orangeorc: “I just want to respond to the first presenter about the ‘epidemic’ of
orangeorc: “I just want to respond to the first presenter about the ‘epidemic’ of young women abusing ‘recreational’ female hypertrophy drugs. “A lot of adjectives like ‘military-grade’ and ‘dangerously unstable’ are being thrown around about sexually voracious, unusually-busty-and-tall women like myself. “I did the research, I took the hormones… I grew three cup sizes and a few inches taller… I’d do it again in a heartbeat! Cindy’s top seemed to tighten. Suddenly her breasts were too big for it, and bulging out uncomfortably. “Oof! Okay. Tiny aftershock spurt, as well them. Mmf… totally normal… just a couple more cup sizes… totally… ow… normal!” She suddenly blinked awkwardly, lurching upwards. The interviewer who’d been looking her in the eye a second ago was suddenly only holding the microphone up to her cleavage, which was still expanding against her straining top. “Ow! Well, of course if my boobs are going to grow again, I’m going to grow again,” said Cinday, trying to wave off being seven feet tall with tits as big as beach balls as no big deal. “Whoa… shit!” RIIIP! She exploded out of her clothes. For a split second, she started laughing with delight, thrilled she was eight feet tall with tits as big as airbags… then she remembered to try and not scare people. “Okay! I am growing, but this is not normal, I’m cool with it! Totally a know risk! Really, it’s on all of you guys for being such prudes about nudity… or gendering size! Or… or… WHOA!” She lurched up to ten ten people. She hefted her heavy tits, which bulged around and enveloped her arms. Their weight made her wobble off balance… her big, curvy hit smashed into the interviewer’s chest, sending him flying. “Why are you running? It because you’re scared of a woman? A busty, incredibly hot, GIANT woman?” boomed Cinday, rising up to fifteen feet. She was so big now the whole auditorium could hear her without a microphone. “Fine! I’m GLAD I’m growing! It’s showing the world how small all of you ants really are!” She was angrily knocking aside light fixtures as she grew up into the rafters. Her head hit the ceiling. She fell to a knee, crushing several chairs with her big leg. Her boobs ballooned out in front of her, and as she pivoted sideways she breast smacked half a dozen people down the aisle. Suddenly she was crouching awkwardly, swelling in all direction, smacking and crushing people. Her cries of anger slowly turned into sadistic laughter. “Whoa! You know what? I like this! I hope I get bigger than this! And then bigger than that! And then bigger than-” The walls crunched and cracked as her body began to squeeze all four walls and the ceiling. Her curves swelled, and Cindy’s body began to fill every spare crack of space. Hundreds of people were being smashed. “I only regret… it took me this long… to get… this… big!” She burst out of the auditorium, hundreds of feet tall… and one of several dozen giantesses to reach skyscraper proportions early that day. -- source link