This choice: Go on! Wendy grows on, and on... • Go Back...Chapter #14Go on! Wendy grows on, and on... by: Wokod   Vanessa hated her life.
She was supposed to be the school queen, the girl everyone stare at, the popular chick having it easy and teasing her little sister. But it changed. It all changed. From Vanessa Barnes, she had become "Wendy's sister". And every single day was worse than the last. Whatever was happening to Wendy wasn't a growth spurt. Or a strong growth spurt. Not even a unique one, powerful enough to turn her into the world biggest girl.
It was something else. Something most people were afraid to word out.
It was inhuman.
Wendy was growing in ways no one could explain. Everything about her was turning into plain perfection, while her height was increasing faster every day. And if at first she had legs stretching longer and longer, once they looked long enough, her body just enlarged, keeping its amazing proportions. Doctors couldn't understand how Wendy's bones were getting thicker, her muscles stronger, and her body adapting in ways they couldn't really understand. To them, it was almost like Wendy was something new. A new step in evolution. Or... a giantess. The first one ever. Maybe both.
"Move, shrimp!" laughed Wendy as she walked around the house, almost crushing her sister on the way.
"Wendy, be careful you huge freak!" Vanessa barked.
"Who's the freak? Me or the one talking eye to eye with her sister's navel? Get lost tiny, before I get angry!"
And Wendy would rub how huge she was until Vanessa would cry. Vanessa would pray for Wendy's growth to stop, every single night. Only to find her bigger in the morning. And it was just going faster. If at first, Wendy needed months to grow one foot taller, it soon became a couple months only. Then one. And lately, Wendy was growing more than a foot a month, and it was getting faster.
And all along, she still managed to get womanlier, her boobs growing even bigger and rounder, and yet getting sexier. Vanessa couldn't help but stare at them with envy. Even to her, they were sexy. And making her feel small.
9 feet tall became 10. 11. 12. And the numbers were rolling up.
Wendy was becoming both too big for the family house, and too big for most places. And she didn't seem to see it as a problem, but as a pride. On social medias, her name was getting more and more popular, and with every inch she grew, dozens of thousands of new followers would subscribe to her account. She was turning into a worldwide known star. And money flew in, the day she said:
"I have big needs, small people. I need a place to grow, and food. A lot of food. Not even talking about clothes. So I suggest you pay for them because I'm growing big, and soon, there will be the ones who backed me, the ones who didn't. You know you want to be on my good side."
Indeed, people started paying. Fetishists at first, then believers, increasing in number, sure that Wendy was some kind of goddess sent down there to save the world. Some people started to get worried when during an interview, Wendy said:
"I'm growing too big to be ordered around. So I guess if you're not the one receiving the orders, you're the one giving them. Large and in charge."
People would have been furious at this if men weren't hard and horny whenever they looked at Wendy, and if women didn't feel so insecure just by looking at her. There was something... godlike about her.
"Getting smaller everyday, Vanessa, it's starting to be embarrassing." Wendy once told her sister, while towering above her car at a crazy 20 feet tall "One of my breasts is bigger than you are... how did you call them again? Pancakes? Maybe I'll turn you into a pancake one of these days just by putting you between them to show you what a real woman is..."
Vanessa was broken. No one seemed to be able to stop Wendy anymore, and she was all proud and arrogant. Sure, she was too big for most things, including having fun with boys, but Wendy found much more arousing her very own size. And she thought no one deserved to touch her growing, perfect body.
Her growth was still accelerating and soon, 1 foot a week became 1 foot a day.
30 feet tall... 40... 50..
She now lived in a huge cave in the cliffs next to the town, and every day, she'd walk to the beach, mocking the tiny women here, and having a nap in the middle of them, so everyone could stare at her superior body, stares she enjoyed. A lot. Desire and jealousy were the best thing she could ask for after having been small Wendy for so long.
And yet, she knew she was going to be... bigger.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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