Different post than usual. I have two stories that use this picture. One of them is in the blog currently but the other one has been lost to time
I've searched for it but can't locate it anywhere along with several other posts. If you could find the og post with this pic. I'd be very thankful and even willing to venmo or PayPal a 20 for it.
It was a slow growth story where she takes a pill and slowly gets taller. She goes to the website and watches another woman get taller right before she starts to grow into a giantess as well.
If this post is still up it means that the og story hasn't been found yet. Thank you as always.
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Cindy Johnson, a former racetrack flag girl, is turning heads and burning rubber on the competitive racing circuit. Known for her jaw-dropping curves, Cindy is more than just a pretty face. She's a fierce competitor who's left the boys in the dust and made a name for herself as one of the most promising racers in the game.
Cindy's rise to fame began at the 2012 Indiana Open when one of the drivers fell ill and she took the wheel. With no prior racing experience, horrified onlookers expected her to crash and burn, but she surprised them all by crossing the finish line in first place. The crowd was in awe.
In the years since that fateful race, Cindy has been a force to be reckoned with. Her breasts and confidence have turned heads both on and off the track, but it's her skill behind the wheel that has earned her respect from her peers and fans alike.
Cindy's success hasn't come without its challenges, however. She's faced criticism from those who underestimate her skills and focus on her physical appearance. But Cindy doesn't let the naysayers get her down. She's determined to prove them wrong and become the champion that she knows she can be.
And it looks like Cindy's dream may become a reality. With the 2023 championship race just around the corner, she's poised to take the checkered flag and cement her place in racing history. Her fans can't wait to see her in action, and Cindy is ready to show them what she's made of.
But with all her success, there's one question that's on everyone's mind: what's the secret behind Cindy's success? Cindy herself has a theory. "It's the airbags," she jokes, gesturing towards her assets. "They give me an unfair advantage."
With a wink and a grin, Cindy proves that she's not just a talented racer, but a woman who knows how to have fun and not take herself too seriously. And with her eyes on the prize, there's no telling what this sultry speedster will do next.
It's so funny, isn't it? How easy it was to get back into our old apartment. I lived here for so long, I practically know every inch of this place. You clearly don't though. That's why you didn't notice the camera I set up that caught you cheating on me with that slutty little thing with the big jugs who lived next door. You thought I wouldn't find out, but I did. And now here we are, just like old times, except this time, you're the one that's tied up and gagged.
I still love you, you know. Even after all you've done. I know I can be a little unhinged sometimes, but that's just because I care so much. I just want us to be together again, like we used to be. And I know that's what you want too, deep down. You just got a little lost along the way. But don't worry, I'm here to help you find your way back.
Did you know that I've had dozens of plastic surgeries since we broke up? I wanted to look just like her, the woman you cheated on me with. I wanted to be everything you ever wanted. And now, look at me. I'm practically a carbon copy of her. Don't you think I look beautiful? Don't you think I look just like her? I did it all for you, you know.
But enough about that. Let's talk about us. I know you're probably scared right now, but there's nothing to be afraid of. I'm not going to hurt you. In fact, I want to make things right between us. That's why I brought this knife. I want us to cut the ties that bind us, so we can start fresh. So, here it is. I'll set it down between us, and we can decide together what to do next.
Oh, and before I forget, do you like my new fat jugs? I got them done just for you. They're bigger than hers, you know. I thought you might like that. So, what do you say? Can we get back together? I promise I'll be good this time. I'll be the perfect girlfriend. We'll be happy again, just like we used to be. All you have to do is say yes.
Oh, honey, look at you! You're staring at my tits like they're the only thing that matters in this world! Can't blame you though, can I? They are pretty amazing. Round, firm, and perky, just the way you like them. I know you're dying to touch them, but you can't have them yet. You gotta earn that privilege, baby.
I mean, you're practically drooling all over yourself. It's like you've never seen a pair of boobs before. I bet you're picturing them bouncing up and down while I ride you, huh? Or maybe you're imagining them covered in whipped cream, waiting for you to lick it all off. God, you're such a horny little fucker. But let me tell you something, babe. These tits aren't just for show. They're powerful weapons, and I know how to use them. I can make you do anything I want. Watch this.
See? You're putty in my hands. I could make you jump off a cliff if I wanted to. But don't worry, I won't do that. I like having you around. You're good for a laugh. And speaking of laughs, have you ever noticed how dumb you look when you're staring at my tits like that? Your mouth is all agape, and your eyes are bulging out of your head. It's like you're a little kid at a candy store. It's fucking hilarious.
