Joanna lounged in her upper-class suburban backyard, frowning beneath her dark sunglasses. The woman lay by the pool in her black bunk in, which did a poor job of concealing her generous bust and hips, although its color did nicely highlight her salon tan and bleached blond hair. It wasn’t her hair or her tits or really any part of her body she was frowning at: it was the other bodies paying her no heed.
Her backyard was on a slight decline, so while on her back patio, one could see over the white wooden fence and into the street abutting her house. It was Joanna’s preferred spot to recline and watch the passers by, and allow them to watch her as well. Ever since getting this home when she split from her third husband, she’d enjoyed displaying the enhanced breasts she’d gotten from her second husband for all the sexy high school boys and girls to see. She knew she was loathed by most of the parents in the neighborhood for her obvious intent, but what were those jealous harpies going to do about it? Joanna was sexy, and she knew it.
At least, she thought she did.
It bothered her how school had been out for almost an hour now and none of the schoolboys or girls passing by had even given her nearly-bare body a passing glance. It simply wasn’t fair: she was so pent-up, and she’d paid so much money to look like she was still in her thirties…what had gone wrong?
Was she…getting too old for this lifestyle?
Shuddering at the thought, Joanna didn’t look down as she reaches by the left side of her deck chair for her bottle of wine. She needed to wash these feelings away and get back on her game, and she was so focused on this purpose that she didn’t realize it wasn’t wine she held.
Her wine was on the right side of her chair. On the left side was a bottle of plant food left behind by the lawn boy;; perhaps if she’d been paying more attention to his work as opposed to his shirtlessness, Joanna would have realized this.
She didn’t realize anything until she’d h already had several swigs of the stuff. It didn’t taste terrible, but it certainly wasn’t the overpriced grape juice she’d expected. With a surprised exclamation, Joanna looked at the label, showing a puny little flower replaced with a massive, hulking stalk of a plant.
“…Jumbo Gro? What the hell is Jumbo Gro?” She asked nobody in particular. As if in answer to her question, the cougar suddenly moaned, dropping the bottle and rubbing her tummy.
“What…what’s happening? Is it…poison? But it feels…good!”
With a decidedly unladylike belch, Joanna’s entire body began to grow and expand, her black bikini sent flying like a flicked rubber band from the force of her engorging tits and ass. She moaned again as she rose higher and wider, her deck chair shattered as it fell to her cheeks. Standing in surprise, Joanna gasped as she realized she now saw over the top of her house.
She had to be at least twenty feet tall, with an ass the size of a minivan. She’d gained a gut to go with it, but who could complain when her tits had also kept pace?
“So…so sexy! So big!” She gasped. “So…so horny…”
She smirked evilly; none of those sexy boys or girls will say ‘no’ to her ever again. She was big enough to take whatever and whoever she wanted!
1) Head to the municipal gym to find the boy’s swim team. All those powerful, lithe bodies will be hers.
2) Go to the high school and crash cheer practice. Those pretty girls should appreciate real tits.
3) Joanna should have watched where the bottle rolled, because her neighbor and personal arch enemy Trixie has it now…
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