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Jade was having the time of her life as her and her friends pulled it the ouija board. "Stop moving it Chris" Jade shoved. "I'm not doing it I swear.

Jade rolled her eyes as she put the board back in the box. "Stop messing with me guys."

"wait Jade you do know we have to say goodbye right"

"stop it I don't wanna play if you guys are just gonna scare me"

She shoved the box back in the cabinet as she locked the door. Inside a black mist piling up inside and filling the cabinet.

The party continued as the cabinet occasionally rocked back and forth the door handle jiggling as something tried to escape.

Jade grabbed a drink and chugged it as she shot a picture of herself. Her to the sticking out for the photo as a loud bang was heard. "The cabinet falling to the ground as everyone stared.

Jade crept toward it"everyone okay... Alright let's try to not break my house..."

She picked up a door that had fallen off of the cabinet the ouija board dpalyed out across the carpet. She stood wide eyed as she tried to face her fear. Everyone watched as...

A loud crack filled the room. The cabinet splintering as a black mist billowed out and struck the nearest person.. Jade. Absorbing itself in her as she flew back into the wall. Everyone stumbled back as she woke up from her k. O.

Jades eyes pure black as they returned to normal. "What just happened. Jade struggled to stand up. Her body weak and tired. Her clothes felt tight as she breathed heavily. She gasped as air became harder and harder to take in. She stared down to find what everyone else was seeing. Her cleavage piling up in her already tight black shirt. Her straps digging into her shoulders as the belt buckle fell off to the floor. Jade stood up staright as her eye line easiest steadily but slowly. She wasn't stopping. If anything it was speeding up." Guys... What's happening" she croaked out as her shoes snapped off. Her feet outgrowing them in seconds. She stumbled against the wall. Everyone backed up as the formerly 5'2" girl pushed 5'6"

Jade continued to grow up. Her boobs jutting out of her shirt as the upper half finally fell off. Her straps tearing off her shoulders. Her lack of a bra making itself known as the boys stared and took pictures. She folded her arms into her boobs. Covering herself as her skirt grew tight. A light tear being heard as her panties fell to the floor. Jade giggled sheepishly. She leaned against the wall covering herself beat she could as vertigo racked her body. Her body felt electric. It tingled and swelled as she pushed 5'9".

The crowd began muttering as her skirt snapped falling to the ground. The tiny girl now revealing herself. Jade felt the cameras staring at her as several guys oooed and awwed her body. She spurted up to 6 ft as she struggled to breath. Her cleavage swelling past her arms ability as she struggled to cover herself. "Stop looking... Look away."

The crowd didn't listen as she continued upwards. Her necklace snapped off her neck as her leggings started tearing running down her legs. Jade gave up covering her boobs as she reached up. Her hands tickling the ceiling as she strectched up. "I'm not stopping it's speeding up"

The crowd murmured as they backed up. Jade was torn between panic and pleasure. Her body felt better than ever but something was off about it.

She giggled as her leggings fell to the ground she was completely naked as she pushed 7 ft tall. She stared down at everyone as her growth rate doubled. Her head now pressing up faster. She stopped covering herself completely as she strutted out into the middle of the crowd. "Pleasure me" she pointed at Chris as she grabbed him by his shirt pulling him in. Jade sat on the ground as Chris and several others closed the distance. Their spirits unable to resist her. Her pussy lit up as the crowd pleased her. Motorboating and eating her out. A couple reaching up and climbing up on her as they tweaked her nipples. She lay flat on the ground as she passed 9 ft tall. Her boobs and ass piling over and smooshing those under her. Jade moaned and gasped.

Closer... CLOSER"

She was so close to orgasm as her body heated up. Her skin electric as she clutched her teeth and moaned. Her legs spasming and shaking. She couldn't control herself as she orgasmed. "Don't stop... Please... More.. I'm gonna. So close. I'm..." Her eyes rolled back as she shrieked. Her body strectching across the room

"WOOOO!!! Lets go HOME!"

