall, pausing as she noticed a new burger place had opened up. Her eyes widened as a group of women with huge tits walked out, talking and laughing with each other.
She decided to check it out, and she felt a little nervous as she noticed every woman in here other than her had boobs at least the size of her head. She resisted the urge to pat her own average sized breasts as she went up to the counter
"What can I get for you?" the cashier asked, and Helen looked up at the menu. She was stunned to see only a few food items. Fries, cheese curds, drinks, and then burgers simply labeled 'Single', 'Double', or 'Triple'.
"I'll have the uh... Double burger, please."
After a few minutes, she was given the burger and sat down at one of the tables, digging into it. It was delicious, but as she ate, she wondered if her shirt had always felt so tight.
Once she finished wolfing down the burger, a wave of dizziness hit her, and she looked down at her almost head-sized boobs in a white T-shirt that clung to her chest, but fit well.
She glanced around the burger place, wondering why she'd felt so intimidated by the women eating here. She was only a little bit smaller than them in the rack department.
Helen's stomach growled, and she figured she could eat another burger. She got up, nearly knocking over her drink with her boobs. "Oops, I'm so clumsy," she chuckled as she walked up to the counter. "Could I have a... Triple, please?"
The cashier glanced at her boobs for a moment. "Are you sure, ma'am?" When Helen nodded, he shrugged. "Sure thing. It'll be right up."
When she got the much larger burger, she sat down and started eating it. A few bites in, her shirt felt even tighter, then she heard ripping noises from it. But she felt like she physically couldn't look down, as if the burger had her in a trance.
A much larger wave of dizziness hit her, and she nearly fell out of her chair. Helen shook her head, glancing down.
Tits much bigger than her head greeted her, barely covered by her black tank top. Oh yeah, she'd worn that to show them off, right? Especially on such a hot day.
Helen stood up, wondering once again why she'd felt so intimidated by all the women here, when she had bigger boobs than most of them. "Oh well," she muttered with a shrug, before walking out of the burger place. "Now to finish my shopping."
Ruiness groaned as the TV cut from her favorite show for a commercial about the newest superhero team, Galaxy Girls. She stared enviously at their curves, making her own nearly head-sized tits and fat ass look small in comparison.
"Every new superheroine seems to get thicker and thicker, I remember when I was one of the curviest girls in this city." Black energy flickered around her hands, destroying the remote she'd picked up. "Shit. There's gotta be a way to get back on top, right?"
She climbed off of her couch, changed into her supervillain outfit, reminiscent of a dominatrix, before opening the window and flying up to the roof.
Ruiness reached for the sky and let out a roar of anger, black energy wrapping around her hands and crackled. The blackness spread up her arms, before focusing into a rough, constantly shifting sphere in front of her. "I wonder... what if I..." she muttered, before shoving the black energy she'd created into her boobs.
It sank in, a surge of energy rushing through Ruiness' body. She let out a whoop of joy as she felt her boobs swell to the size of her head, her costume magically still fitting to her. "Now I can show those stupid girls what a real woman looks like," she smiled, floating up from the roof and flying towards her arch-nemesis' base.
As she enjoyed the screams of terror as the people on the street recognized her, she didn't notice her body continuing to grow, stretching taller each moment. By the time she crashed through the window, she was nearly 8 feet tall, her rack nearly as big as her torso.
Her nemesis, Bumblebee, rushed into the room, gasping as she saw Ruiness' new size and assets. "How the hell- did you somehow get a new power set?" She asked, eyes lingering on Ruiness' ass, which was bigger than even Bumblebee's armrest destroyer of a booty.
"No, I can just do this. I just felt like the new heroines could see what a real woman looks like." With a snap of fingers that crackled with black lightning, she shot up another foot in height. "I figured I'd crush you before I trash those dumb Galaxy Bimbos, since you're my nemesis and all."
Bumblebee lunged at Ruiness, in a few short moments doubling in size to be slightly taller than her. "I hate having to grow with my power," she growled as she tackled Ruiness.