But don't worry, honey. I won't hold it against you. I know you can't help yourself. You're just a man, after all. And these tits are like a magnet for your eyes. They draw you in and keep you captivated. I could be saying the most boring shit in the world, and you wouldn't even notice, as long as my cleavage is in your line of sight. So go ahead, keep staring. I'll just sit here and enjoy the power I have over you. Because let's face it, without these tits, I'm just another woman. But with them, I'm a goddess. And you, my dear, are at my mercy.
Tamara leaned against the makeup kiosk, scrolling through her phone as she ignored the customers milling about. Her blonde hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders as she expertly applied makeup to her face. She looked up as she heard a voice behind her, and saw a lumpy middle-aged woman staring at her expectantly.
Tamara rolled her eyes, annoyed at the interruption. "Can I help you?" she asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
The woman hesitated for a moment, then spoke up. "Yes, I was wondering if you could recommend a good lipstick for me."
Tamara let out a sigh and turned back to her phone, barely acknowledging the woman's question. "We have a whole range of lipsticks, just pick one," she muttered.
The woman's face reddened in anger. "Excuse me? I'm a paying customer and I deserve to be treated with respect."
Tamara snorted. "Respect? You're in a mall, not a five-star hotel. If you want respect, go somewhere else."
The woman glared at her, her eyes narrowing. "Fine. If that's how you want to be, have it your way," she said before storming off.
Tamara shrugged, dismissing the encounter from her mind. But as the day wore on, she found herself increasingly distracted. She couldn't focus on her work and kept catching glimpses of herself in the mirrors around the kiosk. Her shirt felt tighter and her lips felt like they were swelling.
As her shift ended, Tamara left the mall and began walking home. But she couldn't help but stop and stare at her reflection in every window she passed. She was transfixed by her own image, unable to look away. She felt a headache coming on, and her body felt strange and tingly. When she finally made it home, Tamara turned off all the lights and sat in complete darkness. She stewed on her interaction with the woman. She knew she had been rude, but it didn't excuse the woman's behavior.
She got up and went to the bathroom, flicking on the light. As she looked into the full-length mirror, she froze in place. Her body began to change, slowly at first but then rapidly. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. Her breasts swelled as her waist cinched in, her hips widened, and her lips became puffy and full. Her tits strained against her shirt until they were impossibly large. Eventually, she burst out of her clothes, standing naked and exposed in front of her own reflection.
Tamara couldn't look away or move as the transformation continued for hours. Eventually, she blinked and felt a wave of thirst wash over her. She stumbled out of the bathroom and grabbed her phone, only to find hundreds of texts and missed calls. As she scrolled through the messages, Tamara realized in horror that she had been looking in the mirror for three days.
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Oh, look who it is! My little brother, caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Or, should I say, caught with his eyes on my OnlyFans? I saw your username, you know. I've known for months that you've been drooling over my videos and photos. I also know what that "protein powder" you've been offering me is doing to my body! Did you really think I didn't know what you were up to? I've been eating it up and look at me now. You made me taller, bustier, and hotter than ever before.
Well, I'll tell you what, little bro. If you want me to keep your dirty little secret, you'll have to give me what I want. And what I want is more of that powder. And don't you dare think of giving me some cheap, low-quality stuff. I want the good stuff. The stuff that makes me grow. If you can't give me what I want, I'll be forced to tell Mommy Dearest all about your little hobby. And we both know that won't end well for you.
But, if you do manage to get your hands on some more powder, I might just let you "help" me with my videos. After all, you're the reason I'm so popular now. So, who knows? Maybe you have some talent when it comes to this sort of thing. And let's face it, you owe me. I mean, you've been getting off on my videos for months without me even knowing about it. So, it's time for you to repay the favor.
Today's meditation was particularly invigorating. I found myself effortlessly slipping into a state of mindfulness, and before I knew it, I had been standing on my hands for what felt like hours. The incense was burning, and the soft glow of the candle cast a warm and serene aura over the room. As I focused on my breathing, I felt my body begin to tingle, and my consciousness drifted to my chest.
