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47-9-s-126-43-w:bigandsexyboobsandmore: D'oh!“ she exclaimed, feigning mock surprise. “What did you do to me? I wanted to be hotter, not a….hfff…freak!” As if on cue for dramatic effect, another small tremor ran through her body, interrupting her words as she surged even slightly bigger. Her mental transformation had been as incredible to witness as her physical equivalent. You offered to help her “gain confidence” with a substance you’d been working on but you also warned her that she should be happy at 5'6 and consider all the women that would happily take her height over what they were born with. Despite her skepticism, she refused your advice and figured nothing was going to happen anyway. The 2 of you met daily for her dosing protocol and 3 weeks later her skepticism was replaced by shock and a half inch she never had before. “Almost 5'7?” She was clearing rounding up in her mind but didn’t care…you did though, it should have taken longer than this and you hoped this was a coincidental spurt she was due anyway beyond the serum’s results. Weeks passed and her shock at 5'7 became joy at 5'8.5 became elation at 5'10’ and then concern at 5'11. “I’m pretty much 6 feet tall??” She was rounding up again but this time it was out of concern for how she was going to explain this to family and friends. No one was going to buy her growing 4 inches in 2 months, naturally and it was at this point she declined the next round of dosing. Her body, still processing the previous cycle continued to grow steadily and her concern grew as she did. 6'2, 6'4.5, she was outgrowing clothing she hadn’t even taken the tags off of yet. She swore once or twice she could actually see her head inch higher in a department store mirror in real time and it was in that moment, the fear she felt began to shrink with the rest of the world around her and in its place came power…power and desire for more. Now she loomed above you, pretending to be afraid of her growth, pretending she was embarrassed to be seen and even half heartedly covered her eyes. She suggested she start the doses again and who were you to say no? The introduction of fresh chemicals into her still saturated system altered her growth pattern and now was occurring into short bursts at random intervals as opposed to the slow expansion of the first round. She pulled you up out of your chair, so she could be measured. You stepped onto the small ladder beside the door frame and coached her to stand straight in front of the marks you’d made with their corresponding dates. She settled the back of her head against the chart and after a brief pause barked an aggressive “well?” You knew why you had waited and again as if on cue for dramatic effect, just as you uttered the words “seven foot se…” there was a gasp and then the skffff sound of her pony tail moving upwards against the drywall. You watched the top of her head lurch upwards past 7'7, then forwards and then upwards again as she arched her back pushing the crown of her head past 7'10. She was going to round up again for sure! -- source link