orangeorc:“Honey… I think you’re big enough.” “Yeah. Whatever. That
orangeorc: “Honey… I think you’re big enough.” “Yeah. Whatever. That’s great.” “No, seriously. I think after one bottle of growth hormone you’re big enough. No need to spill that second bottle all… over… yourself…” You looked on, horny and hopeless, as she began to outgrow the bikini she’d bought specifically to accommodate herself if her growth exceeded expectations. “Honey, this bikini is getting too small, and I’m definitely going to use up this entire second bottle of stuff. Would you mind running out and getting me another three, four bottles to use?” As she said this, her already massive breasts grew to the limit of her current bikini top, and then snapped it. Her body was so saturated with hormones she was actually growing taller… she was already four inches taller than you, and she kept growing bigger. “I think… maybe that’s enough…” you said cautiously. She looked down at you. Her bikini bottom snapped off of her widening hips as she she stepped towards you, her gigantic breasts pushing you back until you were pinned against the wall. “Get me.. more… growth solution.” she said slowly. “What-whatever you want…” you said weakly. “My… my girlfriend deserves to be big….” “Damn right she does…” she said, turning to admire herself in the mirror. “And I will tit-crush anyone who says otherwise…” -- source link