I remember when I first joined this community, my breasts were practically nonexistent. But with the help of our spiritual practices, I've been able to dramatically increase my size in the past few months. It's been an incredible sensation, feeling myself swell and become more defined with each passing day. The gentle touch of my fingers as I meditated sent shivers down my spine, and I found myself lost in the sensations of my nipples becoming more and more sensitive. It's almost as if my breasts have become a focal point for my spirituality. Playing with my nipples has become a sacred act, one that brings me closer to the divine. I know that some may find this obsession strange, but I find it empowering to embrace my sensuality in this way.
My motivation for this growth isn't just for myself, but for the community and our leader. I want to be a divine soul and a worthy wife for our leader, who has helped us all grow in immeasurable ways. With each passing day, I feel more and more aligned with our spiritual beliefs and the practices we follow. As I conclude my diary entry, I repeat my mantra, "May our leader continue to guide me on my path to growth and enlightenment."
Take the picture already, damn it! Do you know how long I've been standing here in the snow, trying to look all sexy and shit? My ass is frozen to the core, and I'm about to turn into a human popsicle. I can't wait to get into the hot tub you promised me. Ugh, why is this taking so long? Are you trying to make me suffer? Oh, what the hell is that? Holy shit, my pussy is vibrating!
W-what kind of k-kinky shit is this? You put a vibrator in me? I wasn't expecting that, but damn, it feels sooo good. I'm sorry for being such a brat, I should have trusted you. I can't even s-speak properly! I'm sorry for being such a bratty bitch earlier, I promise I'll behave from now on. Just stop, please. Oh, thank god. That was intense. I don't know how much more I could have taken. You know what? Let's forget about the hot tub. Can we just stay here in the snow and take more pictures? I'm having so much fun now!
As she walked through the door of her modest apartment, the mousy woman let out a deep sigh, her tired feet aching from a long day of work at the fast food restaurant where she toiled away. She peeled off her grease-stained uniform, revealing a plain, unremarkable body that she had always been ashamed of.
She slipped into her bed and closed her eyes, feeling the exhaustion wash over her. Almost immediately, her mind transported her to another world, where she was tall and stunningly beautiful, with curves that would make a goddess envious. She reveled in the newness of it all, admiring her toned legs and firm, ample breasts, feeling a sense of power that she had never experienced before.
Daddy, it's been- turn your phone around. Daddy, turn the phone. Good, now take your finger off the camera. Okay, let me start again. Daddy, it's been too long since we've seen each other, and I hope you've been doing well. You've had some big changes in my life since we last spoke. Most noticeably, these, my implants. They've made me feel more like a real woman and have attracted many "boy toys" who shower me with gifts.
They love to run their hands over my curves, and I relish in their attention. But, these curves didn't come cheap. In fact, they were paid for with a past loan from you. I know it may come as a shock to see me now, but I hope you'll accept me. I'm still the same person on the inside, and I hope you can see that. And Daddy, if you want to look, you can.
Oh, look, my phone just dinged. It's another money gift from one of my suitors. See, Daddy? My investments are paying off. And don't worry; I'll pay you back VERY quickly. I may be a bimbo, but I'm not irresponsible.
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The sun had long since set and the stars glittered in the sky as Amanda sat alone in her bedroom, a sense of melancholy creeping over her. Her husband, David, had left earlier that day for a year-long work assignment overseas, and the thought of being apart from him for so long left her feeling empty and lost. As she sat on the edge of the bed, her mind was suddenly drawn to the small gift box that David had given her earlier that day.
Opening it, she found an electric toothbrush, her heart sinking at the thought of receiving a household item instead of something more romantic like a necklace or ring. David had explained that the toothbrush was not just any ordinary toothbrush. He had recorded messages for her to listen to while she brushed her teeth, messages that would keep them connected even when they were far apart. Amanda was hesitant but decided to give the toothbrush a try the night after he left.
As she brushed her teeth, she was surprised to hear David's voice coming from the device, his words causing a flush to spread across her cheeks. "Your teeth are so perfect, my love. But it's your body I miss the most," David's voice murmured sensually. "I can't wait to feel you in my arms again, to taste your lips and explore every inch of you." Amanda's heart raced as she finished brushing her teeth, a wave of desire coursing through her body. She felt herself growing wet with anticipation, and the knowledge that David was thinking of her in the same way only intensified the feeling.
