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The Cure but Bigger – Part Two

Olivia walked down the street in a daze, her footsteps lethargic. She felt disconnected from the world and not just because she was outgrowing it. By now, she was the tallest person to ever live, her extreme case of growthitus officially putting her in the history books. It wasn’t how she wanted to be remembered; it wasn’t how she wanted any of this to be. When she’d been told she had the rare condition, she hadn’t been worried.

The doctor had been very understanding and reassuring. “Most people with growthitus only gain a couple of inches, five or six in most cases.” A few, he had gone on to explain, could grow several feet taller but it was highly unlikely in Olivia’s case. And even if she did grow a few feet, well, it wasn’t going to be the end of the world. She’d tower over people. It might be kind of cool.

This wasn’t cool. Her life was ruined. Her house was destroyed. She couldn’t go to a bar or a restaurant or a club. There was almost nowhere she could find shelter from the elements. At her feet, cars swerved around her, a few blasting their horns. Olivia walked on, the ground cracking beneath her feet.

Watching all of this unfold, her team were helpless and heartbroken. Olivia was usually so upbeat, even if she sang about heartbreak a great deal. This Olivia was sombre, lifeless. Jacob felt guilty, he had suggested Reductimax but he hadn’t any idea this would happen, it had worked for his cousin. Maybe, he told himself, it wasn’t the Reductimax at all, it could have been anything.

Even so, the team were huddled together, brainstorming. Someone had brought a whiteboard; it was distressingly empty. Gail was on her phone, scrolling endlessly. “Okay, what about this?” she said, “it’s this new shrink ray thing from China.” It went up on the board. There was some debate about whether or not the shrink ray was even legal in the US.

On the TV that was on the wall of the meeting room, Olivia stopped and picked up a car and a bus. “I used to be able to fit in a car,” she said morosely. The team looked at each other. Legal or not, they were going to do what they could for Olivia.

A few hours later, a helicopter flew towards the towering pop star, carrying a large black box underneath. The box powered up and a concentrated beam of energy flowed into the singer. Her hair stood on end, static electricity coursing through her body. Olivia gasped as she felt the energy inside her. The team watched with bated breath; the whole world did.

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The Cure but Bigger – Part One

Olivia ducked her head under the doorway and sighed. She had hoped her growth would have stopped by now. If anything, it only seemed to be getting faster. The pop star had done everything that had been recommended; she’d changed her diet, tried shrinking tablets, and, no matter what her doctor believed, no, she hadn’t been hanging around radioactive waste. Whatever solution people came up with for her condition only seemed to make it worse.

Soon, she wouldn’t have to worry about ducking under doorways, she wouldn’t fit inside most buildings at all. But she couldn’t think like that, she would find a solution. There was reason to be optimistic. Her case of exaggerated growth had garnered a lot of attention and offers of help. Someone somewhere would find the answer that would return her to normal.

For now, though, she was determined to continue living her life as normally as possible, and that meant recording a music video for her new album. The song was called The Cure and she almost laughed at the irony, she had written it before she’d started growing and the script had called for her stomping on a little house at the end of the video. Soon I’ll be able to stomp on actual houses.

As soon as she was in place in the studio and the cameras started rolling, Olivia’s raw, emotional performance was one of the most powerful of her career. She brought several members of the crew to the brink of tears as her words, fuelled by the desperation of her growth, led to her singing a song that everyone in the room was convinced would be a huge hit and resonate with fans across the world.

She sat down after, a comically small can of soda in her giant hand as those around her congratulated her on the video and her flawless rendition of the song. There was still editing work to be done but the director said that it had been one of the smoothest music videos they had ever done.

Out of the blue, Jacob piped up and said, “have you tried taking Reductimax?”

“That sounds like a spell out of Harry Potter,” Olivia frowned as she reached for her phone, barely managing to unlock it with her oversized fingers as she went to look it up.

“It’s good stuff. It works. My cousin had growthitus. Started using Reductimax and was back to his usual 5’9 in a month.”

Reductimax was expensive and apparently still experimental but at this point, she figured, what did she have to lose? Olivia placed the order. A box arrived at her house the next morning. 30 tablets, one to be taken every day. Olivia had to do a reshoot for a bit of The Cure’s video so it wasn’t until she got home that evening that she placed the first one on her tongue and swallowed. She hadn’t even changed out of her nurse’s uniform. Olivia wasn’t expecting instant results and didn’t notice any change until she stood up and whacked her head off the ceiling. She hadn’t gotten shorter; she’d grown taller again.

