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It was Halloween night as Allie walked through her apartment door, dressed as cute skeleton in a witches costume. She carried a large Scarlett red colored burlap sack filled to brim with various sweet treats, while her protruding stomach stuck out twelve inches in front of her petite body frame. Her hair long was dyed a bright pink color, a long with having toxic green colored highlights in her hair as well. Her Hazel colored eyes glowed with excitement, eager to sit down and eat her sweet treats from tonight’s gathering. It wasn’t everyday that she could go out and stuff herself without restraint, while having worried eyes looking at her with both confusion and fright. Halloween was Allies favorite holiday, besides thanksgiving or any other holiday that revolved around eating. When she got to her burgundy colored sofa, she sat down on it with a hard thud; feeling her swollen stomach jostle into the flesh of her thickening thighs. It growled with hunger, demanding the celebrating

It was another chilly October evening in Massachusetts covered by a pale sky which laid blank and cold. Eve was walking through town on her way home from her job at the school library. “I can’t believe that witch Agatha scheduled me to work Halloween night! That old bat should just retire, she’s like 100!” Eve complained on the phone to her friend, kicking leaves in frustration as she walked. “She seriously creeps me out sometimes, like she pops up out of nowhere and sometimes I hear her mumbling weird things to herself… and that mole!” Eve continued ranting until she got home. “Okay Melissa, I’m home now, I’ll call you later when I get through the jungle.” Eve joked. She wasn’t really happy to be home, being the youngest of three girls she was always being bossed around and picked on by somebody right the minute she got through the door, and today was no different. “There’s the little piggy! I thought I heard you thumping down the street!” Laughed Jill, the second oldest. Jill was a

Dear Diary, Hello, my name is Jenn! We have to start a diary for a class assignment, and I have never had a diary before! I feel like a girl from the old times. Except that would be with pencil and notepad! That sounds more authentic, but the assignment calls for being digital so we can show page counts. Plus, this way no one can read you, which is cool! Actually, since no one will read it, how is Mr. West going to know whether we did it? I could probably just write a bunch of nonsense and he’d never know! All work and no play make Jenn a dull girl! All work and no plaaaaay Speaking of playing, I’m going to go hang out with Haley! Dear Diary, I tried on a few dresses today. It's for a school thing, and I was thinking this one but it probably shows too much skin and the other girls would make fun of me. On a happier note, I had fun with Haley yesterday! I was house sitting for Grandma’s friends again and she came over. We stayed up late watching movies and eating snacks. I

Week 3 & 4 Before starting her transformation, Chihiro had made a plan of action. She knew that the process would be slow, and so wanted to make the most of it, and also make sure it would be sustainable. As much as she'd planned out how it should go, she'd known she had to go belly first, even if it made her look like a caricature, if something went wrong and she ended up with only 1 change, it had to be her belly for sure. Her legs had been next, since she'd need the support to hold up her blossoming body, from there it was more an order of preference, and Chihiro knew that she wanted to save one of the best until last. When she entered the office on her third week, the witch looked less surprised to see her, but still evidently taken aback by her size. It was far from the only wide eyed look she'd received though, wherever she went people looked at her with confusion and horror, as she waddled her way through the supermarket, not quite relegated to a mobility scooter just yet, but

Linda wanted to reach a box of chocolates on the top shelf. But she was too short. Linda was also afraid that her weak, clumsy, fat body won't let her to climb on a stool. Her tall, muscular and fit husband Matt came and witnessed this scene. "You need some help, love?" he asked "Yes please, I need to reach the chocolates, I wanted something sweet" Linda replied with a bit of whining in her voice Matt effortlessly took the box from the top shelf and offered: "Maybe I can make you some tea to drink with this?" Linda thought for a moment and replied: "That would be nice, thanks" And so Matt began making the tea. While Linda was sitting in the living room, she looked at her phone, browsing her social media accounts. She scrolled through her old photos - fit, athletic, very thin figure skater on the ice rink. Linda's transition from American's most perspective figure skater to fat and weak girl working from home as sports journalist was gradual and beautiful. Now she loves food and cozy