Over the next few months, Amanda found herself using the toothbrush every morning and night, looking forward to hearing David's voice and feeling the vibrations against her body. As she continued to use the toothbrush, she began to notice subtle changes in her body, her breasts growing fuller and rounder, her hips widening. At first, Amanda was hesitant, unsure of what was happening to her body. But the more she used the toothbrush, the more she began to enjoy the sensation of her larger tits vibrating against her skin, the more she found herself sensually sucking on the device. As the months wore on, Amanda's obsession with the toothbrush grew. She would use it for hours on end, desperate for the sensation it provided. Her body changed more and more, her curves becoming more exaggerated, her waist shrinking until she looked like a bimbo.
Finally, the day arrived when David was due to return home. That night, as she used the toothbrush one last time before he arrived, she flipped it around as he had instructed her to do. David's voice crackled through the device, a hint of lust in his tone. "Use the toothbrush to hold you over until I arrive, my love. I can't wait to be inside you again, to feel your body quiver beneath mine." Amanda moaned as she brought the toothbrush to her pussy, feeling her body tremble with desire. She knew that in just a few short hours, she would finally be reunited with David, the man who had made her feel more alive than she ever had before. "I love you," David's voice whispered, his words causing a shiver of pleasure to course through her body. "I love you too," Amanda whispered back, knowing that the night ahead of them was sure to be unforgettable.
I cannot believe what I just found on your computer. After all these years, you still think about petite women? Is my body not enough for you? Do you not see how hurtful that is? I have always been proud of my curves and my height, but now I feel like an ugly bimbo who can't compare to those tiny little things you seem to be obsessed with.
You know what? Let me show you just how "ugly" and "bimbo" I can be. Look at me, flaunting my tits and towering over you. Do you see how confident I am in my own skin? Do you see how much I love my body? This is the real me, the one you fell in love with, not some tiny little thing that you can't even see over the counter.
Do you even realize how ridiculous this is? You have a beautiful, curvy, and confident wife right in front of you, and you're still searching for petite women on the internet? What is wrong with you? Are you so insecure that you need to look at those tiny little things to feel better about yourself?
I'm not going to stand for this anymore. I deserve to be loved and appreciated for who I am, not for some ridiculous standard that you can't even meet. If you can't see the beauty in me, then maybe you don't deserve me at all.
So, think long and hard about what you really want. Do you want some tiny little thing that you can't even see over the counter, or do you want a real woman who loves herself and loves you? The choice is yours, but I won't be around if you choose wrong.
Hey girl, it's been too long! I'm just living my best life in my new apartment, and I had to call you up and tell you all about it. It's like, totally lit! I moved out of that basement apartment into one with loads of windows, and it's like a whole new vibe. I'm feeling so much more energized, and I swear I'm growing - like, physically!
I'm serious, girl, I've put on a few pounds since moving in, and I swear it's all thanks to these windows. I mean, think about it, more sunlight equals more vitamin D, which equals more happiness, which equals more eating! I'm telling you, it's science. And my boobs? Oh my gosh, they're huge now! I guess all that extra sunlight is making them grow too. Not that I'm complaining or anything, but I might need to invest in some new bras.
But seriously, this place is amazing. I've got a view of the city skyline that is just chef's kiss. And the natural light is so amazing, I feel like I'm living in one of those Pinterest-worthy apartments. I've got my plants all lined up on the windowsill, soaking up the rays, and I just feel like everything is falling into place.
Which is why I was thinking... you should totally move in with me! Can you imagine how much fun we'd have, just basking in all this sunlight? We could have brunch on the balcony, and sip mimosas while we soak up the vitamin D.
Oh, come on now, you want me to do the dance again? Alright, I'll do it, but just so you know, I'm not entirely sure that it's the dance that makes my boobs grow. I mean, it's just a silly little routine, isn't it? But hey, if it makes you happy, I'm willing to do it.
Okay, let me start with my hands, twirling them above my shoulders like this. And now my hips, I'll shake them back and forth. You really do like it when I dance, don't you? Well, who can blame you, I suppose. It's not every day you get to see your partner dance a silly little ritual for fertility.
Wait a minute, do my hips feel...bigger? They do! Oh my goodness, I can't believe it! This is incredible! It feels so good to grow like this, like a blooming flower. I can feel my curves getting more pronounced and my body becoming more womanly. It's like I'm experiencing a second puberty or something.
Wow, I can't believe how much I've grown just from doing this dance. I wonder how much bigger I can get? Okay, let's do it again, but this time with some music. I want to do it better this time, really get into it and see just how much I can grow.
Okay, okay, okay. Listen, listen, listen. I have to tell you something. You won't believe it. You won't believe what's happened to me. It's like something out of a science fiction movie. I feel like I'm in a dream, or a nightmare. I don't know which one. You have to promise me you won't judge me, okay? Please don't judge me.
