Each week was a chore sometimes. New clothes, more food, followed by more new clothes. It was cool at first, but I eventually got kinda worried.
As you might guess, I was getting more stares. I was hit on a lot more the bigger I got, people seemed more interested to help. Which annoyed me, because these people don't know if I'm a total bitch or not. But whatever.
I was growing. I don't know why, but I just was. I grew and grew. Weeks passed, and I inched taller, my breasts swelled, my figure improved. My butt flared out to exactly what I wanted it to be, and then kept in proportion with the rest of my body. My body became the hourglass shape I always wanted, and my body stayed relatively toned.
Everything was easy to deal with at first. As I passed 6 feet, I was beginning to have problems. The first being bras. Finding anything past D was annoying, and I was reaching the mindset that I couldn't buy anything nice since I'd just grow out of it.
Which was right. I kept growing. Everything got smaller and smaller on me, and there wasn't much I could do. I was reduced to go to the salvation army, which had awesome deals by the way. It was all I could do though. I inched taller and taller. Passing 6'3"...6'4"...6'5". My breasts continued to balloon, and my figure amplified even more, to fit my lengthening body. Most chairs were starting to annoy me, and continued to annoy me more and more as the year went by.
Everyone was beginning to hit on me. And I mean everyone. I thought girls would be more bitchy toward me, but even girls who I knew were completely straight began to look at me pretty hard. I enjoyed the attention for a bit...I got lots of free things without even asking.
But still I grew. 6'8"...6'9"...6'10".
Everything continued the same pattern. Buy things, a week or so later, buy new things. I had to start ducking through some doorways, my legs never had enough room to sit, and every class was uncomfortable to sit though as my legs lengthened. I kept growing and growing, and even though my muscles weren't looking huge, they were actually bigger because they had more bone to cover, giving me more strength than I realized.
Still, I grew...passing 7 feet got my heart racing. Passing 7'2" made me almost have a heart attack. Even my hair grew in length and fullness. It was reaching a point that, no matter how much I tried to straighten it, it was always full, and flowing. I didn't mind, but I couldn't have any change to it I guess. It was reaching a point to where when I would look in the mirror, it was like looking at an amazon. I was starting to like it.
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