by: CiHlTy on Jun 9th 2018
You ran into your bedroom and marveled at your mirror image, comparing your new size to the furniture in the background. Your cheeks grew warm, and you felt a tingle rushing through your body. Your whole life you’ve dreamed of being tall, so you actually weren’t surprised to find yourself getting aroused by the sight of the of your new height… and the possibilities your new-found powers offered.
Placing your hands on your hips you smiled brightly. No longer you’ll be overlooked. In the past, only a few men had noticed you, neither on the campus nor on nights out in the town. Despite the fact, you were actually quite stunning, even at your old petite size. You had always sported proportionally long and perfectly-shaped long legs – ‘dancers legs’, as your friend Erika insisted to say - brown eyes and long golden hair, so it was actually quite unfair men didn't drool all over you. Somehow, they had always overlooked you. Your sister Kim had always insisted that you’re actually stunning, talked about your – again proportional - jaw-droppingly curvaceous figure and your beautiful face, which always seemed to glow with radiant beauty, no matter how indignant you were. You had only listened half-heartily. But it would change from now on. People would no longer look down on you! They would notice you. Determined you smiled at your reflection, time to set things right.
“When I grow, it won’t change the past… It’ll be a real-time process!”
Nothing happened, so you decided to put it to the test.
“My breasts grow to an impressive size, even for my new height!”
Almost instantaneously, your skin was being enveloped by an electric tingling sensation, as though it was charged with a vast amount of potential energy. A strange sort of calm enveloped you. Within moments your shirt seemed to be very tight. A sublime, almost celestial warmth was emanating from your nether regions, as your perky breasts were beginning to strain against the confining fabric of your shirt.
“Wow, I’ve no words to describe how good this feels,” you moaned as you dropped down on your bed, unable to move your gaze from your increasingly busty mirror image.
With every passing moment your breasts became fuller and larger, they were already straining the buttons on your shirt. You were at least a small D-cup by now. Looking down, you could see the supple curve of your cleavage emerging from beneath your ever-tightening shirt, with each passing second another millimeter was creeping into view. Unconsciously, you rubbed herself along your inner thighs, your hands continued upwards, occasionally touching your most private parts, and small, kittenish mews were periodically escaping your lips.
"I don’t think this shirt will hold much longer," you purred in ecstasy.
As if to drive home your point, a button on your shirt finally popped under the ever-increasing strain, your breasts pushing further out. Satisfied, you fondled yourself more vigorously, your fingertips felt the damp wetness of your panties even through the cloth of your skirt. Another couple of buttons popped off your increasingly useless shirt. You gasped with pleasure.
Your breasts strained violently against the stretchy fabric of the shirt, until at last the garment could stand no more. The last buttons popped, and the strap of your bra snapped, revealing your new wonderous orbs in all their glory.
Your breasts were magnificent, each curved with a perfect teardrop shape and swollen to the size of your older sister’s head. Even if you had been at your normal height, you would probably need at least a GG-cup by now. Exultant, you swept the last tattered remains of the garment from your body, and slowly rose from the edge of your bed, panting softly, your face flushed with exertion.
“This is so hot! They are enormous, they are perfect… so gigantic, yet so sensitive,” as you marveled at your chest, your hands, as if of their own volition, were beginning to stroke the tips of your enormous breasts.
From a diminutive, plain, but pretty woman, you had turned into a tall amazon with a dynamite body. It was a dream come true. Playfully, you struck a pose for the mirror, one that would shame even the most seasoned cover girl. But suddenly you hesitated. It wasn’t a dream come true… yet. You vividly remembered the dream of the gigantic woman. She had been incredibly tall, but you had dwarfed her, dwarfed everything. It had felt so good, so right, after years of being overshadowed by everyone and everything. You instantaneously knew what you had to next.
“I’ll grow huge… not enormously huge… colossal” you whispered excitedly.
