This choice: Go overbored and make myself huge. • Go Back...Chapter #3Go overbored and make myself huge. by: apoo   I started walking home, with so many thoughts crossing my mind. I've always wanted to be a bit taller...my boobs a little bigger...but that's every girls mindset. No girl has a perfect body image, and almost always thinks they want just a little more, or a little less.
The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to grow. I went to my dorm and thought about it, and surfed the web trying to see peoples opinions on the size and shape of their body. Like I expected, most things I found were "My boobs are too big/small" or "I'm too tall/short" self esteem issues. But I did find something new...
It was several collections of sites of people (mostly guys) daydreaming about women growing or being giantesses. I surfed the sites for hours, reading on stories and things of the such, and my interest grew.
After hours of reading, I needed some fresh air. I took a walk, thinking how I should go about this...The campus was pretty empty...most people were in class, or studying, or doing something. It just wasn't the active time of day.
I took a deep breath, and slowly made myself start growing. I looked down and say my point of view changing as my body grew taller. My clothes distorted around my body, smoothing out in places, stretching in others, tightening on sensitive areas like my crotch and boobs.
I climbed higher and higher, my t-shirt riding up my stomach, as my jeans dropped downward. I pictured what I considered a perfect women, growing like that. My hips flared out and my butt shifted and curved and swelled slightly to my liking. My breasts swelled, staying perky and higher up on my chest, filling up my bra, bulging first from the top, and hten slowly bulging out of the bottom as my bra was forced upward.
I continued growing, my jeans began to tear apart at the seams on the side of my hips and thighs as I gave myself the curves I always wanted, as my lengthening torso and growing boobs forced my shirt higher upward. My belt snapped, and zipper undid itself under the pressure of my growing body, but my jeans still clung to my growing legs, which just exposed my underwear, which was slowly tightening, giving me a wedgy, and slowly turning more into a thong than panties.
The neck band on my shirt was the first part to rip, oddly enough, right in the front. My boobs hurt a lot from being forced into the now shrinking bra. I reached under my shirt, to try to unclasp it, even though I would've preferred that it broke on its own, it was causing too much pain. The clasp dug into my back, making it hard to pull against itself to undo it, and it was getting harder by the second...but I didn't want to stop growing.
The hooks eventually bent, straightening out and having my bra unhook itself, causing my breasts to jump forward, forcing my shirt even high up, to just under my boobs, and forcing the tear at the top to grow slightly.
The tears on my jeans moved down my thighs, giving me relief as my jeans loosened. They eventually rolled downward, and I struggled to pull them off my growing calves. When i bent down to take off the second pant, my panties snapped off, slinging them behind me, leaving me bottomless.
My boobs were growing out of the bottom of my shirt, giving the hot underboob view, as my shirt continued to rip down the center. I continued to grow taller and bigger, and my boobs swelled, as did my sexual feeling. I touched myself now and then between my legs, struggling now to caress my now large breasts so i can get the satisfying image of them bursting out of my shirt. The tear moved downward as the bottom of my shirt forced it's way upward. Eventually, it ripped right in half, exposing my chest completely, but still around my shoulders. I decided to just rip that off, and looked down at my body. I looked down, and I guessed I was around 10 feet tall...my boobs twice as big as basketballs.
I continued growing taller and taller. My boobs followed suit, as my body swelled and swelled. I felt the leaves in the trees above me hitting my head as I slowly rose upward, and smiled, shaking my head back and forth, and it rose into the trees. I grabbed my boobs and pushed them against my body, sending a wave of pleasure much more extreme than usual through my body.
Onlookers watched in awe and fear, but I didn't even notice them. All I could think about was growing bigger and bigger. I grew higher, my head breaking branches as it rose up there, as I began to feel my breasts and back being tickled by the leaves in the trees as well. I began to touch myself more and more, needing the release more than I've ever needed it before. I reached around 20 feet tall, my boobs as big as weather balloons, as I used my now long, giantess arms to move the leaves and branches from my face, to look for a suitable onlooker.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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