This Story is one of my favorites of all time and I always thought there could have been some more added to it near the end so I added some more content to this great classic story. Thank you Dr Enlarge for your great works Water Weight By DrEnlarge "Don't even scratch her or she might still explode" copyright 1996 Bernie Thigpen waited patiently at the elevation train depot. In his hand he cradled the one thing that could make him a rich man: a plastic vial of Dehydrated Water. Bernie, a lanky 28 year old, had been working overtime on his doctorate thesis when he'd stumbled upon a way to condense and package water. One miscroscopic granule of what Bernie laughingly called "hard water" would rehydrate into a whole cup of the liquid stuff. All it took was one drop of water to set the chemical chain reaction into motion. Behind him, a really cute girl emerged from the end of the escalator. Her reddish-brown hair swayed gently in the afternoon breeze. Bernie turned and saw her 5' 1" figure walking in his direction, a purple fuzzy angora sweater cut low and short black skirt draped nicely over her cherub-like figure. Their eyes met briefly and Bernie looked away first, a small smile crossing his lips. He couldn't wait to be rich and famous. Then he'd be able to get any women he wanted, even the one standing right behind him now. The train began pulling into the station. Bernie stole glances at the girl behind him. How he'd wished for a bit of a spine. He'd longed for the day when he could just whirl around and say "hi" to any woman that struck his fancy. But his was not that day and he had to be content with keeping his mind on his job of delivering his invention to the patent office. With a woosh the doors opened and Bernie began to board the train. Now the problem with being too eager sometimes is that you forget your surroundings. Bernie realized this as he saw a flood of people exiting the doorway as he headed in. When the business man stuck Bernie's shoulder, his first instinct was to protect the vial. However, since it was already airborne, all he could do was curse as he got sideswiped by another commutor with a stroller. When the flow of people stopped, he began searching the ground for his vial. He spotted it just as he heard the door chime sound off. They were going to close! Quickly he leaned down to get it and his head bumped into the black skirt of the lady that was behind him. She was hurriedly trying to get around Bernie and into the train. Embarrassed, he continued reaching for the vial when he noticed it had been opened. Almost half of the contents were missing! Frantically he snatched up the cork that had been on the top and, placing it back in the vial, bolted for the door. His left leg caught the door just as it was closing and the doors retracted automatically to allow him to enter. Bernie wasted little time in assessing the damage done by his little run-in with rush hour traffic. A good portion of the dust-like substance was gone. Bernie looked back at the spot on the concrete where the vial had landed. There was a bit of the dust there, but hardly enough to account for the amount he'd lost. As the train began slowly to pull away, he wondered what would happen when the custodial personnel tried to mop that dirt up. As best as he could figure, with that amount they'd have a fairly large mess to contend with. As Bernie stood there watching the spot move away, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Startled, he spun around, half expecting to see one of the many vagrants that ride the transit looking for spare change for booze. Instead, he was face to face with the woman he'd collided with just moments before. Her face was stunning. A perfect button nose, two big eyes with just the right amount of makeup and chipmunk-cheeks that made anyone want to pinch them. "Excuse me," she began, "but do you have a Kleenex?" "Um ... no ... wait ... maybe," Bernie stammered, trying desperately to think of a cloth-like substance he might have on him that might substitute for a Kleenex. His hands frantically patted down every pocket he had, taking immediate stock of their contents just from the touch. He realized he had nothing that would work. Raising his eyes to meet hers, he couldn't believe he was missing an opportunity like this. From this day forward he swore never to leave the apartment without a hundred Kleenex stashed on him. "No ... I'm sorry, Miss ... I don't seem to have one," Bernie replied in a sad tone. She nodded and then shyly began to wipe something from her cleavage with her sleeve. Within seconds, though, she stopped and a puzzled look washed over her face. Bernie couldn't help but let his eyes be drawn towards where she was looking. Her ivory-white smallish breasts were being hopefully pushed together and up by what seemed to Bernie to be a push-up bra. The girl's faint cleavage bore a hint of make-up which seemed to vanish as he watched. Almost on cue, Bernie and the girl looked up and knew what each had been doing. Bernie got so embarrassed that he turned his head and thocked it against the support bar next to where he was standing. The girl covered herself and looked to see if anyone else had been watching her, blushing heavily. As Bernie's brain began to break through his embarrassment, he realised something. The dusty powder on the girl's chest could have been the hard water material. His eyes grew wide as this thought crossed his mind. He'd never contemplated human interaction with the powder yet! Its size would indeed allow it to pass through the skin into the body, but he'd never worried about it at the lab due to the fact he was always well protected. His mind raced as he looked back at the girl, this time with a look of fear adorning his face. The girl wasn't looking at Bernie or anyone else this time. She seemed to be studying her chest again and with a look of concern. Just as Bernie looked down to see what she was staring at, a lady on the overly-crowded train pushed in between them with her girth and blocked his view. Bernie quickly began to bob his head around, trying to see anything more of the girl, but it was in vain. Around to the left of his position, he saw a 40-ish businessman turn his head slightly in the girl's position, stare for a moment with a small grin, then return back to his paper. To Bernie's right a grunge-looking youth was staring in what could be the direction of the girl's figure. As he studied the youth, he could tell that the lad was becoming less obvious about what he was staring at and then noticed that he tapped his girlfriend on her tattooed shoulder and pointed in the girl's direction. Bernie looked back towards the businessman. His eyes were looking back in the girl's direction, but this time his grin was replaced with a look of disbelief. Something was happening behind the glacier of a woman that had oozed between him and the girl. Frantically, Bernie looked for a path around Mount Womanhood, but bodies were jammed in pretty tight and there seemed no polite way around. The train jolted for a brief second, tossing the behemoth backwards a bit. A passage of space opened for a moment and Bernie's heart stopped cold. The girl was standing there, looking panicky, her arms wrapped around her chest. Even so, the train's jolt was still reverberating in her now D-Cupped bosom. Her chest was bigger! Her eyes met his briefly before the landmass of flesh shifted back into her original sight-blocking position. Bernie stood very still, trying to think about what was happening. The powder had obviously landed on that poor woman's chest and due to its nature had sunk in. The growth meant that it was reacting with the water in her body, but thinking about how much reaction there would be made Bernie nervous. He tried to calculate the amount of hard water still in the vial compared to the amount he'd seen on the landing at the stop, but he couldn't comprehend just how much that left unaccounted. He stopped trying to figure it out when he heard the businessman talk. "Are you OK, ma'am?" the older gentleman asked shakily. His eyes were fixed at below eye level, Bernie noticed. He heard a reply, but it was too quiet to pick out the words. From the tone, however, he could tell it was the girl and she was frightened. Big Bertha finally noticed something other than the candy bar she was munching on and turned her head to observe the commotion. Once she saw what was going on, she backed up in surprise, much to the dismay of the people she crushed behind her. Bernie saw the opening and this time instead of looking through it he maneuvered into the spot. He didn't have much room, though, for the girl had seen the same opening and had taken a step forward to give her new self more room. Bernie stopped himself just before he collided with the girl's DD chest. His jaw dropped as he saw her milky-white breasts straining against her purple sweater, pulling the V-neck further away from her body and showing six inches of cleavage. Her dainty hands again cupped themselves around her new growth, trying vainly to contain and stop their further expansion. Long red nails on both hands were hard pressed against the full sweater, but Bernie instantly saw that her jugs were plump and her hands sunk deep into them. "What's going on?" the girl said to no one in particular. By now, all within sight of the girl were looking at the spectacle. Slowly her breasts were filling up her sweater to the breaking point. Bernie saw through the sides of her v-neck that her bra straps were loose. She must have busted her bra moments before. No way an B-cup bra could've stood up to those mounds. Her eyes were wide open and her cute little mouth was slack as she stared at what everyone else was staring at. Bernie watched the outside of her right breast to gauge how fast she was growing. As he stared, he actually saw her boob inflate wider and fuller, stretching her V-neck still further apart and further down. The sides of her tits were now far enough out that they were growing out past her arms which she still had across her ever-enlarging chest. By now, the whole train was crowding in, trying to see the girl that was getting bigger boobs by the second. The girl, giving up the vain attempt to cover herself by crossing her arms, slid her arms apart. Bernie heard the sweater strain even over the sound of the train. Her fingernails slid over her super-tight sweater as she released her boobs slowly from her hold, but she stopped short of fully dropping her arms. Now, she was cupping each breast with the same-sided hand, pulling them towards her body and in turn, out further. She could almost rest her arms on the bulk of her sideways growth. Her head popped up and scanned each face quickly for signs of help from anyone. "Oh, my God!" one man said quietly. Her chest continued to balloon. Tears were beginning under her arms. When the first one began, everyone looked, including the girl, towards the sound. Her face grimaced a bit. The sweater really looked tight on her now. Her midriff was now showing as her sweater's bottom had begun to crawl up her body towards the underside of her volleyball- sized boobs. Her little hands looked so small compared to her massing melons and they were moving outwards more and more. The bottom of her breasts was above her navel until she showed signs of fatigue and began letting them drop. They sagged slightly, just hiding her belly button, but Bernie could tell that they were getting tighter. One woman beside Bernie fainted, but no one cared. "I need help! Someone help me!" the girl cried, her grip on the front of her growing gazongas getting looser due to her ever-tightening skin. The business man was almost drooling as his glazed-over eyes soaked in every new inch of her. The grunge boy began to reach out his had to touch her boob when his girlfriend knocked his hand back. Bernie shook his head and came to his senses. He was responsible for this problem, he'd have to find a way to solve it before ... before something bad happened. Bernie cleared his throat and tried to quiet the croud. Even with everyone trying to back away from the girl's body, there wasn't much room left for her to grow without touching someone. As the crowd quietened, you could hear the staggered sound of her shirt ripping bit by bit down the side. Her big eyes looked hopefully towards his, almost tearfilled. "I know what's happening here," Bernie said. Everyone looked his way. As he opened his mouth to continue, he paused. What was he going to say next? He had no idea how to help this ballooning body stop. All he could do was try to figure out how much hard water had she absorbed. "Ma'am," he said to the straining face of the girl. "That dust that fell on you. How much was there?" "Oh, God, my breasts feel so big!" she grunted, almost pulling at her sweater. "Uh ... I don't remember. It covered my chest when I first looked down, but then," she drifted off, trying to arch her back a bit. Her breasts were really growing now, every jostle that the train caused was amplified by her bulbous front. It would have been worse except her tight top was still - barely - containing her. Cleavage was squeezing out of the V-neck so much that it looked like someone was baking bread and the dough was rising. From her sides more and more tit flesh was breaking through. Wouldn't be long before her sweater ruptured. Bernie could see the beginnings of blue veins in her skin. "Something is rushing into my boobs! God, I can feel them blowing up! Mister, you gotta stop them! I'm getting huge!" "Umm ..." Bernie thought. That much hard water could spell trouble for this young woman if she was right. He needed to get the water out that was in there before she got too big and exploded. Since the hard water was probably reacting with her milk glands, Bernie decided that she needed to give milk. But he didn't know how fast someone would be able to suckle her chest, surely not fast enough to stop her growth. RIP! The girl's sweater gave up and split down both sides. The front went limp and rested against her chest. It did little to conceal her mammoth mounds, even when she grabbed the bottom part and tried to stretch it to cover her distended nipples. Her areolae were as wide as a plate now and they looked very taut. She looked comical trying to cover her beachball-sized breasts. They took up her entire torso, spreading down to below her belt and out past her elbows. She gave up trying to gather herself from the side and stretched her arms over the center of both breasts, just barely reaching her life-saver-sized nipples. "Ok...everyone...she's going to get much bigger if we don't figure out a way to milk her fast!" Bernie shouted. "Does anyone here have any idea how we can do that?" "How big am I going to get?" the girl shouted, leaning back against the door now. She was really having a hard time standing now. "I'm too big as it is! Just look at me! I can't get any bigger, mister. My skin is getting so tight!" she pleaded, looking like she'd welcome it if someone just stuck her with a pin. "Why don't we just pop them?" someone suggested, reading the girl's mind. Bernie considered it before someone spoke up. "No, you can't. That little hole in her skin would probably let loose a torrent of ... whatever's blowing her up. I'm a doctor and although I've never seen this before," the old man said, pointing at the girl's tits still blowing up bigger and bigger," we can't just poke a hole in her side." "I'm going to pop soon anyway, I can feel it!" the girl shouted, gripping her teats with her fingernails. "If someone doesn't do something soon, I'm going to pop myself! I can't take this pressure ... it keeps coming into me, making my boobs heavier and heavier!" The doctor made his way to the front of the semi-circle around the girl and instructed two people on each side of the girl to grab her arms and keep her nails away from her tits. She fought them at first, sensing this might be her last chance to stop her growth, and began to slap her chest, clawing with her nails after each downstroke. Her colossal chest bounced angrily, but didn't blow. As they secured her arms, she slid to the floor, her chest reaching out past the hem of her skirt and almost up to her chin. She looked helplessly out at the people around her, the tattered purple sweater up around her neck like