So, you remember that lab we were in yesterday, right? The one where we were working on that experiment for Professor Johnson? Well, something happened. Something terrible. I spilled the sample. The one we were supposed to be testing. It was supposed to be harmless, right? Just some kind of serum or solution or whatever. But when I spilled it on myself, something... changed.
At first, I didn't even notice. I mean, it was just a little drop, right? But then I started to feel... different. It's hard to explain. Like my body was... growing. Expanding. Like I was filling up with air or water or something. And then I noticed my clothes. They were tight. Tighter than they had been before. And not just in the waistband or the sleeves. Everywhere. My shirt was stretching across my chest, my pants were hugging my hips. It was like... I don't know. It was like I was becoming... more.
I know that sounds crazy. I know it does. But it's true. Look at me. Do you see? Do you see how stretched my top is now? Do you see how... how much more there is? And it's not just my clothes, either. It's my body. My actual body. I feel... different. And not just physically. Emotionally, too. It's like... it's like I'm more confident. More... powerful. Like I can do anything. And it feels so good.
I know that sounds terrible. I know it does. But it's true. I can't help it. I feel amazing. I feel... sexy. There, I said it. I feel sexy. And I hate myself for it. I hate myself for liking it. And you know what's even worse? I want more. I want to be even bigger. Even more... voluptuous. I want to see how far I can go. And I know that's messed up. I know it is. But I can't help it.
And that's why I need your help. I don't know what to do. Should we tell Professor Johnson what happened? Should we try to reverse whatever this is? Or should we keep it a secret between us? So I can use the rest of the sample to make myself even bigger? I know, I know. It's crazy. It's insane. But I can't help it. I just want... more.
And I know I'm not making sense. I'm forgetting words and stumbling over my sentences. I know I sound like an idiot. But I used to be smart, you know? I used to be really smart. And now... now I feel like I'm losing my mind. Like I'm becoming something else entirely. I don't even know what to call it. A monster? A freak? A... a sex bomb?
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As the sun set in the distance, casting its last rays of light on the bustling city streets, a scruffy ginger male Uber driver sat behind the wheel of his car, lamenting his situation. "A veteran like me shouldn't have to resort to driving for Uber to make ends meet," he muttered under his breath. As he pulled up to the curb and turned off the ignition, he let out a deep sigh. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a joint, feeling the familiar comfort of the weed as he lit it up.
But just as he was settling into his high, his phone buzzed with a notification. His heart skipped a beat as he saw that the reward for the new drive offer was twice the amount he made in a day. He rubbed his eyes, feeling a little dazed, but decided to accept the ride anyway. He drove off, the wind whipping through his hair, feeling sober enough to handle the task at hand.
As he pulled up to the pick-up location, his eyes widened as he saw a beautiful busty raven-haired model waiting for him. He tried his best not to ogle her as she climbed into the back seat, making nervous small talk with her as the weed high intensified. He couldn't help but glance at her curves in the rearview mirror, feeling a pang of desire stirring within him. And then, to his surprise, he noticed her breasts bouncing up and down as if she were flexing her pectoral muscles.
He blinked, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. And then it hit him - she was spelling out a message in Morse code with the pattern of her bounces. How high was he? He couldn't believe his eyes, but he continued to stare, disregarding traffic as he deciphered her message. And then, to his shock, he realized that she was expressing her desire to have sex with him.
He nearly lost control of the car as she caught his eye in the mirror, a seductive smile on her lips. She offered to pay him more if he was willing to indulge her desires. He swallowed hard, feeling a mix of excitement and fear. His work day wasn't over yet, and he wasn't sure if he was ready for what lay ahead. But he couldn't resist the temptation, and so he pulled over to the side.
Hey, are you awake yet? You know, I think something happened to me last night. I mean, I can barely fit into my bra now! Just look at these girls! They're like two balloons ready to pop!
I never thought that sex could make such a difference in my body, but damn! I feel like I've been transformed into a new woman! I gotta say, babe, you really did a number on me. I've never felt so... full. And it's not just my boobs either, my whole body is buzzing with energy. I don't know what kind of magic you've got going on down there, but I'm all for it. I'm ready for round two, and three, and four... I hope you're ready for some serious action, because I'm not letting you off the hook anytime soon. So buckle up, baby, because you're in for a wild ride. And who knows, maybe my tits will grow even bigger!
