The following days felt great for you. Each day was a slight increase in size, slowly but steadily you were growing, filling and lengthening, you loved it. Each morning your cloth felt tighter, your seat at the dinner table felt smaller, and the height difference between you and your family members got lower and lower. It was the same situation in school, Every day your legs needed for space in the school bus and sometimes when you were just sitting during the teacher’s long rants, you could feel your shoes getting even more snug, your pants more tight, your sleeves sliding back and your breasts filling up their cups a bit more.
You stuffed yourself with more food than usual too to fuel your growth, and soon people paid attention to it as the change got more visible. A clear sign for that could be seen when one day you walked down the school’s corridors, texting on your phone, with pants painfully tight hanging low on your waist with the fly buttons open so everyone got a small peak of your panties, it was only held up by a belt stretched to its limit. Your compressed ass squeaked as they grinded up and down each other with each step you took. Your stomach bulged over the brim of it, your belly button was exposed too since your shirt no longer could reach the bottom proper anymore. Most of the shirt fabric was stretched over your breasts, your pride had plumped up nicely the last couple of days, showing everyone how much of a woman you had become, being the size of nice, round coconuts, stretching out the shirt to the degree you could see clear cleavage at your collar. One could see through the fabric that they had overflown your small size B bra as well, you liked to keep it on, as a reminder of how much you had grown since the beginning. Passing by the gossiping girls and egoistic thots was such a good feeling too, you were now a half head taller than the average girl now, standing 6,5 feet in height, just walking by them to show how much taller you were compared to them often made them stop talking and look jealousy at your amazon form. Sometimes you could rub it even more in their faces by making comments to them like: “Yeah, it’s sooo hard to find good shoes now a days, my feet just like to grow out of them all.” Or “Have you girls started shaving? my bush is beginning to grow pretty thick and big; it's itching all the time!” Or “It’s getting pretty hard for me to check my weight’s number, my tits are seriously blocking my view now when I’m on the scale, I’m definitely taking on a lot of mass though.”
Even better, sometimes your cloth would rip during lecture or in the hall, signaling clearly to everyone that you were getting larger. The tip of your shoes ripped open one day In biology class as you stretched your feet, exposing your toes, another time when you yawned your shirt collar tore a bit down, letting your cleavage get a bit more room, or in the halls when you squatted down to get a pencil you lost, your belt snapped, showing even more of your crack and letting the heavy hip flesh loosen up a bit.
You masturbated more frequently now too, wearing this tiny cloth was a huge turn on for you, to know your body slowly was growing out of society’s norms. You fantasied about how one day no cloth could contain you anymore, getting so big that cloth no longer fit you, then you couldn’t go to school anymore, but had to stay at home. You imagined yourself being a lazy, 13 feet tall teenager, lying in a tiny bed that only covered your upper back, sitting in your smelly room rubbing your large, fat, hairy pussy, doing nothing but sleeping, eating and cumming, treated like a giant, naked princess, having your parts massaged by tiny boys, fetching you food and cleaning your big, young body.
“Oh fuck yeah” you thought, while rubbing more furiously: “I’m destined for luxury and workship, I deserve this large, puberty growth of mine!”
It kept going like this, people got more worried, as this chubby and selfish girl got larger and larger. You became more demanding, sometimes you could intimidate people by simple pressing you body up against them, towering above them, showing other girls your superior femininity by pushing your big, overgrown breasts against their puny boobs, overwhelming them, making the size difference crystal clear to them, that you were the bigger, growing, female.
In class you didn’t give a fuck about the lecture anymore, but laid back relaxed, with spread legs and laid-back arms, invading other’s desk space. As the day went, students could then see your legs getting further and further into other student’s desk spaces, your ass cheeks slowly bulge over your pants, hear seams ripping at your chests, bursting sounds from your pants and watched as more and more of your pubic hair was exposed as your pants covered less and less of your crotch. You walked out of class that day with naked feet sprouting out of a ruined pair of tiny, stretched out shoes, some torn, groin-short pants which struggled to contain your thick, healthy thighs and chubby stomach as the fabric dug into your skin. The fly was wide open showing off her shrunken panties which the top of her pussy was sticking out from, most of her pubic hair entirely exposed to everyone. The collar of her shit had torn so wide now that her shirt was now turned into a bra, your potbelly stomach uncovered now entirely, and your breast bulged out from the fabric, bouncing with each step as they were now only held together by the shirt, the tiny bra had snapped off a good while ago. You liked the attention as everyone watched this 8 feet tall, busty girl lumbering through the scared masses with way too small clothing, it made your pussy tingle making you scratch it a little bit, you couldn’t wait to get home and rub it.
You went straight to your room where you, you planted your jiggly, meaty butt on your bed, making it creak and crack, your legs stretching far out into your room, you liked how you were filling the space out. Your hands went immediately down to your big, wet and needy crotch. “You have done such a good job growing so large and big for me,” you whispered, squeezing your big, furry netherlips: “that deserves a reward, some stimulation to expand even larger.” you laid back, stressing your bed even more, fondling your mighty boobs with one hand and stroking your mature cunt with the other, panting and moaning happily.
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