a bib with her engorged mammaries flowing out from under it. The floor must have been cold, because as soon as her tits hit the ground, her nipples stood out a good inch more, looking rock hard. The doctor stood in awe, as did the rest of the people around the girl. Her eyes darted from one breast to the other as they grew rounder and fuller. "My boobs! Look at my boobs!" she said hysterically. "They're not stopping! I'm too full! God, they're so tight! Please ... do something before they blow!" Thinking, the doctor looked like he'd had an idea just as the girl screamed and writhed on the ground, almost breaking loose from the two men holding her arms away from her billowing breasts. "Ahhh! I can feel something blowing them up faster! What's happening?" she screamed, looking directly at Bernie. "You! Look at my tits, they're growing faster!" Bernie indeed looked and saw that they were stretching wider and further from her body more quickly now. He didn't have the heart to tell her that with more liquid in her glands, the more the hard water would unfold and fill her tits. "Never mind that. We need to make her climax, now!" the doctor said directly. People were trying to back away ever further now, forcing others on the train to stand on seats or get pressed against the walls. The girl's breasts were very blue veined now and her white skin was stretched so tight it almost looked shiny. People around her that couldn't move any further were having their feet covered by her ever-expanding hooters. The girl moved her legs apart a bit underneath her tits, but they were so heavy and had almost reached past her knees now that she couldn't make them move far. "OK!" shouted the doctor. "You, ma'am. You're in front of her. You've got to get down there and make her climax now or she'll explode!" the doctor said, pointing at a model wanna-be teen. The model looked shocked and shook her head, but already people around her were pushing her down towards the girl's cleavage. "I'm not doing this!" the model shouted, her head almost bouncing into the girl's distended cleavage. "I'm not a lesbian!" "You don't have to be, just get her to cum! You're the only one who has a chance of reaching her ... use your hand!" Bernie touted in, looking on as he saw the model lie flat on her stomach. She shook her head again, but then began moving her right hand underneath the girl's cleavage. "Everyone who can, gently move back so we can seperate her cleavage a bit and let that girl reach her clit!" the doctor ordered. The crowd didn't move, they had nowhere to go. "OK, then, pull her breasts apart GENTLY, everyone who can," he commanded. Everyone that could reach into the center of weather balloon-sized bust began to slowly tug on the tight yet watery mass of boob flesh. "Stop ... you're going to make me pop! Oh, God, I'm growing more and more each time I breathe! I'm covering my feet almost! She's never going to reach me!" the girl panted. Bernie now could feel her tits against his legs and groin. They grew and grew, pressing into him tighter and tighter as they continued to wedge into the crowd around her. His cock was right above her huge nipple and he moved his legs apart so it could go right under his nuts. Her head disappeared as her massive boobs grew up against her human bra. The people holding her arms still continued to do so, but Bernie could only see that they were holding something and not her arms anymore. It wouldn't be long before her tits completely covered her head, and she knew it. "My God, look at my breasts! They're getting hard! I'm going to explode, I just know it! God, the skin near me has stopped stretching! I can feel my skin stretching faster around my nipples! Oh Jesus, this is what balloons do just before they pop! I'm getting ready to blow up! God, my tits are getting enormous!" she yelled. People began to panic. They were speeding towards the next stop with a girl about to explode on an electric train. No telling what that was going to do to the train itself. Bernie could feel that the girl was right, her nipple was pushing into him faster and faster, trying to lift him up. "Look out, she's going to blow!" someone yelled from the crowd. A small scream was let out, probably from the girl, Bernie thought. There seemed no hope for the poor blimp-chested girl. The model was dragged out from underneath the girl's boobs, her face red from the pressure. "Here, use this!" a voice said from behind Bernie. A mop was handed to him overhead. He quickly handed the tool to the model, who dropped again to the floor, just out of range of the girl's massing mountains. She began quickly working the mop down between her cleavage. "God, I'm growing faster! I'm blowing up like a water balloon!" the girl cried. She suddenly began gasping. "I think I found it!" the model cried, her head being slowly pushed back by the girl's quickening growth. Bernie saw the mass of mammaries before him start to shake. She was either responding to the mop handle or was about to burst. "Oh God, that hurts!" the girl cried, but she continued to groan. "God, I can feel it building inside me! I'm going to pop!" No one knew whether she was referring to her chest or the orgasm, but everyone held their breath. The model let out a grunt as she thrust the mop hard into the Boobs from Hell. A shrill scream came from the girl's direction. Bernie looked across her girl's impossibly large breasts, now eye-level to him. He could see the mass of her boobs quake and shiver. Everyone closed their eyes, thinking she was going to burst. But just then Bernie felt the log-like nipple still between his legs kick and jump. Yells of shock came from all around behind him. He felt something rushing through the skin of her nipple. She'd climaxed! "Don't be alarmed, she's just cycling the liquid out!" the doctor yelled. "Her nipples should be able to handle the strain of the outburst of liquid." Everyone sighed in relief, except for those getting soaked. Bernie smiled as the motion underneath his member continued. "So this is what the spin cycle feels like?" he murmured to himself. He felt water rush around his feet. This train was going to get wet, fast. "Someone hit the emergency lever and kill the power to the train!" a voice in the back yelled. There was a tinkle of glass and everyone felt the train slow. Bernie felt the huge breast infront of him as it slowly deflated. The girl was still moaning and shrieking: apparently she was still climaxing with all this activity going on in her body. Bernie felt the nipple recede and he relaxed his leg-grip on her teat. It flipped up past his groin and pounded his chest with a torrent of milk. He tried to hold his hands up against the stream, but that just diverted the spray into everyone else. He was going to get soaked, regardless. Over the loud spray, he heard the girl still belting out orgasmic shrieks. Then ... "Ohgod ohgod ohGod OhGOD!" the girl cried. "It's not stopping! I'm...uuhhhhh.." she cried between ecstasy-filled groans. "I still feel....*gasp*...feel it blowing ....uhhhh...blowing my tits up!" Bernie noticed right away that her huge nipple and shiny areola, distorted so much that it was the size of a trash can lid and barely noticeable, was indeed not receding anymore. The milk still rushed from her bottle-sized nipples, but the hard water inside her system must still be unfolding converting to milk, and at an increased rate. She was still growing. "UHHH...I'm coming....Ohhh..I'm coming too much," she strained. "I'm going to pass out! God, uhhhhh ... why am I not bursting?!?" The girl's boobs swelled dangerously bigger. They had again reached the point at which they had previously stopped growing, and passed it. Bernie could almost see the point the girl had made about her breast flesh. Near the top, he could see her boobs stop growing upwards at a staggering rate, and start growing forward. In mere moments the leading edge of that growth would reach her areola, then her nipples. He felt her cool, slick skin press against his arms and her fountaining nipple buried itself in his chest. "Oh, God, I'm clogging her nipple!" a man said from Bernie's left. Just then, Bernie's milk-flow stopped as her nipple bent up against his chest and grew up towards his chin. "Mine too!" Bernie yelled. "Someone behind me move!" But no one could. With a cataclysmic yell, the girl screamed and her breasts heaved forward, no longer being drained by her nipples. Bernie watched in horror as the odd growth pattern on her breast grew directly towards her areola. As soon as it reached it, it began puffing it outward rapidly. "OH GOD! MY TITS!" the girl bellowed. "THEY'RE EXPLODING!" Bernie felt her nipple thrust into his chest more and more, getting harder every second. Her areola swelled so fast it struck him in the head like a punch. He could hear her skin squeak as it filled to the breaking point. "SOMEONE HELP!" the girl moaned. "I WANT TO POP! THEY'RE GROWING OVER MY HEAD! OH ... OH..OH.OH!" she screamed and Bernie could hear someone slapping on them as the sound carried inside her liquid filled tits. She completely filled this end of the train, her breasts mashed against the ceiling. Bernie suddenly felt the nipple try to straighten out. The growth had reached the nipple. She could grow no more. "I'M GOING TO BURST!!!" she yelled, slightly muffled by her skin, Bernie figured. He closed his eyes, not knowing what to expect next. Then, all at once, the pressure that had been crushing him stopped. He felt her nipple quiver against his body and under his chin, but no more growth happened. Meanwhile the other nipple slipped by the other passengers the growing breast clearing a path pressing one passenger after the other against the walls.  A thick busty passenger was trying to make her way through the crowd away from the growing breast as it was gaining steam not far behind as it found its new found freedom.  The busty passenger reached the back of the train car frantically trying to open the door, but it would not open because the power was off on the train.  She was in such a panic she failed to see the emergency release lever so she grabbed a fire extinguisher and attempted to brake out the small window on the door.  The glass was shatter resistant but with enough hits the whole window was knocked free from the seals.  The window was fairly small and at chest level.  She started to attempt to climb out the window,  she was barely able to squeeze her large bosom through the opening but there was one more obstacle.  Not only was the woman blessed up top, she also was sporting some beautifully wide hips which prevented the rest of her body out of the train.  As the breast was surging toward the woman,  the nipple seemed to be on a mission.  The throbbing rod was approaching its destination,  there was a tunnel under a plaid miniskirt that the nipple was pointing right at.  As the woman struggled she felt a pressure on her nether regions, harder and harder until...there was a scream from the trapped woman, the thick long rod that protracted just entered the stuck woman.  She couldn't believe what just happened but she also was oddly turned on the warm pulsating member throbbed as the breast ran out of room to grow. The penetrated woman felt another odd sensation, it felt like her snatch was rhythmically contracting, but the opposite of that was actually the truth. With each throb the nipple was growing and growing, stretching and widening. Suddenly there was a tremor from the train sized orb, with a scream of extacy the nipple began erupting inside its vessel. The trapped woman looked down to see her once soft flat belly start to fill out with a bump, as the pressure continued it changed to a belly, then she looked like a large beach ball was shoved and fully inflated into her womb.  Another passenger seen the commotion and attempted to stop the invading member,  they grabbed onto the breast with both hands barely able to get a firm grip on the taut skin.  A wet sloppy noise could be heard as it popped free from her Womanhood, but almost as fast as it came out the grip on the massive tit was lost and rammed back into the filled woman again.  The feeling was different this time, it was in her ass.  All of the squeezing and groping triggered another orgasm from the colossal breasted woman,  which triggered the nipples to spray like fire hoses into the trapped woman again. As her size now multiplied by the seconds, her belly surged and she tried screaming but as she opened her mouth milk started fountaining from it.  A fire truck with rescue workers was approaching the rear of the train, the jet streaming out of her mouth Aimed right at the oncoming vehicle with so much force it blew the windshield right into the driver, knocking him unconscious.  The truck still had enough momentum that it hit the front of the milk filled balloon woman.  After she felt the mild collision she looked foreword to see that the flow of milk had ceased spraying from her mouth. There right in front of her, the nozzle mounted to the roof of the truck was wedged in her mouth Stopping the flow of milk.  The other rescue workers exit the vehicle in a panic, and in that panic the switch for the pump was turned on.  Suddenly she felt pressure at both ends, almost instantly her body became round. 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 feet in diameter and just as fast as it started, the growth stopped.  Suddenly dark stretch marks were appearing, darker and longer she was at her limit.  Even that stopped the truck ran out of water and the breast stopped spurting milk.  She lay there in shock as her body was literally at its limit.  The massive breasted woman shifted slightly and the mop handle just barely grazed her clittoris causing a mini orgasm which sent 1 last gallon of milk into the overtaxed container.  With a muffled scream her flesh tore open like a zipper sending thousands of gallons of milky water to the ground. People against the girl's breast rustled and Bernie heard muffled voices carried through her chest. The hard water had stopped unfolding. "Everyone stay still," the doctor ordered. "She's highly unstable. Don't even scratch her or she might still explode!" Everyone stopped moving, waiting for something to happen. "JUST DO IT!" the girl yelled, but Bernie could hardly hear her. From behind him, Bernie felt the rush of air. Emergency crews had managed to open the doors. They were sorry they did. The girl's breasts felt the chance for advancement and pushed everyone out the door that they could, trapping some just beside the doorway. The crew outside, having just been knocked over by a push of ten people or so, looked back at the doorway to see two huge areolae and nipples thrusting themselves out the doorway, filling it entirely. Bernie, trapped beside the door by her breast, was happy not to have her nipple under his chin anymore. "Jesus!" one of the workers commented. They just stood and looked at the sight. Just then, a shriek came from the other side of the car. The girl was coming again. Everyone on the track moved as her nipples pulsed forward a bit and began to jet water again. Over the next thirty minutes, she almost passed out twice from her constant orgasms, but people on the other side of the track kept her awake with smelling salts. By the time she was down to a manageable side, the entire track was flooded and clean-up crews were arriving on the scene. Bernie walked over to her side as they picked her up after her final waking orgasm. She still had basket-ball sided hooters, but she was still coming in her sleep and they continued to spurt water to the tune of her rapid heart rate. An exhausted smile was melted on her face and the paramedics strapped her into the gurney and placed her in the ambulance. The doctor came up beside Bernie and looked on. "She'll be fine. She'll have stretchmarks from hell, but she's be fine. What I want to know is, how did you do that to her?" "It's a long story, and I'm soaked. Get the story from the police after they grill me, OK? Thanks for your help in saving her," Bernie said, exhausted. He walked towards the beckoning officer on the side of the tracks. As he did, his vial fell from his pocket, noticed only by the doctor. Bending down to tie his shoe, the doctor retrieved the vial. With a quick grin, he proceeded towards the ambulance.

