I want to grow really big - height, breasts, hips, thighs, ass- but part of me remains worried about how inconvenient all that would be for regular daily activities.
Surely it wouldn't get in the way all that much, right?
No, no, not at all! Actually, growing fabulously tall with torso-covering titties and a pair of hips that more than double the width of your shoulders would have little impact at all! In fact, in terms of your daily activities, going bigger may actually enhance them!
By "daily activities", you meant staying at home and sitting in front of your computer while you groped and rubbed yourself to the sound of lewd moaning from the porn on the screen while your brain leaked out between your thighs, right?
Because, wanting a body like that, I really can't imagine that you'd be fit for much else!
As long as you don't try anything silly like going through doorways or sliding panties over your thick thighs and wide hips or sitting in any singular seat made for a normal human being—whether that's a car seat or an airplane seat or a stool at a bar—you can make your ass and hips as big as you want!
If you're not trying to do something crazy like seeing where you're going or wearing a bra that can fit into our standard 26-letter alphabet or going for a job without giving yourself a black eye from bouncing all over the place or be seen as anything other than walking, jiggling titporn, go ahead and give yourself the breasts of your dreams!
If you have no interest in doing things like standing all the way up in a room without hitting your head on a ceiling or being anything but obvious and conspicuous in public or just generally fitting in any kind of confined space, including clothing that you don't immediately burst out of, then let yourself grow bigger and taller to your heart's content!
At the end of the day, the inconveniences only come from actually trying to do things. Making yourself a towering giantess with tits to eclipse the sun and [insert ass/moon joke here] just limits what you can do without encountering inconveniences. Going about your day feeling like you fit in clothing, vehicles, and even entire rooms would be a hassle. Living your daily life without being revered and gawked at as a symbol of frighteningly intense femininity would be next to impossible.
Staying at home and 'enjoying' the bounty you've been given and indulging in the hedonistic pleasure that led you to making yourself so big in the first place? That, you can manage. You might need a bigger chair, though.
Just found your page, and I love it! I'd be interested in getting a few products. How are they used? And will you make one for those who want to be taller?
Glad to hear you're enjoying it! And as far as our products and how they work, it all boils down to exactly what you're using. We have medications and supplements, skin treatment, clothing and concessions. All we ask is to please follow the instructions on the label or there could be some... undesirable...growth effects. Meaning you might grow bigger, faster than you expected.
As far products to be taller, we do offer products like that! We have our Amazonian line of shoes to help you not just appear taller, but be taller, as long as you don't outgrow the shoes. We have our New Heights skin creams which can get you taller than our shoes would but definitely needs to be taken in moderation so you don't cause unwanted property damage. Just let us know what works for you!
Yang trying to steal some of Weiss' ass mass so she has a bit more to stretch her dresses out in the back when she hits the clubs but winds up taking some of the heiress' height instead..
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Yang rubbed her hands together and felt the grainy dust rubbing into her skin, melting together in her palms and caking against her hands like mud. She glanced at them, seeing the thin, glittery layer of grain on her palms and smiled.
Dust that could allow you to take another person’s mass. It sounded a little fantastical, but really, what dust didn’t? While Yang was a titty enjoyer first and foremost, and she definitely wasn’t lacking in the lower half, she had to admit that Neon had had a point when she’d called her ‘top heavy.’ She could use a little bit of balancing out.
And her favorite ice queen had just the thing to help her~
Yang opened the door to her team’s dorm and walked up behind Weiss, who was hunched over some sort of essay she was writing. Yang slowly, innocently made her way over to her teammate, hands behind her back, and leaned over to look at the papers as Weiss scribbled away.
“Watcha’ doin’?”
“Professor Port is having us do a 2,000 word essay on the history of Vacuo‘s wildlife,” Weiss groaned as she reached up to rub her eyes with her free hand.
Yang whistled. “Damn, that sucks,” she nodded as she moved her arms, wrapping them around the white-haired woman and placing her hands on her thighs, pressing down into the pillowy mass to make sure the dust stuck.
Weiss stopped, then raised her arms up and looked back at Yang. “What is on your hands?!” she squawked.
“Hmm?” Yang hummed and moved her hands, sliding them beneath Weiss’s supple ass cheeks and causing her to yelp as the grainy dust rubbed against them. “Whaddaya mean?” “You-!”
