I look down at the bottle in my hand, and than at my body. My heart was racing out of fear, excitement, and confusion. I didn't feel any different. I didn't feel like I was high, or that this was inducing any mental affects...
My boobs felt tight in my bra, and I was liking that feeling. Not the actual bra tightest, no that sucks. I hate that feeling. But the fact that my boobs were bigger...that I was bigger. That I could get even bigger...
I took another sip of the potion, and felt all my clothes tighten around my body. I looked down and watched my body swell a bit, as the ground moved farther away from me, and my boobs bulged out of my bra slightly more. I took another sip of the potion, and looked down at myself. My body started growing again, as I inched taller. My bra tightened even more. My hair even filled out, gaining a bit more volume and length.
I shook my head, took a deep breath, stepped my feet up and down a few times, and shook my free hand. I exhaled, and took a few gulps of the potion, set it down, and looked down at my body.
The speed of my growth remained the same, as my body swelled in all directions. My body's curves swelled, my breasts grew forward, as my vision skewed from my head's new perspective on my now taller body. My stomach began to expose itself as i inched taller, and my ankles began to show as my jeans moved upward. I was in my socks, which were tightening around my foot, and slowly moving down my feet as my feet grew bigger to support my growing weight and height. My bra straps dug into my shoulders, back, and mostly my breasts as they grew and grew. My T-shirt began to tighten everywhere, but the worst of it was around my boobs and my armpits, as my body grew and grew. My bra was hurting enough to where I unclasped it, and pulled it out from under my shirt. I smiled seeing it stretched in weird places, and the underwire distorted and bent.
I eventually stopped growing at 6'6". I was a foot taller, and my boobs were at a size I couldn't even estimate, but I later found out was 36E. I looked like an adult wearing kids clothes. The now exposed skin of my stomach, my lower calves, and upper arms felt the air against them. I cupped my breasts, and lifted them, feeling their weight, and I could already tell they were a lot more sensitive. Well, they were only slightly more sensitive, but there was way more area of sensitivity.
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