They went through the window, each trying to outgrow the other as they twisted and grappled each other, until the ground grew near, and they pushed off of each other, Bumblebee's wings beating rapidly to slow her descent, while Ruiness merely hovered a few feet off the ground.
The two women towered over the panicking civilians on the street around them, nearly 20 feet tall now. Ruiness could barely see them past boobs bigger than most people, so it was easy for her to ignore them as a few stopped to stare up at the almost car-sized butts that were barely covered by their costumes.
Ruiness raised a hand, a blast of black energy shooting out of her hand. She blinked in surprise as the energy dissipated just a few feet out, not even tickling Bumblebee.
"Aha! All your power must be focused on growing!" Bumblebee exclaimed, dashing in with a fist ready as she shot up another half a dozen feet. The blow caught Ruiness in the stomach, sending her flying backwards, a car crumpling beneath her as she hit the ground.
"Not yet, it isn't, but I'll fix that," Ruiness growled as she grabbed her tits with hands crackling with black lightning. Her body swelled bigger and bigger, ass completely covering the car she'd landed on. Then she stood up, 30 feet tall with dark energy pulsing out of her body. The asphalt beneath her feet started to crumble from her destructive powers.
Then she soared upwards into the sky, Bumblebee quickly following behind her. "You won't win this!" She shouted.
"Yeah!" she heard a trio of voices behind her, turning to see the Galaxy Girls flying in, sparks flying off of their hands and feet. She felt a little jealous as she saw their giant boobs, only a little smaller proportionally than Ruiness' torso-sized rack, barely contained in skin tight crop tops.
Ruiness laughed as the girls shot sparkles and lasers at her body. "That tickles, little girls!" She exclaimed, before flying over and shooting up to 50 feet tall, slamming into the three Galaxy Girls. They let out cries of pain as they bounced off of her car-sized tits, writhing from the black lightning arcing through them as they started to fall to the ground.
Bumblebee swore as she dove down to catch them, barely able to slow her momentum to avoid crashing into the street. She bent down to set the Galaxy Girls down, before one of them put a hand on her, sending a surge of bright energy through her.
"C'mon, girls, Bumblebee's the only one who can stop her," their leader groaned, and the other two followed her lead.
Bumblebee's leotard started to tear as her breasts jumped up from barely there to rivaling Ruiness' rack. "I- thank you for entrusting me with your powers," she gasped, before shooting up into the sky, a trail of sparkles floating around her.
She grew faster than ever, quickly growing larger than Ruiness in every way, slamming into her. The two flying giantesses crashed into the side of a skyscraper, going straight through it and then plummeting on the other side.
The ground shook as the two rapidly growing giantesses slammed into the ground, several cars flattened beneath Ruiness as she hit the ground first.
"You- you can't stop me, I'm perfection! I am the ideal wom-" Ruiness was interrupted by Bumblebee socking her in the jaw, knocking her out. She stood over the giant villainess, gasping for breath, enthralled by how much her chest rose with each inhale.
"I'm definitely masturbating when I get home, if these stay," Bumblebee murmured, resisting the urge to grope herself as she stood at 7 stories tall, barely able to fit in the street.
Cheyenne crawled through the ventilation shaft, hoping no one had noticed the couple of seconds she'd had a single camera shut down. She muttered under her breath as her hips and ass bumped against the sides of the vents with every movement. "I gotta make sure to lose some weight. Can't party afterwards."
~
"We've located the intruder," a security guard said, pointing at a highlighted section of the vents in a map of the building's layout. "What should we do? Sound an alert?"
"No, no," another one said. "There's an investors meeting going on right now, we don't want to scare them. How about... the Pink Protocol?"
The first guard gave the other one a look. "You're just hoping the intruder gets kicked out of the system by us."
The second one shrugged. "Well, it'll be win-win either way." He reached over his coworker's shoulder and hit the button. "Too late now!"
~
Cheyenne wondered why the temperature in the vents seemed to be rising, wiping sweat from her forehead as she continued to squeeze her way through the vents. She must have entered a smaller section of the vents without noticing, as her ass was now dragging on the shaft walls and ceiling instead of just bumping into it.