The straps weren't going to last much longer and neither was Kim. Flames of arousal and fluster licked at her pink cheeks as her best friends sat on either side of her. Each heavy beat of her heart made her whole body pulse, her breasts inching forward with each one. Her tank top had mostly fit when she put it on that evening but now it was on its last legs. She wanted desperately to get up and go hide in her room, or, at the very least, change, but she couldn't move. She was rooted in place. All she could do was tremble and whimper and grow.

A pair of lips brushed against the left side of Kim's neck, a low chuckle vibrating between them. Michelle let a warm breath waft over Kim's sensitive skin. Down below, somewhere on the other side of the mountain of tit in front of her, Michelle's fingers drummed intentionally against the side of her flustered friend's leg. "Hmm... I don't know, Julie..." Michelle was doing her best to make her voice sensual and sultry and, by god, it was working. Kim let out a strained groan, her eyes fluttering. Michelle pressed on. "You said that she was a grower but... I just don't see it! Are you sure?"

The growing girl in the middle nearly melted into a puddle as Julie leaned in from the other side, resting her arms on Kim's shoulder and letting her own, rather large breasts squish against her upper arm. "What do you mean, Michelle?" She spoke innocently enough, but the way she ground her tits against Kim suggested otherwise.

Michelle leaned in, matching Julie's pose, talking to each other about the busty girl between them as if she weren't in the room. "Well, you said that if we worked together, and gave Kim a good tease, we might see some growing, but we've been at it all night and I just haven't seen it!" Michelle pouted. "I was really hoping to see a flustered cutie grow some absolutely gargantuan tits. Some truly monstrous udders. Some massive, sloshy milkers." With each lewd name, Michelle leaned in a bit closer and Kim tensed, her breasts swelling just a tiny bit larger. After the last one, Michelle leaned back just a little and breathed out a slow sigh. "But, I guess I'm just out of luck."

Too busy dealing with her growing tits, already sitting in her own lap, Kim never saw Julie bite her lip or the arousal that was forming on her face as well. "Oh, but Michelle! Haven't you seen?" Kim let out a yelp, her breasts surging in size, as Julie reached forward and grabbed one of the growing breasts between them. "All you have to look down here and you'll see some of the biggest, most beautiful, and still growing tits that you've ever seen!"

"...g-guys..." Kim had never made a more pathetic sound in her life.

Michelle feigned a gasp, glancing down towards the avalanche of tit spilling off of her friend's chest. "Oh, my goodness! How could I have missed those monstrous udders?! And... fuck me, they are! They're still getting bigger!"

"...g-guysssss..." As Kim squeezed her thighs together, the tits resting on top of them wobbled and sloshed. She was nearing her limit, but she wanted them to stop just as much as she wished they wouldn't.

A small bump was forming through the fabric of Kim's overworked top and Julie didn't hesitate to start making circles around it with her finger. "They're incredible, aren't they? So big and beautiful and round and heavy. God, it just makes you want to do all sorts of things to them, doesn't it? Tease them. Grope them. Squeeze them. Suck on them. Worship them. Bury your entire fucking head between them!"

The two women on either side of Kim started to giggle, but they were cut off by Kim's outcry. "Aaaahnnn~ GUYS! I—" She didn't have time to finish the thought. Her head shot back and another moan rolled out of her. She arched her back and thrust her chest forward. Before their eyes, Kim's tits ballooned outward. They expanded in every direction, growing bigger and heavier by the second.

Without any fanfare, the straps finally gave way and Kim's tits tumbled forward. They spread out under their own weight, covering her lap almost completely. Her nipples, now exposed to the air, quivered and twitched and ached for attention. "F-fuck..." Kim spoke through ragged breaths. "You guys... owe me... a new... shirt..."

The two women looked at each other. They looked down at the astronomically, impossibly huge tits between them. Michelle purred as she leaned in, placing a hand on the tit closest to her and burying her face against the crook of Kim's neck. She could feel the tit pulsing larger under her hand as she kissed her way up the side of Kim's neck, along the edge of her jaw, before nibbling on Kim's earlobe. The busty, growing woman was lost, moaning as she felt Michelle's breath on her ear.

No, no, not at all! Actually, growing fabulously tall with torso-covering titties and a pair of hips that more than double the width of your shoulders would have little impact at all! In fact, in terms of your daily activities, going bigger may actually enhance them!

By "daily activities", you meant staying at home and sitting in front of your computer while you groped and rubbed yourself to the sound of lewd moaning from the porn on the screen while your brain leaked out between your thighs, right?