It's that time of the year: Christmas. Every year I love the atmosphere, the snow and everything related to it. Despite one thing: the presents. I hate presents because most time I receive unusable gifts or just stupid things like shampoos or deodorants. Moreover is always difficult to find a gifts for everyone and from this year I have to find one for my girlfriend too; we already live together. I'm nervous but I also know what I can afford for her: a pair of shoes. In fact not normal shoes but a pair of heels. Christmas Eve Fiona is a heels lover and I love her passion too, given that wearing them she become even taller than her actual 6'4 (1.93). I'm only 5'8 (1.72) so wearing heels she become more than a foot (30 centimeters) taller compared to me and we love that difference. She has like 15 pairs of heels and her highest one are 6 inches (15 centimeters), so my challenge is finding an higher pair. I visited a lot of sites and shops but no one had heels over 5 inches (13 centimeters). I was desperate. The day before christmas and still nothing. At least until, walking through the city, I noticed a small door and a cartel: small shop for big girls. There were a lot of heels in the window, so I entered inside and a young girl welcomed me:"hi I'm Shayla, how can I help you?" She was sitting on a chair, behind a desk, which was enormous, given that her back covered just a small part of the backrest and her legs were shorter than the seat! She looked like a doll sitting on a normal chair. Moreover the desk was higher than me, a lot higher, so I was standing in the doorway seeing Shayla. She was brunette with blue eyes but the most important part of her body were for sure her boobs which seemed exploding inside the little jacket that she was wearing. :"I need a pair of high heels for my girlfriend" hearing that Shayla replied:"I think you are in the right place. As you can see there are every pair of heels you can imagine and of every size above 42 EU. If your girlfriend is really tall there is also another room in the backward that can help you". I was fascinated by the small shop, a lot of shoes were so big that looked for giantess. But here in the world there aren't giantesses so I didn't understand the existence of so big shoes, at least a 3' (90 centimeters) long! :"what size you were searching? How tall is she?" Saying that Shayla stepped down from the chair disappearing from my view as the desk completely hidden her:"Shayla...where are you?" I began to walk towards the huge desk and on the side there was a ladder that led to the huge chair and the laboratory. Then Shayla appeared again:"I'm here, I'm here" she yelled walking to me. She was wearing really high heels but now that I was closer to her she doesn't seem short...she was tall, extremely tall! She stepped down the ladder standing at the same level and I was literally as tall as her legs! I was shocked and she noticed it:"oh yes I'm taller than you thinked, it always happened. By the way I'm 11'4 (3.45) in these heels, while normally I'm 10'8 (3.25). So what size do you need?" I was staring at her and looking around, the shop seemed to become bigger and bigger:"am I shrinking?" I asked worried:"no no, it's just the fact you are realizing that the chair where I was sitting is gigantic". She was right the chair was gigantic but she was huge too: with every step she took her body was covering my view of the room until she literally arrived in front of me and her boobs were like an umbrella above my head:"Shayla can you step back please? I can't see your face" hearing that the girl stepped back excusing:"sorry but I'm not used to see really short people in this store" then I replied to her previous questions:"anyway my girlfriend has a 44 EU and she's 6'4 (1.93) tall. I wanted a pair of heels higher than 5 inches (12 centimeters)". Shayla was less closer now and I was looking up to her face smiling face:"your girlfriend is tiny! But I think those are perfect for her" she said pointing a pair of black platform heels:"these are 8 inches (20 centimeters) high...she's going to be 7' (2.13) shorty!" In her hands the shoes were normal sized but when she passed me one of them I couldn't believe how big and high were:"these are 8 inches (20 centimeters)? In your hands they looked so tiny!" I said hoping to know how big were Shayla's hands:"for sure mine are bigger than your girlfriend's ones...15 inches (38 centimeters) long the whole hand and my middle finger is 7 inches (18 centimeters) long so probably longer than your dick little boy". Hearing that I was freezed in front of the giantess who was biting her lips, but I tried to stay calm:"well...how much they cost?" Shayla seeing that her tries to tempt me weren't successful returned behind the desk upon the giant chair:"you are literally less than half the height desk, maybe you can come here with me to pay" now my only goal was to pay and run out. While I was paying I gave her my debit card and she began to play with me:"let's see if you can reach it shorty!" We were both near the giant chair and even Shayla was way shorter than the chair legs...then a voice interrupted Shayla's game:"stop it now or you'll be fired!" Soon she gave me the debit card and thanked me for the purchase while I went out from the shop. Going out I tried to picture in my mind how Shayla and the giant chair entered inside the small door which had a sign indicating the maximum height to enter for people over 6' (1.83)! In fact I wasn't far from the doorway with my head being 5'8 (1.72). Arrived at home I placed the present under the christmas tree, waiting for Fiona's reaction to the logo on the bag. When she returned at home after work she noticed the white bag:"Michael what is that?" She said approaching the tree:"it's your present don't open it! Santa Claus already came". She hugged me and went upstairs; returning she puts another present under the tree recommending to don't open it. We spent Christmas Eve at home, alone, as usual we stay naked at home in order to be ready if we want to do...sexual things. In addition our home is a three stories building in the countryside and there aren't neighbors. Every floor is more than 15' (4.60) high so our home is literally a tower in the desert. At midnight we opened our presents: she gifted me a PS5 and I kissed her for a minute, then was her turn and opening the box she was puzzled:"I know that you always search them but you never find them" I was saying various things just waiting for her face. Finally I saw her smile became bigger and she kissed me thanking as she never did. Then she put the heels on, stood up and said:"what are you waiting for little man, an invite?" She was naked and her tits were bouncing up in the air as they never did, slowly standing up the boobs were closer to my face until I was eye to with cleavage:"how high are them? You look shorter than usual" said laughing Fiona:"these are 8 inches (20 centimeters), so you are 7' (2.13) tall now". She was almost crying. A moment later we were on the couch having sex with her boobs on my face. Christmas So the morning later I chose to take also Fiona to the shop in order to thank Shayla for the help. Fiona was wearing her new shoes and when we arrived in front of the small door she was towering over it:"how I'm supposed to enter in this small shop?" She asked. In fact from here we couldn't see the giant desk and Shayla's tall frame:"so you liked your present Fiona?" I recognized the voice entering while my girlfriend was still ducking under the door, then she looked forward and was in disbelief:"y-you are tall! Super tall! The tallest woman ever existed!" Fiona was literally jumping and screaming, subsequently looking around she noticed how big were the shoes around her and how small she was compared to the cash counter:"unfortunately no, I'm not the tallest woman ever. Anyway nice to meet you I'm Shayla". Ten minutes later they were still talking as they knew each other since elementary school. Finally they greeted and going out Fiona announced:"tonight she'll come at home with her girlfriend!" Through myself I thought that this was the Christmas magic: a dinner with my girlfriend, a 10'8 (3.25) tall girl, probably in heels so even taller and her girlfriend. But I tried to act as normal as possible:"oh wow. Just after a 20 minutes talk? You are really connected" Fiona smiled replying:"oh yes we share a lot of passions and I want to know Dalia!" I supposed that Dalia is Shayla's girlfriend. So we went to the market buying what we needed for the dinner:"as you saw she's really tall so I think we'll prepare for six people" said Fiona. Meanwhile she was walking and noticed something strange:"Michael these shoes are...becoming bigger" I was surprised hearing her words. So I knelt on the ground checking her shoes and in fact her feet didn't cover the whole soles as they did a minute before:"you are right Fiona...or maybe not" exactly during my sentence her feet were covering the soles as they did before. So I stood up explaining that everything was normal and we resumed our expense for dinner. The market was plenty and thanks to Fiona's height we walked normally as people stopped and stared at her for a while; few also asked for photos or how tall she was. Then again:"Mike the shoes feels large again" so as I did before I knelt on the ground with people staring at the embarassing scene, as before the shoes were bigger than her feet:"you are right honey. Try to walk without losing them and at home we'll fix the problem". So we kept walking and after a while Fiona said:"they returned normal!" I nodded looking up at her. After an hour we were still in the market and only half of the shopping in the cart. Meanwhile Fiona told me two or three times about her shoes which felt too large but then again the same sentence:"they returned normal!" When it happened again I chose to see her feet waiting for something to change and this time I remained shocked:"your feet grew to fill the shoes!" I exclaimed standing up:"grew? It's impossible...but in fact the shelves seems a bit lower than before" being 7' (2.13) the shelves already seemed short to her given that I reach the top without problems; but now she's a lot taller. So we ended our tasks and then arriving at the car she said:"honey the car shrank!" She screamed making people turning to us:"Fiona keep calm and try to go inside then we'll talk" she did so and then I reached her in the car:"when we arrive at home I'll measure you, until now let's use your new size, the shop bags are going to be lighter for you". I tried to make her smile and luckily I did. At home I was shocked realizing how tall she became:"you are literally towering over me Fiona! Take off your shoes!" I said laughing. :"I was sure you loved me to be taller, but it's good lil man" replying she teased me. After taking her shoes off I was still around her chest height:"this morning you arrived here!" Said pointing at her neck, now she was squeezing me against her huge breasts:"measure me lil boy!" She ordered and so I obey her:"7' (2.13) exactly". Then I went near her new shoes and measured the heels height:"these are a whole foot (30 centimeters) high! This morning were 8 inches (20 centimeters)!" Fiona connected the points and:"so before I was 8' (2.33) tall" said surprised. After taking off all her clothes she stepped on the heels again:"you are so lucky honey having an 8' (2.33) girlfriend, come here baby!" She was opening her arms and I was turn up as never before, my face was at her navel height and I felt her nipples trough my hairs:"you know what I want lil Mike" said with a naughty voice touching my back. A moment later we were on the couch and I was experiencing something incredible having sex with a 8' (2.33) tall girl. After sex we were on the bed and Fiona said:"it has been incredible! I think I grew again by the way" saying that, she stood up and in fact her navel now was a bit higher than before from my perspective:"I want to know how my feet grew, because my shoes looks enormous compared to yours!" Before they already seems huge given that I wear a 40 EU, but now the difference is comical. Taking off her shoes she returned at a more manageable stature, looking inside the heels I read the label and:"on the label there is 48.5 EU...this morning there was a 44 EU" I wasn't understanding: the shoes changed the label and grew alone! Then on the label also appeared '13 inches (33 centimeters)' and measuring them they were exactly that long:"these shoes are magical!" Screamed Fiona laughing and stepping inside them:"I'll wear them every day so enjoy the view from down there!" Then we began to cook the dinner and her frame was literally huge: before every step she advised me and having feet much larger than usual, created difficults also on reading the space around her, a good thing is that now she doesn't need a ladder to reach the higher furnitures and is also stronger than before. In our kitchen the top is 3' (90 centimeters) high and already at 6'4 (1.93) Fiona's legs were higher than it, now her knees are closer to the top creating a lot of difficults for her given that she has to bent a lot:"if I keep growing taller in few hours I'll kneel on the ground to work on this baby kitchen top" listening that I looked her and now her navel was way above my head and in front of me there was her pussy! :"I think you hit 9' (2.63) Fiona! Look how high are your shoes, already over my knees" I was both excited and scared by the situation:"Oh well, now let's end this cooking session and then you'll measure me Michael" saying that she resumed her tasks without adding anything.That happened at 5 p.m. so three hours before the dinner and Shayla's arrival. As the time passed another problem comes:"we have to buy bigger knifes Mike, look how small they are in my hands!" Said Fiona annoyed, so I replied:"ok love, just remember you are growing today. Yesterday you were a normal 6'4 (1.93) woman". Hearing that my girlfriend threw the knife on the top and lifted me:"who was normal? I've never been normal, I'm your girlfriend!" I was in mid air hoping to land without breaking a bone:"sorry, sorry, you are right" I tried to excuse but she was really angry:"you are so tiny and light that I can throw you on the couch from here...so be careful lil boy" saying this she placed me softly on the parquet. Now she was even taller than before and luckily we finished our tasks:"Come with me to the bathroom we have to prepare ourselves for the dinner" I calmly said to Fiona who reacts lifting me and running upstairs, then she took off the shoes entering under the