Suddenly the bottom of the vent folded open like a door, and Cheyenne let out a scream as she fell, hitting the floor with a groan.
"Hell yeah, look at her. She must've had a fat ass even before we activated the Pink Protocol," she heard someone say, and she looked up, dazed, at the two security guards.
Then she got distracted by a weird noise, looking down to see her top's zipper was slowly creeping down, her boobs visibly swelling. "What- what the fuck is this!?" she exclaimed, stumbling her way upright, feeling a weird foggy sensation enter her brain.
"Confidential patent, babe, we can't tell you unless you're an employee," one of the guards chuckled. "But don't worry, that'll be fixed soon."
"What do you... mean?" Cheyenne asked, finding herself fully unzipping her top to free her giant boobs, letting a sigh of relief out as they bounced freely. She noticed a few strands of blonde hair in her peripheral vision, and shifted her braid. "Why am I blonde now?" For some reason, she couldn't find it in herself to panic anymore, even though she'd been caught.
"Oh hell yeah! We don't even have to ask this one," one of the guards smiled, pulling down his pants. "Now why don't you be a good girl and suck this?"
Cheyenne instinctively licked her lips, almost drooling at the appearance of the dick. She eagerly bent down, wrapping her plump lips around the shaft.
She heard a shout, and suppressed a moan as a hand smacked her fat ass, causing it to jiggle wildly. "Oh yeah, this is a good view, don't mind if I join in!" the second guard said, before he slipped his dick into her soaking wet pussy. Another moan worked its way out of Cheyenne's mouth as she sucked on the dick in her mouth.
The spitroasting was interrupted by a group of guards opening the door, the two guards freezing for a moment before pulling out, leaving Cheyenne whining on the floor. "All right, blindfold her and get her to conditioning."
"Ooh, what's happening?" Cheyenne giggled as a cloth was wrapped around her eyes, squealing as a few hands groped her as she was led down a hallway into an elevator, pressing against one of the guards escorting her and running her hands over his body.
"Please, ma'am," the guard pleaded, gently pushing her away, and with a pout, Cheyenne was led out of the elevator, giggling again as she felt clothes put on her.
Then the blindfold was taken off and she was strapped into a chair. "Oh, boys, are we about to have some fun?" she asked as she wriggled against her bonds.
"Depends on your definition of fun. Enjoy the movie," the last guard said as they turned on a projector and left the room.
~
A man entered a lobby, walking up to the bimbo at the front desk. "Hello... Cheyenne? I'm here for a job interview." He struggled to keep his eyes focused on her face instead of her head-sized tits that where threatening to burst out of her blouse.
Cheyenne smiled. "Oh, you must be Ford, let me show you the way," she said, getting up from the desk and walking down the hall, showing off an ass even larger than her rack, every inch showing through her tight skirt.
Ford smiled, following behind her. He hoped he'd pass the interview, this seemed like a great place to work.
Bianca let out an "Ooh," as she looked over the produce section, picking up a piece of fruit. "These are some nice peaches."
"Oh yeah, those sure are," a man nearby agreed, though when Bianca glanced at him, she saw he was looking at her ass.
She smirked at him, giving him her phone number and promising to meet up with him for a 'workout'.
~
Bianca's good mood lasted all of ten seconds once she got back to her apartment, ruined by seeing her roommate. Bianca's body was toned and sexy, the result of hard work and dieting, her fat ass a source of jealousy and stares at the gym.
Medha, her slob of a roommate who just ate whatever she wanted and laid around the house all day, was even skinnier, all her weight somehow going directly to her boobs and booty, making Bianca look flat in comparison.
"Sorry, I put on some of your clothes so I could do laundry, but you're too small, sooo..." Medha said sheepishly as she climbed off of the couch, turning slightly to show how Bianca's leggings had torn open at the back, letting all of Medha's ass hang out.
"You... fucking idiot!" Bianca swore. "How the fuck do you have that body!? I work so hard for this, but you just..."