Because, wanting a body like that, I really can't imagine that you'd be fit for much else!

As long as you don't try anything silly like going through doorways or sliding panties over your thick thighs and wide hips or sitting in any singular seat made for a normal human being—whether that's a car seat or an airplane seat or a stool at a bar—you can make your ass and hips as big as you want!

If you're not trying to do something crazy like seeing where you're going or wearing a bra that can fit into our standard 26-letter alphabet or going for a job without giving yourself a black eye from bouncing all over the place or be seen as anything other than walking, jiggling titporn, go ahead and give yourself the breasts of your dreams!

If you have no interest in doing things like standing all the way up in a room without hitting your head on a ceiling or being anything but obvious and conspicuous in public or just generally fitting in any kind of confined space, including clothing that you don't immediately burst out of, then let yourself grow bigger and taller to your heart's content!

At the end of the day, the inconveniences only come from actually trying to do things. Making yourself a towering giantess with tits to eclipse the sun and [insert ass/moon joke here] just limits what you can do without encountering inconveniences. Going about your day feeling like you fit in clothing, vehicles, and even entire rooms would be a hassle. Living your daily life without being revered and gawked at as a symbol of frighteningly intense femininity would be next to impossible.

Air rushed into Cammie's lungs in a gasp, both in shock and at the sudden relief in pressure from her cheer uniform bursting open. She meant to scream, but the pleasure that radiated from her rapidly inflating tits blended the sound with a deep, needy moan. Her eyes fluttered, clouding over with momentary lust, before rage returned. Cammie glared at the nerd standing in front of her with a fury and heat that made the beam of the growth ray seem positively frigid.

"What do you want me to say?! Your routine sucked! You showed up in tight jeans and, as far as we could tell, no bra at all, you couldn't keep rhythm, and, at most, you knew a third of the moves! We rejected you because you were fucking awful, not because we were bullying you! But, if this is how you're going to act, maybe we should have bullied you! You graceless, uncoordinated, entitled fucking bitch!"

The ray's effects still held strong. The sound of straining fabric filled the air as Cammie's breasts bulged up over the cups of the bra and tried their best to push under the wire. The clasp groaned and strained and the fabric strained against the pressure. Cammie only had one option. She steeled herself and made a frantic lunge towards the woman in front of her, hoping that her athleticism would give her the advantage. Unfortunately, the new growth on her chest had shifted her center of gravity higher than she was used to. Cammie tripped. She fumbled. She managed to grab the gun out of her assailant's hands, but she couldn't keep her balance. While her breasts might have cushioned her fall, the loud CRUNCH shortly after sent a chill up her spine. Slowly, Cammie raised herself off the ground. Underneath her was the ray gun or, rather, what was left of it.

Suddenly, a large crack across the barrel started to glow, a pale light pouring out of it. The light quickly grew brighter and brighter, Cammie moaning as, once again, warmth filled her. Just as it seemed like it couldn't get any brighter, it stopped. The barrel went dark. A lime green spark arced across the surface. The whole thing seemed to swell. The crack split even wider, rending the gun in two, and a blinding light poured out.

“Damn all your shit is tiny to me now 😜”

Stretched across your little sofa, I easily spanned most of the length of the room, my legs as long as you were tall

“Did you bring the food? I’m starving, which makes sense if I’m still growing 😝”

“About that babe… don’t you think we should like… try to limit your protein and carbs for now?” you said hesitantly, “If you outgrow the house I don’t know where you’ll—”

I rolled off the too-small couch like it was a pillow, and crawled over to you in less than 2 strides

“Listen here little one,” I said, putting an arm-sized finger on your chest, “I’m in charge now, and *we* are gonna see just how big I can get, got it? 😈”

“*GULP* Yes babe! 😳🥵”

"Mmmf, fuck, I wanna go back to sleep! I just had the best fucking dream! It was amazing. It's getting kind of hazy now, but all I can remember is this pressure growing in my chest. It was so weird, kind of like when you pop your ears on an airplane but further down. I reached up to try and figure out was going on and, all of a sudden—fuck—I had tits! Like, real tits, not these AA-cup mosquito bites that I've had for as long as I can remember. They were so soft and squishy and bouncy; I couldn't stop playing with them. The more I played with them, the bigger they got! I could feel them growing in my hands, spreading my fingers apart, bulging through the gaps. I kept trying to imagine what sort of bra size I'd have, but as soon as I settled on a size, I outgrew it! It was so fucking hot, I can't get over it. The growth just kept going and going, my tits swelling past my ribs, past my bellybutton, past my hips! They were so heavy, they wound up pulling me over! The next thing I knew, I was perched on top of them! I was trapped on top of my gigantic, growing tits, watching all this soft, wobbling flesh spread out around me. My body became this tiny speck, floating on a sea of tit! It was amazing! God, it felt so fucking good to be BIG! To be BUSTY! Fuck, I wish I could go back! After all that, I don't want to have to wake up and be flat again!

