orangeorc: Heather watched the donation meter counter tick up and up. As the number got closer and c
orangeorc: Heather watched the donation meter counter tick up and up. As the number got closer and closer, she could feel her top start to tighten. “Showtime!” she said to herself in a sing-song voice. “Hi everyone!” she said into the camera on screen. “I flicked on the livescreen, because it looks like I’m getting really close to my goal… $10,000 in just a week! You guys are awesome!” She was in the high nine thousands… now that her stream was live, she saw a distinct acceleration in her donation. “C’mon… don’t you want to see these get bigger?” she said, pouting into the camera and cupping one already huge breast.” The money came in faster, the jog bra made a noise as her expanding body stretched it tighter and tighter. “They’re getting so big… they’re just about ready to burst out of this puny little bra… it can barely contain me… any… longer!” She gasped as someone donated $500, shooting her over the line by more than $300. She gasped as her growth surged. The fabric of the jog bra stretched, turned transparent, and then snapped all at once. She giggled, and covered her nipples with her hands as her breasts kept expanding, plumper and rounder. She was in GG territory, easy. “Thank you!” she giggled, blowing a kiss into the camera. “Gosh… they’re so big now! And I think I’m taller. Who wants to see me measure myself?” Giggling like her fans were actually in the room with her, she stood up and strutted to the far wall. She knew she had to be taller again… the way her panties were digging in her ass had to be bigger too. She pressed her back against the wall, and marked the spot her head reached with a pencil. Then the measuring tape. “Hmmm… six foot one! In addition to blowing these bad boys up…” she said, hefting her newly enlarged tits, “you made me almost three inches taller! God… just a week ago I was only 5′4″! What a shrimp!”i She laughed, and sat back down in front of her computer. “Thank you for making he bigger…” she said, in a sultry voice into the screen. “All of you have been so-” She was about to log off, when suddenly the donation meter ticked up sharply. “Huh,” she said, not quite processing what had just happened. “Someone just donated $3,000- whoop!” Her whole body spasmed with an intense surge of growth. Her hips flared, thicker and wider. Her panties dug into her waist and snapped abruptly. Her breasts grew so quickly her first reaction was to wrap her arms around them and try to hold them in… but they just kept swelling. She a moment of vertigo as the room dropped several inches, and her knees grew into the edge of her desk. “Ouchie!” she said, shifting her weight back. The chair, which felt like it was shrinking under her widening posterior, snapped under her dramatically increased weight. She fell onto her back with a room shaking thud. Her feet brushed the foot of her desk, but her head had nearly hit the foot of her bed. “What in the… urk…” she grunted, drawing herself up and grunting under the weight of her own huge breasts. She drew herself up and up, not quite believing how low everything in the room was. She had to side-step the low-hanging light fixture. “Goodness! I… wow!” she said, staring down at her self in disbelief. The height mark she’d made on the wall looked like it wouldn’t even reach her chin now… she was more than six and half feet tall! And her breasts… they looked as big as basketballs now! “Thank you!” she said, squatting down into her camera’s frame. “Someone just made a big donation! I’ll need to think of some stretch goals… I’ll measure myself in the morning for y’all… goodnight!” She chuckled, turning off the feed and admiring what she could see of herself in her dressing mirror. “I’m… an amazon…” she said to herself, slowly. “I just made $13,000 in a week… god, I’m going to be rich! Huge and rich!” Laughing to herself, she crawled into bed. She had a delightful struggle with the covers (too small) and the foot of the bed (kept bumping into it), and best of all she could feel the bed bow under her weight slightly. “God… I’m ginormous…” she whispered to herself, drifting off to sleep. “And tomorrow… I’m going to get even bigger…” Heather drifted off to sleep. She dreamed about the sound of springs creeking and wood breaking. Heather woke up because something was poking her in the ass. She rolled over, and realized the sheet had fallen off. She struggled to get the covers over herself, but found she couldn’t. She tried to stetch out… and her feet hit the far wall. Her head was still pressed against the head board. “What in the…” she said, slowly remembering the events of the previous night. It slowly dawned on her that she was on the floor, surrounded by the remains of her bed. She had broken in during the night, but it took her a moment to figure it out. She had trouble seeing her feet over her absurdly overgrown breasts. “Oh god… did I get even bigger?” she said, standing up groggily. Her head hit the ceiling with a thunk. “Ow, wow!” she said, chuckling as she bent forward. “How much did I grow last night?” The ceiling was about nine feet up… she really was giant! She sat on her knees in front of her computer, and carefully tapped the keys with her overlarge fingers. She had surpassed $30,000 overnight! No wonder she was huge! She tapped on the live feed. “Hey! It’s me… Heather… and I’m bigger!” she giggled. “I’m blown away… I guess that video of me last night was pretty popular! Look at me! Look at these!” She jiggled her beach-ball tits for the camera. “Now… I don’t know if you guys can tell from the camera angle… but I’m… at least… nine feet tall now!” she said, scooching away from the computer and standing up until her full height was apparent. Her head brushed the ceiling. “I’m… a… giant!” she squealed. “I’m way bigger than I ever expected! But you know what?” She sat down on the floor with a heavy “thud.” “As big as I am now… I think… I want to be even bigger. Much bigger,” she said. “I bet… if you all kept right on donating… I might get so big… I might go clear through the ceiling!” She hefted her huge breasts towards the camera. “Please, you guys? I really want to be bigger! Pleeease?” She could see the the donation meter starting to spike… and she could feel her body getting bigger. “It’s starting!” she squealed. “You’re doing! You’re making me bigger! Keep donating!” She laughed as the roof lowered and the walls closed in. Her gargantuan breasts inflated in front of like a pair of airbags. “Bigger!” she ordered the viewers of her live stream. “Make… me… bigger!” $40,000… $50,000… $60,000… Heather guffawed as she pushed up against the ceiling with her rising head… back against the far wall with her giant ass… The roof cracked open, and she fumbled to grab her tiny little laptop. From her seated position, she was over 30 feet tall. “Thank you!” she said, holding her tiny little laptop with two fingers. “You guys gave and gave… you grew me right out of my own house!” She laughed. “But why are you stopping? I want you to keep donating until each and everyone of you can see me… just by looking out the window!” Her body spasmed, and within seconds her ass was spreading across the remains of her flattened house. Across the world, thousands of people were donating thousands and thousands of dollars… And Heather was filling more and more of the horizon. -- source link