shower...or maybe over:"this shower is too low for me!" In fact her head was well over the shower:"maybe you can kneel down" I supposed and she nodded following my advise. Despite that she was literally taller than me! :"look how small you are, shorter than me kneeling down!" said laughing Fiona. After the shower we dressed in order to be ready for the guests arrival. Before take the heels on, Fiona measured the shoes:"on the label there is 54 EU, so 14.5 inches (37 centimeters) long and the heel is 14 inches (36 centimeters) high!" Stepping on them she had a lot of difficults compared to few minutes before, then when she was fully standing I measured her height with heels on:"Fiona...you are exactly 9' (2.63) tall". She was really excited by the news and walked downstairs as her balance problems didn't exist. Then the bell rang and I ran to the door, opening it and...:"good evening, guys these are for you!" Shayla was there with two enormous packs in her arms:"thank you very much, come ins..." my heart skipped a beat. Shayla was dressed like the first time I met her with the same heels and same dress, I still remember her sentence:"oh yes I'm taller than you thinked, it always happened. By the way I'm 11'4 (3.45) in these heels while normally I'm 10'8 (3.25)". Despite my girlfriend is 9' (2.63) tall, 11'4 (3.45) is incredible. Moreover behind Shayla there was her girlfriend, Dalia. Our door entrance is around 10' (3 meters) high and Shayla had to duck under the doorframe but she was used to that...Dalia wasn't:"honey maybe is better if you take off your heels" said Shayla looking outside. I was there in front of the door but no one seemed to stand on the doormat. Then a voice said:"looking the building from outside I thought I can fit inside Shayla", the 11'4 (3.45) girl replied:"oh, I don't think so, there are maximum 15' (4.50) ceilings here". After a deep sigh a giant silver ankle boot appeared in front of me:"can you pick up my boots please?" Asked gently an extremely deep voice, now Fiona was intrigued by the situation and walked to me placing her pussy on my head:"Oh my god!" Exclaimed my girlfriend looking outside, seeing an incredibly big ass sitting on the ground and two giant legs that both ended with a pair of silver boots. A huge hand took off one shoe that Shayla tried to grab with difficults in order to bring it inside:"can I placed it here?" Asked panting for the weight and I nodded admiring the giant shoe standing in the middle of my living room, at least as tall as my girlfriend and way taller than me! Then the giantess outside took off the other shoes and again Shayla placed it near the other. Subsequently the giantess turned and crawled through the door advising to move out from her way:"my ass is too large for that door" the giantess was panting trying to enter inside finally the giantess passed trough the door sitting in the living room next to her boots:"hi all, I'm Dalia!" She said while my girlfriend was scared looking up to her face. I greeted Dalia and she extended her hand to me and I was shocked:"oh...maybe my middle finger is enough for the handshake" said the giantess laughing, then added:"I think that I can't fit here even sitting on the ground, can I lie down on the parquet?" Shevretorically asked. Luckily for her our living room is really big and large enough for her to lie down with her entire body:"anyway if you want to know I'm 67'3 (20.50) tall and my feet are 9'8 (2.95) ,long so I won't touch the 15' (4.50) ceiling". I was shocked but Fiona was even more than me, trying to act normal she asked common things about their lives like how they met or their jobs. The couple was replying without problems as they knew us since childhood. Then Fiona asked:"how did you get so tall Dalia?" Silence. Then Shayla to break the weird moment said:"you'll know later, let's start this christmas dinner!" Having dinner with a giantess reclining near you is incredible. Her hands are giant and literally longer than me:"how big are your hands Dalia?" I asked excited and she smiled to me:"almost 8' (2.43) long, you can climb on it if you want and Fiona allows you", my girlfriend turned around nodding to see the scene and a moment later I was walking above the giantess's hand! :"what if one day you'll walk above your girlfriend's one!" Said Shayla looking at her phone. Suddendly Fiona fell on the ground and with just two fingers Dalia helped her to stand up:"everything ok?" I asked running towards her:"yes yes, I just had a strong migraine". From my perspective I noticed that now her ass was literally above my head but I didn't care about it, knowing that she was growing since the morning. Finally we sat together at the table beginning to eat. We talked a lot until the discussion entered in the 'hot zone'. Really hot zone. :"Have you ever dreamed to do a threesome?" Asked Shayla. I turned to Fiona and seeing her embarassed reaction I replied:"personally no, also because I'm really happy with Fiona", but my girlfriend has other ideas:"to be honest...yes. I'm really happy with Michael but I would like to try something new". Listening that I corrected my sentence:"to be honest I would like to try something new too but only with other girls", Shayla and Dalia began to laugh a lot and the giantess said:"well, well, well...if you want we can try". I was shocked. But Fiona wasn't:"are you serious girls! I would love to do something with you giantesses!" While she was screaming, I literally saw her head rising up as I never saw before. Subsequently standing up she hitted her head against the ceiling so hard that she fell on the ground. :"Fiona are you with us?" Asked Dalia lifting her, slowly my girlfriend reopened her eyes asking what happened and I explained the situation:"so how tall I'm now?" Was her only thought:"for sure taller than the ceiling so let's go out to measure you" said Shayla excited. The incredible thing was that we took off her shoes and despite that she was still really tall. Noticing that she said:"where are my heels? I need th...or maybe I don't" her expression rapidly changed when she looked how small I was now compared to her:"oh my godness, I grew a lot! Look Shayla you are as tall my chest". My girlfriend was a towering goddess now! At least until Dalia stood up:"maybe you are tall but you still have to grow a lot little baby". Being knees height with the giantess destroyed Fiona and her giantess feeling. We returned inside to end the dinner and she stepped inside her heels again. Finally we ended the dinner, meanwhile my girlfriend was still growing and now her shoes were literally huge. Suddendly she took off her bra:"it began to hurt myself" a moment later a huge spurt made her legs incredibly long hitting Dalia's boobs:"sorry Dalia" said Fiona but her growth didn't stop and her clothes ripped until she remained naked. The situation was really cringe, but even more cringe was the moment when Shayla began to undress herself and walked to Dalia's cleavage, which was big enough to completely cover her girlfriend. As they began to kiss, also Fiona puts her tits above me and then I've found myself trapped between them. Few moments later my house became an orgy and I was living a dream being the only male with three giantesses who were using me as sex toy. Now Fiona was almost as big as Dalia but they were lying down on the ground and from my perspective I could only notice that their boobs were literally twice my size. During dinner Dalia talked a lot about her difficults to reach the climax and now thanks to her new size Fiona tried to help the giantess. I was there watching my girlfriend fingering Dalia while she was outgrowing the giantess. Then Shayla arrived behind me placing her relatively small breasts, compared to the giantesses, on my shoulders and lifting me in front of her face she smiled and began a blowjob making me moans so loud that Fiona stopped for a moment the fingering on Dalia who said:"stupid bitch! Keep going shorty" hearing that Fiona replied:"me shorty? Come out so we check who is the shorty?" I could only hear their voice because Shayla trapped me in her hands. When I finally came I exclaimed:"this was the best blowjob of my life!" And Shayla replied:"I'm used to end sexual things completely cover of seminal fluid but you are so tiny man!" Hearing that I imagined the scene but I also reminded that Dalia and Fiona were outside. So staying in Shayla's arms we went in the garden and...I couldn't believe how big Fiona was! From my perspective the most noticeable thing was the feet size difference between Fiona and Dalia, but now my girlfriend's ones were a lot bigger than the giantess! Then I turned my gaze finding her shoes which were so high that even Shayla couldn't reach the top of them. Then I found myself on the ground and Shayla screamed:"I think she's big enough!" The exclamation was for Dalia and the giantess listening her girlfriend sat on the ground and from her gargantuan boobs took off a small device and placed it near me. The small device wasn't small at all: instead was literally bigger than me and Shayla couldn't lift it:"ok I think you deserve an explanation Mike: the shoes you bought are...particular and as you noticed they have the ability to grow who wear them, thanks to this device that I controlled since your purchase". I was dumbfounded hearing that but I was also curious to know how tall was Fiona now, so Shayla lifted me above the giant device, finally being able to read all datas about my girlfriend: 95'4 (29.06) tall, 12'2 (3.71) feet length, 9'7 (2.92) hands length. A giantess. Suddendly Fiona knelt on the ground creating two craters and placing her hand in front of me:"climb on my love, finally I tower over you, even without heels". Dalia was looking at my girlfriend's shoes and exclaimed:"Shayla it's the first time they reach this size! The heels are 11' (3.35) high". The scene was like a mission and the objective was to don't cum: three giantesses, all naked and the biggest of them is your girlfriend who is waiting for you to climb on her giant hand! Riding on I finally saw Fiona's face again:"are you happy lil boy?" She asked smiling then I nodded and a moment later I fainted. 26th December I woke up the next day between Fiona's breasts:"good morning!" Said a deep voice different to Fiona's one. I looked up seeing Dalia's smiling face and Shayla between her breasts:"we have to wake up Fiona! She's sleeping since yesterday" said the relatively short girl checking her watch. As she finished the phrase the two hills on the side of 'my bed' moved and I was crushed under the weight of one giant breast. Luckily Dalia saved me from dead picking me up. Thanking her I was finally seeing my girlfriend in her new size from above for the first time:"oh yes he's not used to these sizes" said a voice different to all the other. Then I turned around and above Dalia's head there was another face: dark skin, blue eyes and an afro hairstyle which made the face looks smaller than the real size. Seeing my disbelief the girl replied:"ops, I didn't introduce me. I'm Terry, another waiter of the shop". I was still freezed for Terry's blue eyes which attracted me a lot but having to look above Dalia's head I realized that Terry was tall. Extremely tall. Moreover looking around I realized that I've never been in this place so I asked:"where we are?" And Shayla replied:"we are in the secret room of the shop. Here are there are clothes and shoes for giantess and Terry works here. When Fiona woke up we'll dress her and you'll return at home". Then Terry asked:"how she grew? Please Shayla don't tell me that you sold the heels again!?" I was puzzled but seeing Terry's reaction also scared:"fuck Shayla, it's the third time in this month! Do you know where Lisa and Ana lives now? On the mountains because they are too big for the city". Realizing that my girlfriend wasn't the first to become a giantess, partially calmed me down. At least until Terry lifted me and Fiona woke up screaming:"where am I? Who are you? Where is Mike?" She was shocked and suddendly she stood up. Incredibly she didn't hit her head:"how high is this room?" I asked seeing that Fiona didn't seem a giantess here. Then Terry stood up too and I realized that my girlfriend wasn't the tallest in the room:"ok Fiona keep calm. I'm Terry and Mike is here for you". Standing on Terry's hand I was literally looking down to the top of Fiona's head who literally appeared tiny. As the conversation went on we discovered Terry's height: 420' (128 meters)! Moreover the room seemed to grow around us until the walls began to tremble. Every moment passed we were shaking more and then...:Hi all! I'm Jeanie the boss, how can my waitress help you?" Well, Jeanie was...there aren't adjectives to describe her. Mainly because, still standing on Terry's hand, I could only see her legs; in addition I was feeling like a microbe around these giantesses:"Jeanie, she's Fiona and on my hand there is her boyfriend. I was thinking that Fiona can help me here in the secret room if Shayla is going to sell again the heels!" Initially the boss laughed. Subsequently the biggest finger I've ever seen landed on Terry's hand making me fall:"come on boyfriend I want to meet you!" So I climbed on the statuesque finger and in less than a minute I was in front of Jeanie's face: she's so giant that I'm literally smaller than her eyes and I can easily enter inside her nose! :"oh oh, you are smaller than a ant little boy, you are similar to my dad. Ok Terry we'll hire Fiona if her boyfriend guess my stature". I literally began to pray hoping to say the right number, despite I'm a giantess and tall girl expert: I've never guess a giantess stature looking her face:"I don't know boss...around 1.000' (304.80) or more?" On her face appeared a huge smile which showed her perfect teeth:"yes lil man, you are right! Congratulations". With the other hand, Jeanie grabbed Fiona and lifted her in front of her face as she did with me:"welcome in the staff!" We didn't reply still shocked by the view but when the mega giantess put us on the ground I realized how big she was. Fiona reached under her mid shins and she was wearing a pair of shoes so long that the sole could crush our house with just a step! This christmas my life definitely changed in a better...or bigger way! Merry Christmas to all! Michael 5'8/40 EU Fiona 6'4(76 inches-1.93)/44 EU-7' (84 inches-2.13)/48.5 EU-7'10 (94 inches-2.38) 54 EU-95'4/12'2/9'7 Shayla 10'8 Dalia 67'3 (20.49)/9'8 (2.98)[7' high heels]/ 3'5-1.05 (MF)/7'8-2.40 (WH)/18'-5.49 (KH)/33'7-10.24 (LL)/33'7-10.25(UBL)/15'6-4.75(HL) Terry 420' Jeanie 1010'

