jamball68:The picture message came through clear. It was followed with a simple text message.&ld
jamball68: The picture message came through clear. It was followed with a simple text message. “I’ve grown again.” Who knows how tall she was going to be. Or going to get. Things started out innocently enough. You were actually the first to notice that she appeared a little taller. She had usually only came up just past your chin, but that one evening when you went in to kiss her and she was clearly near your nose. So you broke out the tape measure. “Huh, 5′2″. I remember you being 5′1″ at your last physical with Dr. Bernstein.” “Maybe it’s just a late stage growth spurt,” she replied, nonchalant. It was more than just a little growth spurt. Over the next few weeks, she continued to grow, not just in stature, but in all other places as well. Her once thin arms soon started to fill with tight muscle. Her petit breasts started cycling through the alphabet. Last you saw them, they were pert C-cups. But, judging from her latest message, D’s were definitely riding high and firm on her chest now. When she left for the beach that morning she was stretching the tape just a hair past 5′11″. She was looking you eye-to-eye barefoot. You’d like to say it was not big thing, but, it secretly turned you on. Watching her grow through her clothes. Watching her hair get longer, fuller, more luxurious. Even her face changed; lips fuller, cheeks more accented, her eyes larger and more radiant. She was slowly becoming a goddess and their was little you could do, or wanted to do about it. -- source link