Weiss stood, but the damage was already done. At least, it should have been. Yang put her hands back behind her back and tried very, very hard not to smile as Weiss looked herself over and brushed at her legs, which jiggled as she did so.
“What was that?” she demanded. “What did you just do?”
“Nothing!” Yang snorted, giving away the obvious lie.
Weiss stomped over to her, heavy haunches wobbling beneath her uniform’s skirt as she got right up in Yang’s face, glowering at her. “Yang Xiao Long, I am not in the mood for one of your pranks. You are going to tell me what you- w-what- what you…”
Weiss’s voice wavered at the exact moment that Yang felt a warmth spread all throughout her lower body. Ohh this was going to be good~
…Except it didn’t stop. It just kept rising through her stomach, her chest, her arms, leaving her face feeling flush. She panted and nearly lost her balance as the heat seemed to push out at her from beneath her skin like it was trying to escape. Yang’s heart raced. Had she done something wrong?
Yang felt like she was going to burst, but the feeling subsided and pleasure wracked her body as she felt herself grow in pulses. She stumbled and nearly fell as her center of gravity shifted. Her clothes stretched all across her body, seams tearing and buttons popping off as her uniform failed to contain her growing frame.
Then, as suddenly as it had started, it stopped.
Yang panted heavily and her eyes darted around the room. Her whole body was tingling. Everything seemed just slightly off in a way that took her a moment to figure out in her hazy mind.
Everything seemed smaller.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME?!”
Yang was so busy looking around that she’d never even thought to look down. Over her chest—which had popped her top open and was now hanging out in her undersized bra—Weiss was standing in front of her, looking much shorter than she had a minute ago.
Weiss had only been a few inches shorter than Yang before, but now there was nearly two feet of distance between the tops of their heads, with the rich girl not even scraping the bottom of Yang’s chest. Where the blonde was practically bursting out of her seams, her teammate’s uniform was slack and loose all around her body, like she’d bought the wrong sized clothes.
Her butt hadn’t gotten any smaller. At least, not relative to the rest of her. Yang had shrunk her all over. And her reward felt good.
She felt so strong! She lifted her arms and found that she could easily palm the dorm room’s ceiling, with plenty of room to spare! Hell, turning her head upwards, she wasn’t even that far from it. If she grew like that again, she could probably…
Yang turned her head back down and stared at her teammate hungrily. “Oh Weissyyyy~” Yang called out in a singsongy voice as she took a slow step forwards, the floorboards creaking ominously where her heavy foot landed. Weiss couldn’t help but jump a little as her now amazonian friend got up close, squatting slightly, like she was talking to a child.
“All I wanted was a chunk of that big old Weissberg you’re lugging around,” Yang said almost drunkenly. Her face was flushed red. “If you wanted to give me everything, you could’ve just said so~”
Weiss went pale. “I-I-“ Yang scooped her up in her hands before she could say anything, cupping the back of her head with one meaty hand and mashing the heiress’s face deep into her canyon of cleavage, muffling her protests as she cooed.
The blonde roughly gripped Weiss’s still-exposed buttcheek with her free hand (even when shrunk, it was far too big for any skirt), rubbing even more of the coarse dust into it as she enjoyed the feeling of its softness.
“Mmmmmph~” Yang moaned loudly through her pursed lips as that familiar heat reignited inside her, filling her, feeling like she was too big for her skin and was going to burst right out of it. But instead of tearing, her skin stretched as she felt herself expand again as her uniform was shredded by her rapid ascension.
She could feel Weiss’s body getting tinier against hers as she grasped her tightly. The little huntress’s struggles grew weaker and weaker as time passed, but not due to any lack of effort on her part. The difference in size was just becoming too big. At this point, Yang’s destroyed outfit was putting up more of a fight than she was.
Weiss fell below the 3 foot mark as Yang felt her head bump against the dormitory ceiling. “Mmnnguh!” she grunted as she bent over slightly, relishing in the feeling of being so enormous as her nethers started to ache.
She pulled Weiss out from between her breasts—which, at this point, might’ve been able to hold her up without her hands—and looked at the adorable, slack-jawed, starstruck little doll of a woman. She was so stacked, but she was so little. And she was just getting smaller in Yang’s hands. How tall even was she now? 2 feet? Less? Small enough that her clothes had slipped right off of her. Small enough that she wouldn’t have made it up to Yang’s hips when she was her normal height. She was nearly double that now.
