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.

[BLOOMVERSE TIMELINE – WEEK 7, DAY 1 | 7:00 a.m.]

Two chews. Two glow-ups. One dangerously curvy day.

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“You’re gonna need a bigger mirror.”

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“She’s not top-heavy. She’s top-tier.”

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A rebel crew—barely four inches tall—had dared to spray graffiti across her patrol car. She spotted them dashing through alleys like ants on caffeine.

Avera growled, “you think you’re above the law? I’m above everything.”

She lifted her boot high and slammed it down just behind one of the rebels. The impact cracked the pavement and sent him flying forward, tumbling into a candy wrapper. “Stay still, or I’ll treat you like gum on the bottom of my boot.”

Another rebel charged from the side, tossing a dart at her boot. Avera didn’t flinch. “Lawbreakers belong under my sole—right where they can’t cause trouble.”

She crouched, scooping up one of them effortlessly between two fingers. He squirmed. She held him inches from her smirking lips. “You think cuffs are bad?” she asked. “Try being pinned under me.”

She turned her gaze to the others now scattering in every direction. “This uniform comes with perks,” she said, her tone cool and taunting. “Like the power to squish.”

One rebel dove under a bench. Avera stepped over it—and then on it—flattening the metal into a useless sheet.“I don’t write tickets,” she added with a tilt of her head. “I leave footprints.”

Another rebel started to shout. “I know my rights! I want a lawyer!”

"You don’t need a lawyer,” she said coldly. “You need a miracle.”

He ran. She didn’t chase.

She simply stepped once—and he was flat on his stomach beneath the arch of her boot, unharmed but paralyzed with fear. “You’re not getting away,” she said, heel pressing in slightly. “You’re getting flattened.”

She shifted her weight, letting her heel press just enough to remind him of the power she held.

The rebel whimpered beneath her.

"Stop!" Yelled a random civilian.

She didn't stop. The rebel's tiny fists pound the cracked pavement, he begged for mercy that would never come.

She lifted her foot slowly after flattening the rebel, revealing the mark she left behind.

Only then did she look up at the man who called out. He stood frozen, hands trembling on the railing.

As much as you told yourself otherwise, it wasn't exactly your average titfuck. the way she encouraged you was rather odd. Dirty talk can vary from person to person and you were enjoying it enough to not be an issue, but she seemed very insistent on making you cum with her tits, not for your sake, but for hers. She looked up at you with a sultry look and kept saying things like "That's right, baby, cum right between them. Fill up my cleavage. I just need one more. Give it to me. I just need one more!" It was weird, especially when one thought about it in relation to the fact that she only wanted to give you a titfuck, refusing to do anything else, but it certainly wasn't a deal breaker. The other main way it sat apart from every other titfuck you had ever gotten was the sheer enormity of her tits. They were gigantic, looking even larger as she dragged them out of the overworked bra they had been bulging out of and feeling larger still as she wrapped them around your cock and slid them up and down your shaft.

Her skill with her tits was unmatched and it didn't take long before you tensed your hips and thrust them forward, shooting thick ropes of cum into her cleavage. The pressure of her hands squeezing her breasts from the sides forced your cum to bubble up to her cleavage, filling it like a small, milky white pool. You had never seen anyone react to a successful titfuck with the kind of excitement she expressed, openly celebrating it like a victory. So pleased with herself was she that she seemed to glow. You blinked. Wait, no, she was actually glowing! A pale, golden light danced across her skin, quickly fading as she excitedly stood up, letting your cum-slick cock slide free. She pumped her fist in the air with a victorious grunt, sending her massive tits swaying.

"Fuck yes! That's how you do it! Getting both is going to give me so many upgrade points..."

For a moment, you thought that the post-orgasmic bliss was just making it hard to tell what was going on, but the clarity set in shortly afterwards and, no, this didn't make any kind of sense. "Uh... what? Upgrade? What are you talking about?"

She talked as if every word she said absolutely insane. "I'm on a tits-only challenge run right now. You were the tenth person I got off with my tits this week and you put me over the edge for the next Cumulative Cumshots on Tits milestone! Those two achievements gave me enough experience to level up, too! Oh, man, I am just rolling in it! The challenge run goes until the end of the month, so all of these upgrade points are going right back into these big, juicy udders! High score table, here I come!"

Her explanation only raised more questions. Who was keeping track of this? How does one 'level up' from titfucking? What the hell was she talking about?