I'm a big fan of https://www.deviantart.com/333blebleble333 Katie & Jenny Story. In the story, Jenny works at a bakery owned by Dana. Dana always says she's not worried about making money, but it is never explained why she doesn't care. With 333blebleble333's permission I have drafted this as a sort of background story. Enjoy... or don't Dana’s Story: 25-years ago The small brown-haired girl had to stand on a step stool to see what was going on. The middle-aged woman smiled at the young girl's interest and excitement, “Now,” she explained, “you begin to mix the ingredients together. How you mix them and for how long will determine the texture or the dough.” The girl nodded but then made a face, “When do you put love in?” she asked. The older woman laughed, “Love is part of every step. Every time you cook or bake you should put the love you feel for the people that will eat it. And you do that by caring about each step.”

Celina has long Black hair she had rather small breasts but her thighs were quite thick.Celina was a witch most of her town did trust her her healing ointments always helped out. She always wore a blue dress with gold lining. Many of the townsfolk wanted her out though as they thought witchcraft was evil. Eventually causing her to be locked up inside her own home. After a week or so her food was running low but she tried something she brewed a potion that could make calories last 3 times longer after she was done the pink bottle sat there she took a sip it tasted good she ate a apple and felt full she thought "wow I can't believe this"she ate a bit more than went to bed the next morning she put on some pajamas as who would care about her dress now? She rubbed her thighs were they a bit thicker? No they couldn't she looked in the mirror and she realized she had. Oh well she thought it's just a pound or two yeah yeah she didn't care though. Today she snuck out to buy groceries when she returned she ate a large meal al for the first time in long time afterwards she drank some potion more than before this time almost instantly she felt more pudge. She murmured wow it's more potent than I thought she weighted herself one week ago 123 lbs today 132 lbs she thought well a little extra padding never hurt anyone over eventually she decided to get more food this time getting more junk than before she binged heavily to fill the void that helping the town left behind. 2 months later her gigantic frame lumbered out of bed her wool pj's about to burst and her white t-shirt about to burst. Her thighs were massive her belly was in second followed by her still small breasts she sighed "another day time for more eating " her breakfast was a shot of the potion a glass of oj 3 eggs lots of bacon and toast. She could barely fit out the door so she almost never went out and when she did it was to get more food. But one day she looked at her potion she looked at the recipe she modified it after brewing it she took a drink 50 pounds piled on she felt strange almost as if she wanted this for the past few months she just tolerated it but now she wanted it. She brewed lots more she drank a bottle and 100 pounds piled on. But one day she woke up and couldn't move she was immobile!! She always had potion next to her bed incase of this she drank and drank until her walls burst when the town saw her they thought that it wasn't her but it was and her potion eventually spread and now she is a queen of the land weighing in at over 10000 tons of pure fat