Most people had normal side effects from alcohol, but not your girlfriend... In addition to actually being drunk, she also physically grew larger. Luckily you had thought to bring her backup bikini, the one custom-fit up to 9ft tall, but even that was threatening to give!

"Alright fat ass, tuck those legs in for me" you playfully gave her butt a smack, mentally just hoping you could get her back home before she could just pick up the car and carry it home

"Hey!" she said with a pout, "My ass is *hic* proposhonally the same size as always!!!"

*STRRRRETCH*

Idk, imagine you get 5% bigger per dirty detail you share

It is through your content and content similar to yours that i discovered how much of a growth slut i really am. I come to you asking for... "satisfaction" as it were as i would love to volunteer to become a test subject for all your giantess growth and breast expansion products. I don't mind if the effects snowball into relentless increase to my breasts and height.~

Sincerely: Amalga Tig-Bits

Dear Amalga,

I regret to inform you that, while I am glad to have been part of your—as you describe it—growth slut awakening, I cannot provide you with the satisfaction that you seek.

Oh, sure, of course I could experiment on your body. I could rub lotion into your tits to make them swell and expand. I could zap you with a ray that stretches you taller and taller until you have to bow your head to avoid hitting the ceiling. I could feed you a diet of pills and supplements guaranteed to make your breasts engorge with rich, creamy milk that makes your tits even bigger. And I could keep doing these sorts of things over and over again to make you endlessly, relentlessly bigger. I'm sure you would enjoy it, outgrowing cars and rooms and buildings. I'm certain you'd love knowing that your milk flooded a city block while the only buildings that were safe were the skyscrapers trapped deep inside your warm, soft cleavage. I have no doubts that you'd writhe and moan and beg for more even as I walk across your body like it's a part of the landscape, your literally mountainous breasts rising in the distance ahead of me.

But none of it would bring you "satisfaction".

Growth sluts like you are never truly satisfied, are you? You just want to be bigger. You want to grow! You're a slut for the growth, not for a certain size. You need to be bigger and bigger and bigger. But the bigger you get, the less the growth seems to be. Going from five feet to ten feet is doubling your size, but another five feet is only a 50% increase. To get the same thrill you got going from 15 to 30ft, you'd have to grow all the way to 60ft! And then 120ft! On and on, endlessly bigger, endlessly more desperate, chasing ever larger sizes.

As your body gets bigger, it won't be enough for your breasts to grow in proportion. Even though, to me, your breasts will become boulders, then hills, then mountains, you won't get the same joy out of it if they don't grow from your perspective. Your body needs to grow and your tits need to grow even faster. Your nipple could be as tall as I am, but if they haven't grown in comparison to the rest of your body, then it won't feel nearly as good.

That being said, though, if you're okay with never fully being satisfied, with feeling the aching need to grow get stronger and stronger with every added inch, then by all means. Welcome aboard.

Sincerely,

Hannah had always been the short, curvy firecracker of their friend group—barely 5’0” in her favorite sneakers, with a stout, hourglass build and a pair of heavy, bouncy tits that already turned heads. She was the one who laughed loudest, hugged tightest, and never let her size stop her from owning every room she entered. Then the growth virus hit.

It started as a fever after a bad takeout night. By morning she was six feet tall and still swelling. By the end of the week she towered at a full eight feet, her body stretched and thickened into something magnificent and overwhelming. Her breasts, already generous, had ballooned into absurd, gravity-defying globes—each one bigger than John’s head, round and heavy, straining against whatever fabric she could find. The rest of her had kept pace: thick thighs like tree trunks, an ass that could eclipse a loveseat, and long, powerful legs that made normal furniture look like dollhouse pieces.

Tonight they were “just hanging out” in her living room. Hannah had claimed the entire couch, her massive frame draped across it in a tight cyan halter top that barely contained her. The deep V-neck plunged between her colossal tits, the soft, pale flesh spilling over the edges with every breath. Grey shorts rode high on her enormous thighs, and her bare feet—each one longer than John’s forearm—rested on the coffee table, toes flexing lazily.