You didn't have time to ask any of those questions before her body started to glow again. This time, however, it seemed to shimmer in a pale, pearlescent rainbow. Gradually at first but rapidly picking up speed, her tits swelled outwards. They grew bigger, rounder, fuller, standing prouder and perkier on her chest despite their immense size. At first, you thought it was just her presence in the room feeling stronger, but you quickly realized she was actually getting taller, too. It wasn't a lot of extra height, maybe an inch or two, but the effect was dramatic. WeGrowing in proportion with the rest of her body as it grew in tandem just made her breasts expand faster. After a few seconds, the light faded and she breathed out a satisfied sigh. Soft flesh overflowed her hands as she scooped her large breasts from underneath. Watching the jiggle made her giggle, which just made them jiggle more. Her breasts held her attention so totally that it almost seemed like she had forgotten you were there. She hadn't, though, and the suddenness with which she turned her attention towards you made you jump.

should I try to tell her to slow it down on the meds or should I just shut up and go for a ride?

You know what? Yes. You absolutely should go tell her to take it easy. You should march right up to your girlfriend, as close as you can get with her massive tits sticking out in front of her. You should stand up as straight as you can, really taking advantage of every last inch of height even though she's still more than half a foot taller than you. Then you should look her in the eye and tell her, directly, that the thing that's made her taller and stronger and sexier and curvier than she's ever dreamed of being is bad, actually, and she needs to stop. Go for it. Fucking do it. See how well that turns out for you.

Best case scenario, she hears you out. She leads you to the living room so that she can sit next to you on the couch, her widened hips taking up most of it. Her hand gently squeezes yours as she listens to you. You get to tell her all of your concerns, everything you're worried about. She's intently listening, nodding along, her brow furrowed. Then, when you're finally done whining, she gives you a warm smile. She thanks you for sharing your feelings before slowly leaning in, her breasts completely covering your lap. She puts her lips right next to your ear and whispers that she isn't going to stop a goddamn thing. Growing has felt so fucking good and, while she appreciates that you're worried about her and that's very sweet of you, there's nothing you can do to stop her. A low giggle and a kiss just seals the deal.

Worst case scenario, she's actually insulted. Where do you get off? Who the fuck do you think you are? How dare you try to tell her that she needs to stop? There won't be a fight. In the moment, she barely responds at all. She just quietly doubles the dose she's taking for the trial. She's not supposed to; it isn't even recommended. That won't stop her. Out of pure spite, she's going to get bigger, taller, bustier than ever. She won't stop, even she towers over you, craning her neck just to see you past her own tits. Then, when she's bigger than she's ever been, bigger than anyone could have dreamed possible, she'll make sure you know exactly why it happened and make you praise every inch of her expanded body, just to ensure you love it as much as she does.

Eh, honestly, I wouldn't worry about it too much. Like she said, it's probably just a diet thing! I'm sure lots of diets cause women to start getting curvier and sexier and even taller! I mean, there's gotta be some, right? Just let her do her thing and you do yours. I'm sure it'll work out fine.

It might start getting a little awkward to pass her in the hallways of your apartment building, but that's just because those old building have such narrow hallways! So what if her hips are wider than her shoulders and growing wider every day? It's not a big deal! Just make some room and let her squeeze by. She might not be able to stop herself from rubbing her huge, swollen tits against your chest or her fat, thickening ass against your crotch as she goes by; that's just a sign of her getting healthy. If it seems like she's pausing for a moment and really grinding against you, perhaps even smirking as she studies your face for any kind of reaction, you're probably just imagining things.

It's only natural, too, that she might start wearing less and less. Don't demonize her for it; empathize with her! She's just getting healthy and now she's finding it impossible to find clothes that fit her new curves! And, on the rare occasion that she can find anything, how awful is it that she outgrows it so quickly? You should be praising her for sticking by her diet and her regimen of vitamins, even in the face of such adversity. Same goes for when she has to start ducking her head and turning sideways to slip through the door of her apartment. The fact that she always seems to do it exactly on your schedule, right when you're walking by, is probably coincidence.

"Mmmmwah! Thanks so much to everyone for sharing my pictures around! You've helped me out so much. That's why I wanted to hop on stream today, to thank you properly!"

As shallow as that sort of statement could be, Nadine really did have a lot of reasons to thank her many followers. She had always been busty, but ever since she started sharing her pictures online, her bust absolutely ballooned! Just in the last two days, all the likes and comments and shares on her posts had made her breasts double in size! Her already impressive cleavage had deepened and lengthened, so big now that the line was longer than her own face, and that was just what her low cut shirt exposed! Stuffing herself into a bra was more of a courtesy to the platform than anything else, at least attempting to preserve her modesty, even while her breasts bulged and swelled over the now comparatively tiny cups. But, hey, they couldn't claim her nipples were showing, even though that's pretty much all her bra covered.