Medha stared at her, before smiling. "You wanna see how?" she asked, moving into the kitchen and grabbing a cupcake off of the counter. She took a bite out of it, and swallowed.
A few seconds later, her tits grew several cup sizes, her bra exploding off. As Bianca stared, stunned, she took another bite, and her ass grew so big it would struggle to fit through most doorways.
"Total. Body. Control. I can do whatever the hell I want, and it doesn't matter!" she chirped happily, moving in and pulling Bianca close. Another bite, and she surged to the height of the ceiling, her roommate getting a face full of boobs twice the size of her head.
"Wh-what the fuck-" Bianca stammered, but then she was pinned down by Medha, who finished off the cupcake and laughed as Bianca groaned in pain from the weight on top of her doubling, Medha's belly becoming a bit chubby as the rest of her swelled over a foot in every direction.
Bianca struggled to breathe, when suddenly the weight on top of her disappeared, and she looked to see Medha, back to her normal, pornstar-esque curves, giving her a shit-eating grin. She held out a hand to help her off of the floor. "Now, could you please grab my laundry from the dryer downstairs? I can't exactly go down naked like this," she laughed.
"I- ye- yeah," Bianca murmured, too stunned to argue as she obediently went to go grab her roommate's clothes, wondering what she did to deserve this treatment.
You flinched as your girlfriend shouted your name, looking away from another girl's ass.
Luciana glared at you from the pool, her head-sized tits jiggling as she crossed her arms. "Really? Am I not big enough for you?" she asked as she climbed out of the pool and stomped towards you. It was hard to focus on her anger when her boobs were bouncing so much.
"S-sorry, I... it was just a glance," you tried to defend yourself while apologizing.
Luciana sighed. "And I thought having these would stop you from looking at another woman." She glared at the girl you'd looked at while she hefted her rack. Then she spun around, her ass clapping. You looked down and gasped as you saw it'd somehow grown from being normal sized to being even bigger than her boobs.
"H-how!?" you stammered as you looked up at your girlfriend's face, seeing her chewing on a nail with furrowed brows.
"No, no, what if there's still a girl curvier than me? I gotta get bigger..." she muttered, and her bikini snapped off as her tits and butt suddenly doubled in size. She turned her gaze back to you, feeling like a spear in your gut. "Do you like tall girls?"
"I- uh-" you stammered, not able to think with those giant tits right in front of you. "Y-yes? I guess?"
"Okay, so I gotta be the tallest too." You gasped as she shot up 2 feet in height, her giant boobs right at face level. You couldn't help yourself, burying your face between them.
"Oh, don't worry, I'll make sure you never look at anyone else," Luciana chuckled, reaching down and giving your ass a squeeze, before all of a sudden her belly button was at eye level, tits bouncing right above your head. Then it was her knee.
"H-holy shit," you muttered, looking up at your towering girlfriend, blocking out the sun for most of the pool. People started screaming and running around, but you could only stare as she kept growing bigger and bigger.
"Yes, yes, just look at me, babe," Luciana said, bending down so you could see her smiling face past her car-sized rack. Then she reached down and picked you up, tucking you into her cleavage. "Nothing else matters, just you and me, right?" she asked with a giggle. You heard a loud crunch, starting to try and look over before a hand bigger than your entire body blocked your view.
"No, I said just look at me. Don't pay any attention to the tiny people and their tiny, fragile world. Because I love you, and that's all that matters."
What else could you do but look at her face, trying not to flinch or look around as you heard what must have been cars and buildings being crushed underneath your girlfriend's feet.
Eventually you stopped hearing it, and Luciana lay down in a forest, taking up a full mile of it. You had no idea how she could even see you as she gently pulled you out of her cleavage with a smile. "There we go! Now it's just you and me, so we can just love each other!"
"Y-yeah babe, I love you," you stammered, trying not to shake with fear. Then her building-sized lips descended upon you, nearly crushing you in spite of her gentleness.
"I love you too," she hummed, the force of which shook your body. "We're gonna have so much fun!"