Name: Michelle Reid Age:42 Weight: 800 trillion metric tons  Description: a very very immobile blobby woman who has long brunette which reaches her shoulders, green eyes, faint eye bags, two very enormous breasts that are bigger than her own body and they need their own two carts, a massive ass thats 500 mill ft wide, she is unable to move her arms at all as well as her legs therefore she needs 500 million carts 500x her size to hold her, its reinforced with the strongest materials to hold her body, she constantly drinks slop 24/7 while her feederbots feed her cakes, brownies, cookies, marshmallows, chocolate, burritos, sticks of butter drenched in grease and deep fried in lard, cream, paste, pizza and more foods. Her belly, ass, breasts, arms, legs, fupa and all her blubber all have cellulite, dimples and dark purple stretch marks Sexuality: proud bisexual and supports all of the LGBTQ Regular Calorie intake: 500 undecillion calories a day to keep her figure Pregnant with 800 decillion babies making her belly and breasts larger and larger Aspires to be a big blob bigger than she is now Loves to play games Her favourite games are  Sims 4 but she plays with mods on so she can make her sims fat asf,   stardew valley and uses mods to make the characters fat as hell including her own character  COD Any MMORPG  Loves Anime as well with her favs being: ●my blobby darling ●Naruto ●Lucky star  Net worth: 100 million nonillion dollars (keeps rising 24/7) gets paid 50 undecillion dollars a nano second making her bank account basically have infinite money. Flavours of slop she has created Double cheese burger, 500,000,0000 decillion calories Triple chocolate cake, 1 centillion calories Burgers and hotdogs, 9 trillion quintillion calories Choc chip cookie dough, 700 billion calories Cherry, 400 trillion calories Banana, 6000 quintillion calories Piggy Pink slop: 1000000 gazillion calories and multiple variants Piggy pink slop type Butt: makes only the butt gain weight Piggy pink slop type boob: only makes the boobs gain weight  There's many many many many more flavours of slop  Medical conditions:  ●heart is beating very very slowly at 14 BPM ●Blobby diabetes which give her uncontrollably loud wet sloppy farts, and a constant hunger for food ●Blobby cholesterol, gives her cholesterol in the quadrillions and makes it so one bit of exercise makes her wheeze uncontrollably and sweats rivers and oceans ●blobby lactose intolerance, because of her consumption of cream,  paste and other milk products due to her massive size she now has her own form of lactose intolerance making it so one drop of milk results in the most wet, sloppy, disgusting fart Machines she's created consist of: Feedertron 9 million, feeds her even when she isn't hungry Feeder carts, carts pulled by her feederbots that can carry nations worth of food The ultra blobby mobility scooter that can carry anyone of any size and gi 300 MPH Feederbots, tiny little droids that feed her when she does work Robot arms, arms which extend from the walls or her cart to do her work, play games or other stuff since she's immobile  Ultra feedertron mark 2, combines all the slop and feeds her so she gains way more than usual