Your girlfriend really shouldn't have promised to stop, because there's no way that was ever going to happen. I mean, come on. In the middle of dinner, in a public place, she felt her body grow and expand until her G-cup bra, a bra that's already more than double what people would consider average, broke from the strain. She didn't just overflow it. She didn't just stretch it out. The bra fucking broke. Her growing curves were too much for it to handle and it gave up entirely. I can only imagine how her eyes must have fluttered, how she grabbed the edge of the table, how she clenched her thighs together to try and squeeze out as much pleasure as she could from the feeling of growth. When her eyes finally opened and she glanced around the room, all of the looks, lustful and jealous in equal measure, would have just stoked the flames inside her to even greater heights. To go through all that and then, afterwards, promise to never experience that kind of pleasure again? Did you really think that promise was going to hold?

What happened that night was a revelation to her, a feast for the senses with such richness and decadence that it permanently unlocked a part of her mind. For her to have to go back to her normal life would be unbearable. Being big is fine—good, even. But growing bigger? Feeling herself expand in every direction? Knowing that she's making a spectacle of herself and that no one can keep their eyes off of her growing body as it becomes a beacon of power and femininity? That's true pleasure, distilled into its purest form. She can't just give that up.

Your confrontations are only making it worse, too. Honestly, I don't think she really cares what you think about her growth. A goddess doesn't concern herself with the opinions of a flea. When you bring it up, however, it does give her a great excuse to push back on you. You said she pinned you to the bed, underneath her towering, curvaceous body? She doesn't want you to stop protesting her use of the hormones; all she wants to do is prove—to you, yes, but mostly to herself—that she's getting even stronger. Every time she pins you to the bed or backs you up against the wall, it gets easier. She's getting taller, bustier, stronger, but from her perspective, you're getting smaller, lighter, weaker. It won't be long before she'll be scooping you up and lifting you into the air, moaning at just how easy it is, reminding her how much stronger she's gotten.

Your girlfriend really shouldn't have promised to stop, because there's no way that was ever going to happen. I mean, come on. In the middle of dinner, in a public place, she felt her body grow and expand until her G-cup bra, a bra that's already more than double what people would consider average, broke from the strain. She didn't just overflow it. She didn't just stretch it out. The bra fucking broke. Her growing curves were too much for it to handle and it gave up entirely. I can only imagine how her eyes must have fluttered, how she grabbed the edge of the table, how she clenched her thighs together to try and squeeze out as much pleasure as she could from the feeling of growth. When her eyes finally opened and she glanced around the room, all of the looks, lustful and jealous in equal measure, would have just stoked the flames inside her to even greater heights. To go through all that and then, afterwards, promise to never experience that kind of pleasure again? Did you really think that promise was going to hold?

What happened that night was a revelation to her, a feast for the senses with such richness and decadence that it permanently unlocked a part of her mind. For her to have to go back to her normal life would be unbearable. Being big is fine—good, even. But growing bigger? Feeling herself expand in every direction? Knowing that she's making a spectacle of herself and that no one can keep their eyes off of her growing body as it becomes a beacon of power and femininity? That's true pleasure, distilled into its purest form. She can't just give that up.

Your confrontations are only making it worse, too. Honestly, I don't think she really cares what you think about her growth. A goddess doesn't concern herself with the opinions of a flea. When you bring it up, however, it does give her a great excuse to push back on you. You said she pinned you to the bed, underneath her towering, curvaceous body? She doesn't want you to stop protesting her use of the hormones; all she wants to do is prove—to you, yes, but mostly to herself—that she's getting even stronger. Every time she pins you to the bed or backs you up against the wall, it gets easier. She's getting taller, bustier, stronger, but from her perspective, you're getting smaller, lighter, weaker. It won't be long before she'll be scooping you up and lifting you into the air, moaning at just how easy it is, reminding her how much stronger she's gotten.

But at least for me the growth will pile on before you know it.

Like it was just a BOOM! Sure I plan on getting rid of them but trust, you'll be breaking bras like it pays 6 figures

-BB