Nadine bounced a little in her seat, giggling as her tits jiggled for the camera and comments poured in. For whatever reason, they didn't give her the same growing feeling that she had felt for her pictures, but she was sure that-

A jolt ran through Nadine. Her entire body tensed and her hands gripped the arms of the chair hard enough to turn her knuckles chalk white. She bit her lip. The pressure returned, stronger than she had ever felt. Her overtaxed bra creaked as her breasts bulged forward. The wave of pleasure that came from her growing breasts left Nadine's plump lips hanging open, her eyes fluttering, her heart pounding.

As the sudden arousal began to fade, she tried to gather what was left of her thoughts. How did that happen?! What had made it so intense? The viewer count and chat didn't seem to work the same as shares and comments on her pictures, so why did she grow so suddenly and so much? Her eyes scanned the screen for a moment until they shot wide open, realization dawning. On the screen was a fading message:

xXxBEHEMYTHxXx has donated 50 gems!

Still a little dizzy with the sudden growth, Nadine tried to straighten herself up. Without really thinking about it, she tugged down on the hem of her shirt, showing off more of her expanded breasts as they threatened to burst their way out of her clothes entirely. She adjusted her microphone and turned back towards the camera, a shaky smile on her face.

"Uh, th-thank you! Behemyth, that was very kind of you! But I'm supposed to be thanking you guys! As much as I appreciate the donation, this stream isn't fuh-forrrruuuhhHNNNG!"

Telling her viewers not to donate only made them want to do it more. After all, that guy did it and the goddess they had tuned in to watch called him out! Thanked him by name! They all wanted a piece of that action, not to mention the fact that she "encouraged" it by showing off even more of her tits. The dam had burst and a flood of donations poured in. Fifty gems. A hundred. Two hundred. Each trying to outdo each other, each trying to show themselves as Nadine's biggest fan.

But Nadine couldn't think about that.

She couldn't think about anything.

A single donation of 50 gems had made her visibly expand and nearly made her white out from pleasure. Now the total of all the donations was nearing a hundred times that and was showing no sign of stopping. Nadine's thoughts were burnt away in the searing heat of the arousal being forced into her. Every muscle in her body was tensed, not even breathing, as each donation forced her body to contain more and more pleasure and her body was forced to make room for it.

The sheer amount of growth couldn't stay localized to her breasts. Her whole body seemed to lift upward, growing slightly taller as well as being raised by her expanding ass. Her hips widened, straining her white jeans and threatening to destroy the panties that now dug into her soft curves. Growth pushed her body outward in every direction. Height, hips, ass, thighs, tits, even her lips seemed more plump and full by the second and, where the camera couldn't see, her panties slipped between the expanding lips between her thighs.

Through the onslaught of need that raged inside her, Nadine managed to groan out. "Getting... So... Fucking... BIG!"

Nadine arched her back and, finally, her bra gave up. The clasps broke and her tits surged forward, no longer constricted. But her breasts weren't satisfied there. The sound of ripping fabric maxed out the microphone as her shirt split down the middle, her gargantuan tits, massive even for her growing frame, were finally freed. This only encouraged the viewers to donate more, every moment of growth capture on screen!

But whenever I read your content, I start to feel a bubbly warmth inside that runs down the branches of my veins…a sort of tingling feeling…and then my clothes start to feel oddly tight…

…what do you think is happening to me?! Are…you doing this?!

And what if I were? What if I were doing something? What if there were something I put in the words, some sort of magic, that made your whole body come alive upon reading them?

I'm not talking about simple arousal, either, but you know that. The arousal that burns in your core when you imagine yourself growing and stretching and expanding in every direction is different from how it feels when you read my words. That warmth, that tingling, do you know what it is? It's anticipation. Your body wants to be big so badly and, as your eyes scan each and every word, the message is received. Your body wants to be big and it will be big.

Your heart is already pounding. Your breathing is already deep. By the time you realize that your shirt and bra are getting tighter, the growth is already well underway. That warm feeling spreads through your entire body, too, not just your chest. It spreads to the ends of your fingers as they absentmindedly knead the growing softness on your chest. It spreads down to your hips, building there and pushing outward to widen your lower half, to make your ass expand outward against your clothes, drawing the fabric tighter by the second. You can feel your sleeves sliding up from your wrists, the hem of your pants pulling away from your ankles. Your tits, your ass, your whole fucking body is growing!

The feeling is more than just thrilling, more than just arousing; it's addicting. Each word you read makes you grow, but only by a little. By the time you reach the end, you've only grown a fraction of an inch in each direction. You want more. You need more. You keep coming back, reading every new post, devouring the stories as you savor the feeling of what they do to you. You want more. You need more. You're desperate for more. There's no telling how big you'd get, how big my stories would make you, but you don't really care about that, do you? You just need to grow.