orangeorc: All, Carrie and Jen had been stealing glances at Karen’s chest, trying to figure ou
orangeorc: All, Carrie and Jen had been stealing glances at Karen’s chest, trying to figure out if she was really bigger. Karen quickly caught on, and began teasing them by arching her back, puffing her chest… making it seem like she was even bigger. After an hour or two, though, the ogling of strangers and the sound of stitches popping in Karen’s blouse was impossible to ignore. Karen pulled them in for a selfie together, and with every heave of breathe she seemed to be bulging bigger and bigger. Soon, Carrie and Jen could feel Karen’s bust growing against them. “Karen, what is happening with your boobs?” asked Carrie, unable to hold back any longer. “Whatever are you talking about?” said Karen, arching her back slightly. Her mammoth prow pulled her shirt out of her skirt… and then an inch of fabric below her cleavage. “Oop!” she said, innocently, as if her jugs were fighting to grow out of the widening tear in her top. “That!” said Jen, trying to pull away even as Karen seemed to press her closer to her enlarged bust. “The way your boobs are tearing your clothes!” Karen’s top was so tight now it looked painted on, and the rip down the front was widening. “It must be my clothes… I bet they shrank in the wash!” said Karen, innocently. “My boobs have always been gigantic… see?” She forced her friend’s faces against the soft warmth of her breasts, which were almost as big as beach balls now. She sighed in pleasure, and began growing fast. Both her friends struggled to get away. “How are you… so strong?” asked Carrie. “And… tall?” asked Jen. “You know… I do feel a bit bigger…” giggled Karen, who was now six feet tall and starting to draw looks from across campus. “Maybe I should go on a diet! What do you shrimps think?” She started to laugh, but her breasts had grown too big and her shirt exploded. Karen’s flesh airbags shoved Carrie and Jen to the ground. “More!” gasped Karen, wrapping her arms around her overgrown assets. “Keep growing… I want to be bigger!” She lurched upwards, growing taller. Her bosom ballooned, overflowing and enveloping her arms. Her hips widened, ripping apart her leggings and her skirt. Karen gasped with pleasure as she rose to eight feet tall. “Yes! I can’t believe it! I’m ginormous!” gasped Karen, as people stared and gawked. “I don’t want it to stop… I want to keep growing… I want to be bigger! Much, much bigger!” She groaned with pleasure and grew to ten feet, then twelve feet, and then almost 20 feet tall. A deep, malevolent laugh started to emanate from her. “What’s happening to you?” screamed Carrie, backing away slowly from her gigantic friend. “I don’t know!” laughed Karen. “I really, really wanted bigger boobs… and then I just kind of… grew! And I saw you guys getting jealous, so it made me want to be bigger! And that freaked you out, so I wanted to be even bigger! I was drunk on it… I didn’t even want to grow gigantic like this, but I guess I got greedy and overdid it…” She rose to 30 feet tall. She shimmied her gargantuan, weather-balloon jugs and knocked over street light. “This is amazing! Every curve of my body… growing and growing… this morning, all of you were my stupid friends… now… you’re just mice!” She grew to 50 feet tall. Her top-heavy shadow stretched across campus, and people started to flee. “I want to grow until all of you are bugs… until you’re dust! Fuck… I want to smash this whole city under my right tit… and I think… I can keep growing… until I do it!” Everyone was running and screaming now. Sirens rang out as a 100-foot Karen smashed her jugs into the nearest building. “Bigger!” she bellowed, rocketing up to 200 feet and beyond. “BIGGER!” -- source link