As you spoke each word, your body ballooned outward in punctuated bursts. Your head was inching quickly toward the ceiling. In no time you were past ten feet tall, and what little remained of your clothes looked ridiculously small on your towering frame. Relentlessly, your body was expanding in every direction, your ‘dancer’s legs’ elongating at an incredible rate. The feeling was incredible. Unable to resist your fondled your growing body, loud moans escaped your luscious lips.
“Hey,” you complained, when your head finally hit the ceiling.
Unwilling, to be distracted by this nuisance, you dropped on all fours, still touching yourself and watching you growing body in the mirror. It didn’t take long and even crouched your head grazed the ceiling again. You leaned way over and tried to straighten your legs, but they were too long already, and your firm, round butt already pressed against the ceiling with your long legs still bent. It was immensely arousing. You could only guess your size, but you were pretty sure, you were at least twenty feet tall by now. Unwilling to be trapped by the walls of your bedroom any longer, after all your increasingly enormous body was starting to fill it all up. So, you decided to test your strength. With a mixture of a great grunt and a deep moan, you straightened your legs. Falling plaster of the collapsing ceiling rained down on the ground, your back and against your mighty ass.
As you straightened your tremendous body, rising high above the hole you’ve created, you realized that even the second-floor ceiling was not going to contain you for long. The warmth of the growth was filling your whole body, aroused and gleefully you watched the remains your already laughable small furniture dwindling further and further. Although, you could barely see those remains through the ragged edges of the hole your ascension had created, because your angle was obscured by your monumental breasts. Almost playfully, you widened the hole, the furniture of the owner of the second-floor room dropped on the ground and shattered unceremoniously. Luckily, she wasn’t in her room. He had chosen a good day to leave early, you mused smilingly. Meanwhile, your body was expanding, almost gas-like, to fill every available space, your ascension going faster now than ever before. By now, you had grown so much that -once again - squatting was the only position possible for you at that size. Unwilling to stop and without second thoughts about the dorm, you braced your shoulders against the ceiling of the second floor.
Playfully you knocked on the ceiling with your left index finger. "Better get out of the way! I’m coming through!".
You waited several precious seconds, you felt your side-boobs pressing against the sidewalls, your head grazed against the ceiling, even in your leaned position, your firm round butt-cheeks effortlessly collapsed the wall behind you. Finally, you decided you’ve waited long enough. You bumped your head against the ceiling, then lifted your arms and pressed against the ceiling. Unsurprisingly, it started to crumble against your pressure and buckled suddenly. The third floor housed smaller and more affordable apartments, instead of large spacious apartments with kitchen, living rooms and separate bathrooms, it sported a large shower room for all inhabitants of the third floor of the women’s dorm. In the very same shower room, your tremendous body broke through the floor, like a monster rising out of the ocean. The lights flickered and finally went out, water started gushing from burst ceiling pipes, as your statuesque form pushed through the ceiling. Shocked students from the third floor – many of them too overwhelmed to cover their naked bodies with towels or even move from the spot - stood back in shock as you extended your towering body through the hole you had created. Unwilling to hurt them, you shifted the position of your torso before you straightened yourself, so your monumental breasts won’t -literally- pull the rug out from under their feet, just by straightening yourself. As you unbent your legs, your head hit the third-floor ceiling. With an orgasmic smile on your beautiful features, you realized you were already more than three stories tall.
Even through the haze of your growing arousal, you heard the panicked screams and the sound of fleeing feet on wet tiles. You suddenly felt guilty, there was no need to hurt your fellow students.
"I've got to get out of here," you decided, unwilling to stop your growth spurts. Determined you slammed your elbow against the inner side of the outer wall. It shook, large cracks appeared around the freshly created crater of impact, but it endured. So, you slammed it again. The wall collapsed in a cloud of dust. Pleased by your enormous strength you were starting to bend over more and more as you continued to grow taller. You had to leave fast.
"Excuse me," you purred as you ducked out the freshly created hole in the wall.
Finally, you were able to stand up to your full height. Grinning you realized your shoulders were already higher than the roof. Satisfied, you stretched your enormous body, now unconfined by the constraints of the building.
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