The woman posed in front of the mirror, inspecting how the yoga pants fit her. The athletic clothing clung to her long legs, showing off her calves and thighs. She turned slightly, checking out her own butt. It wasn’t big by any means, but it also wasn’t flat. She looked worried as she pinched it, afraid it was getting flabby. Jane was only a few months away from becoming thirty. Like many other women her age, she was worried about her body changing as she got older. She religiously used wrinkle prevention creams and tried to maintain a diet, but she wasn’t as young as she used to be. With a sigh, Jane stepped towards the mirror. Her tank top had no issues, covering her small tits and stomach without issue. Jane wasn’t fat but she felt like she was. She could pinch an inch of her belly and that meant doom for her figure. Jane’s work was stressful, leading to a whole array of problems that resulted in her gaining a few pounds. She gasped as she clutched a stray hair, almost touching

Alice Grobauch was in a real quandary. Ever since she had appeared on television, a live taping of trashy daytime talk show the Nikki Lake Show, everyone in town knew exactly who she was. She was famous! Alie was one of the famous Cheerleader Chunkers, three local high school girls whose outrageous appetites had caused them to balloon to over a quarter ton each and who had performed a defiant fat-friendly cheer routine at the end-of-the school-year big game that had gone viral online. Alice hadn’t counted on fame being such a double-edged sword, though! The problem was that Alice was trying to lose weight. “Trying” being the operative word. Because she wasn’t very good at it! Alice weighed approximately 600 pounds, making her a wide-load butterball who could barely waddle a few feet without becoming completely winded. More and more, she relied on her mobility scooter to get around, but the lack of even the rudimentary exercise of walking was only making her problem worse. She was so

Anna Hart was 16 and living with her parents Margaret her mother and her father John Anna's parents made sure that Anna would never eat anything unhealthy but all Anna wanted to do is eat Anna's parents only gave vegetables and fruits to eat so Anna really wanted to eat meat and chocolate so one day in her room Anna was trying to sleep when she saw a shooting star and made a wish on it please let me go back in time so that I can make my parents get fat so that I can eat all I want she knew it was a dump wish but the thought made her happy after that Anna went to sleep easily the next day she was in a cabin in the woods near her hometown wondering what happened the end of part one

Week 6 It was the final week, and that meant it was finally time to go all out. As Chihiro waddled into the office she was forced to grab hold of whatever surface she could to keep herself upright, her legs straining under her weight as she was forced to squeeze her body sideways to fit it through the door, her arms pushed too wide by her breasts and belly to walk in normally. Despite the ordeal, by the time she made it to the chair that protested her company, even as she merely leant on it for support before taking the seat, she was smiling. Over the last week she'd found it harder to walk, whether the weight of her enormous breasts were just too much, or the muscle in her legs had already started to deteriorate under the lack of activity and onslaught of food, she couldn't say, maybe both. Either way she'd been waddling more and more as the week wore on, and she found with the effort she had to put in to try and counteract the constant swaying of her pendulum gut, or how wide she

Alicia and her husband Jeff 10 year honeymoon anniversary is coming in two weeks Alicia loved her life she looked at a photo showing the 25 newly weds Alicia and Jeff how skinny they were though after a ten year marriage they have put on weight and to think Alicia and Jeff used to go to the gym every day now they just eat and drink and watch TV Alicia and Jeff have a four year old daughter Lynn and now thinking of her choices Alicia would change nothing the end of part one

Contains Breast Expansion. Beware! - Once upon a t- That's how it starts, right? Just jumps into the story and hey, there it is. The reason we're here. There's a girl, again, she's... what is she? Is she flat with potential for more? Already busty, but with some kind of inferiority complex? Shy, and therefore holding back? Confident and thus holding herself proudly, accentuating her prominent protrustions? One of these, one of those. Mix it all together and... how does it happen? Because this is what I do, right? I write and develop her developing, right? Of course I do, but is it always the same? It often feels the same. So we need a catalyst, we need to say something like... she pulled on her swimsuit, a one-piece affair that confined her modest breasts and compacted them down, streamlined her body. She knew this was what needed to happen, she'd seen it done, but she'd never been swimming before. Why? Discouraged, probably. Something hidden, some ridiculous reason that doesn't hold up but of course it turns out that she absorbs water and outgrows every inch of her new swimsuit. And why shouldn't it stop there? The bubbling flesh of her expanding breasts pushing out through the seams of her suit as it stretches to opacity, pulled to excess and so destroyed by a final new inch of relentlessly swelling boob. Now what? We fill the pool? Maybe it's just the chlorine, that would explain why the rain never got her before. Poison gas filling her, with a fluidity and softness that makes gas improbable. So it's water? Is it? We should bring someone in to caress her breast, to comment on the undulation and impact tremors that a firm slap presents. We should disturb her masturbatory growth with a newscast of exposition, perhaps. And so she fills up the building, which creaks and groans as it encases her burgeoning bust, her torso and limbs in a safe spot, through a door or a closet or just suspended from her breasts in the drained pool beneath. Why is it drained? Absorbed, maybe. It had water and chlorine within it before. Who else is in this room and what obstacles are around the area? Did we do any of that, or is it all too focused on the girl and her bosom? And so she grows and she gropes herself, and she fills up the suit, then the pool, then the building, and it all gets a little out of hand. Her nipples are throbbing, her crotch is flooded, her breasts are immense and ready to continue their ascent into impossible girth. Or maybe they're ready to be fondled and squeezed into a climax of volcanic proportion? Which one is the way to do it? I want to continue, to push her to extremes. To have her writhing in pleasurable torment until the end of time, outgrowing buildings and hills and mountains and moons. Planets and stars collapse under her immeasurable mounds. The fabric of time is pulled taut and then broken through. Her orgasms are countless, but may as well be one for all the downtime she gets between them. And then it ends abruptly, with no space to grow. Not that she stops, not at all, she's beyond it. But there's nothing to grow into, no measurable equivalent to even one of her breasts, then even one of her areolas, then even one of her teats, then even one cell of her being. The all is insignificant and she is the singularity. The reaction of Earth is obsolete, destroyed, gone. She exists in her own self, safe in an atmosphere created by a plot device, and presumably is still in the pool nonetheless. And we end it as we end all things. With an absurd and abrupt little note that leaves you wanting more. More of this girl who has more than enough, not enough, but still more than there ever has been. When her peaks become pressured and let out a sigh as a new universe flows forth. A universe tainted by the ability to grow at the same rate, the same lifeforms becoming as she is, together, and exponentially creating anew. And the girl's name is Eden. Because why wouldn't it be?

Kate High on confidence I could barely remember how I got home. Not even the hot weather could bother me. Not after I got rid of the fear I felt from that night. It’s hard to believe the night of the party was only a month ago, because it feels like years have passed since then. I didn’t really realize it before, or maybe I just refused to admit it to myself, but I was afraid every minute of every day ever since it happened. The only moments of momentary safety I experienced when I was in Mark’s arms, where I knew James wouldn’t be able to lay his filthy hands on me. With my mind clear of the fright, I could see what I wanted to do with absolute clarity. I was ready. I went to the kitchen and headed to the freezer. There were two tubs of ice-cream waiting for me and I took them both without a moment of hesitation and headed back to my room. Yesterday I would search for excuses why not to fuel the further growth of my breasts, but not today. I knew I would handle it even if they

[Tags: breast expansion] Artwork by @ohshinakai Go to part 1: Despite the fact that there was an entire world beyond the confines of her bedroom that she had yet to see, there was nothing that Milana talked about more often, or more enthusiastically, than the mall. It never made much sense to me—as I often reminded her, it was really not a particularly impressive example of a shopping mall. But in Milana’s mind, it was a place that held a great deal of significance. It was a different Universe—a world full of things to see and to buy, but most of all I think, it was one of the only places she really remembered spending any decent amount of her time in the years before she became bedridden. The mall was the place I was often sent when Milana needed something, like to pick up all of the video games and board games we would play, as well as our collection of painted war figurines, which they sold at a table-top gaming store on the top floor. No matter how many times I would tell