Overwhelmed by the sensation and her raging libido, Yang smushed Weiss’s face up against her own for a big, sloppy kiss. With how big of a difference there was between them in size, it was less like Yang was smooching her and more like she was sucking the white-haired girl’s lips into her mouth. The blonde’s saliva speckled her nose and dripped down her chin as she got smaller, and smaller, and smaller…
Until, finally, the burning feeling subsided again. The dust had seemingly hit its limit. Weiss dangled from between Yang’s hands a mere foot tall, starkly contrasted by the downright titanic brawler, who was over 10 feet tall now, needing to slouch to even fit inside the room.
“Awww, no more?” Yang puffed her lips out and pouted as she stared at her minuscule friend. “Oh well. Brothers, you’re so cute like this, I could just eat you up…”
Weiss’s pale complexion went even paler. “Please don’t,” she muttered meekly.
“Kidding! I’m kidding,” Yang insisted, carefully withdrawing one hand and holding it out apologetically.
Weiss exhaled. “Okay,” she murmured. “Okay. I- please, get me to Goodwitch. Or someone else on the staff? Someone who can help fix this.”
Yang clicked her tongue. “Do I have to? I like being this big,” she pressed her free hand against the ceiling again, confident that even a little bit of pressure would have been enough to make a hole in it and scare the shit out of whoever was in the room above them.
Yang thought for a second, then smirked a little as she turned her attention back to Weiss. “Besides, I don’t know if I can undo it…”
“You used dust, didn’t you?” Weiss inquired. “Then we can just recreate the mixture you had, and I can take my height back.”
Yang frowned. That wouldn’t be any fun. She wasn’t sure she could ever go back to normal height, knowing now what it felt like to be this huge.
Though, if they could recreate the mixture exactly, what was to stop her from doing this again? Leave the little rich girl be, and take height from some other poor schmuck?
Or a whole bunch of schmucks?
…A bar’s worth, maybe?
Yang's frown turned upside down. “Yeah, okay,” she agreed with feigned reluctance. “Let’s go find Goodwitch.”
My girlfriend promised she was done taking the experimental hormone supplements after her boobs broke a G cup bra in the middle of dinner from growing. But every morning I wake up to her another few inches taller, bustier, stronger, and when I bring it up she gets aggressive m last time it ended with me pinned to the bed
Your girlfriend really shouldn't have promised to stop, because there's no way that was ever going to happen. I mean, come on. In the middle of dinner, in a public place, she felt her body grow and expand until her G-cup bra, a bra that's already more than double what people would consider average, broke from the strain. She didn't just overflow it. She didn't just stretch it out. The bra fucking broke. Her growing curves were too much for it to handle and it gave up entirely. I can only imagine how her eyes must have fluttered, how she grabbed the edge of the table, how she clenched her thighs together to try and squeeze out as much pleasure as she could from the feeling of growth. When her eyes finally opened and she glanced around the room, all of the looks, lustful and jealous in equal measure, would have just stoked the flames inside her to even greater heights. To go through all that and then, afterwards, promise to never experience that kind of pleasure again? Did you really think that promise was going to hold?
What happened that night was a revelation to her, a feast for the senses with such richness and decadence that it permanently unlocked a part of her mind. For her to have to go back to her normal life would be unbearable. Being big is fine—good, even. But growing bigger? Feeling herself expand in every direction? Knowing that she's making a spectacle of herself and that no one can keep their eyes off of her growing body as it becomes a beacon of power and femininity? That's true pleasure, distilled into its purest form. She can't just give that up.
Your confrontations are only making it worse, too. Honestly, I don't think she really cares what you think about her growth. A goddess doesn't concern herself with the opinions of a flea. When you bring it up, however, it does give her a great excuse to push back on you. You said she pinned you to the bed, underneath her towering, curvaceous body? She doesn't want you to stop protesting her use of the hormones; all she wants to do is prove—to you, yes, but mostly to herself—that she's getting even stronger. Every time she pins you to the bed or backs you up against the wall, it gets easier. She's getting taller, bustier, stronger, but from her perspective, you're getting smaller, lighter, weaker. It won't be long before she'll be scooping you up and lifting you into the air, moaning at just how easy it is, reminding her how much stronger she's gotten.
You're not going to be able to get her to stop. That ship has sailed and disappeared over the horizon long ago. Doing nothing will give her license to keep going and fighting against her growth will simply remind her why she loves growing in the first place. Taking control will be more like a game to her than anything else, a game that gets easier with every added inch.