John sat wedged beside her like a toy. At 5’10” he barely reached her shoulder even while she was slouched. He tried to focus on the movie, but his eyes kept drifting. Her left breast was right there, rising and falling like a warm, living mountain inches from his face. The way the fabric clung to her stiffening nipples was impossible to ignore.

Hannah noticed. Of course she did.

“John,” she murmured, voice deeper and richer than before, laced with amusement. “You’ve been staring at my tits for twenty straight minutes.”

He flushed. “I—sorry, it’s just… they’re… huge now.”

A low, throaty laugh rolled out of her. She shifted, the couch groaning, and turned toward him. The motion made her breasts sway heavily, the deep cleavage jiggling. “They are, aren’t they? Heavy as hell too. Want a closer look?”

John’s mouth went dry. “Hannah…”

She didn’t wait for a proper answer. One enormous hand—palm wide enough to cover his entire chest—gently but firmly cupped the back of his head and guided his face forward. His cheek sank into the warm, pillowy softness of her right breast. The scent of her skin—sweet, faintly coconut from her lotion—flooded his senses.

“Go on,” she whispered, voice husky. “Play with them. I know you’ve been dying to.”

His hands trembled as he reached up. They looked tiny against her. He sank his fingers into the yielding flesh, kneading, lifting, marveling at how much overflowed his grip. Hannah sighed happily, arching her back so her chest pushed forward. Her nipple hardened instantly under the thin fabric; he brushed his thumb over it and she moaned, the sound vibrating through her massive body.

“That’s it… good boy. Use both hands. They’re so sensitive now.”

John grew bolder, squeezing, burying his face between them, motorboating the impossible valley of cleavage. Hannah’s breathing quickened. She shifted again, swinging one tree-trunk leg over his lap so she straddled him on the couch. The sheer weight of her—easily four times his—pinned him down effortlessly. Her ass settled across his thighs, warm and heavy, while her breasts smothered his chest and face.

“Mmm, look at you,” she purred, looking down at him with dark, hungry eyes. “So tiny under me now. I could crush you without even trying.”

She grabbed his wrists in one hand and pinned them above his head against the couch cushions. With her free hand she tugged her halter top down, letting her massive tits spill free. They dropped heavily onto his face, soft and warm and overwhelming. John groaned into the plush flesh as she rocked slowly, dragging her nipples across his lips.

“Suck,” she commanded, voice thick with dominance.

He obeyed instantly, latching onto one fat nipple. Hannah gasped, grinding her hips down against the growing bulge in his jeans. The couch creaked dangerously under their combined weight.

“You’re mine tonight, little man,” she growled, rolling her hips in slow, powerful circles. “These tits you can’t stop staring at? They own you now. And I’m just getting started.”

She released his wrists only to peel his shirt off, then yanked his jeans down with one easy tug. His cock sprang free, rock-hard and leaking. Hannah smirked, wrapping her huge hand around it—her fingers easily encircling him completely. She stroked once, slow and firm, while lowering her chest again to smother him.

“Gonna fuck you with these tits first,” she whispered against his ear. “Then I’m sitting on that pretty face until you’re begging. And after that… well. You’re going to learn exactly how strong an eight-foot girl can be.”

hey all!! sorry that im late to posting this, I have been SUPER busy as of late. or busty, ha. anyways, may was a BIG month for me for some reason, but im not complaining. i broke a chair, two bras, a pair of pants, and almost ripped open a pair of shoes. oh, and I snapped two pairs of panties. sad about those, but im just getting too big~

my new measurements are 6'7.5-52II-36"-66". i basically almost grew a quarter inch in height, and because i've been practicing some NBE for fun, my boobs not only got a good bit heavier, but also BIGGER. my waist stayed the same, as well as my weight. i've been eating less and doing more, which is the reason for that. my ass/hips grew a lot though. almost a full two inches! i guess what I was eating went to the right places in that regard.