47-9-s-126-43-w:dimbulbbi:“It’s started again,” she said. You turned to face her
47-9-s-126-43-w:dimbulbbi: “It’s started again,” she said. You turned to face her and gaped at her enormous chest. “No!” you shouted. “You can’t. You have to stop it.” “I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Mmm, it always starts … in my breasts.” She squeezed them through her top, and they swelled out. Her nipples slipped into view. “They’re getting so big, I can feel it.” Her bulging tits surged outward, bigger than your head. Her nipples darkened and hardened, and she tweaked them with her fingers. “Stop …” you said weakly. “You’re going to outgrow the house again.” She moaned. “Oh, I love it when you talk dirty to me! Tell me–ugh!–tell me how big I’m going to get.” She shot up six inches in an instant, and her top snapped in half, sending her massive chest wobbling about. “It’s stronger than last time, too … I bet I hit a hundred feet tall this time …” I am a macrophile. I enjoy giantess stories and from Nadi8 to Diana the Valkyrie, have sought out tales of growing women since the birth of the internet and even have a few of my own on floppy disk before the web was available.While my interest began with BE, it gradually migrated to female growth stories specifically. You can keep your crush, vore, shrunken man, slave and unaware stories. I prefer pure, slow, process stories focusing on gradual height change, clothing destruction and lots of spurting and reaction. It’s a pretty strict sub genre but one that gets me every time. -- source link