Ariel could feel herself growing. She smiled when she saw the reaction happening. Her tail began to lengthen and her fin grew wider. Her hips widened but in contrast, her waist became smaller. Her bosom became larger to the point where her sea-shell bra might not survive the expansion. And finally her hair flowed longer and more beautiful than it had before. Ariel was now tall enough to match any one of her sisters, and her breasts were much larger than any of theirs.
"Yes! It worked!" Ariel said as she examined her new beautiful body. She ran her hands over her large breasts before rubbing down her waist. She thought about returning the Trident to her father's chambers, and then going to gloat to her Sisters. However, she suddenly noticed that her growth spurt had not yet stopped. She patted down her skin in a vain effort to counteract the effects. But it was no use.
Ariel's head suddenly struck the ceiling of her room. The bottom of her tail fin grazed the ground. Her booty slid across the floor as it continued to grow. Her tail was long now. Her arms were getting caught up in a mess of her now incredibly long hair before they struck against the walls of her room. Soon the coral would give way and she'd break through it.
She suddenly noticed immense pressure on her chest. She looked down to see that her breasts had each swollen past the size of her head! The pressure was caused by the strain on the tiny seashell bra, trying to contain them. At this point, the cups of the shells only covered her large nipples. Finally the straps between the shells and the ones rapping them around her torso gave way. Her chest rose with the release as she took in a breath. The shells flew across the cramped space left in the chamber and finally crashed against her tail fin.
She finally felt the walls of her room give away and she spilled out into the open sea - making a large hole in Atlantica. She looked over herself. She had to be at least fifty feet tall. She looked about the ruin of her room. She rolled onto her side and found the Trident underneath where she'd been sitting. It was still the same size it was when she found it. She slowly picked it up and held it between her thumb and forefinger. It was barely the size of a tiny hair-pin to her. She looked about at all the devastation she caused to the palace so far. And she...
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