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Chapter #4
A fateful encounter
by: Unknown
Feeling content with your new height you think of what to do next. Looking around your room you decide that a wardrobe change was in order. You contemplate simply snapping your fingers and changing the contents of your closet but wh where's the fun in that. You thought it would be more amusing to show off your new height and to hunt down anything that might squeeze over your new voluptuous body.
You begin the search in your room Deciding that in order to go shopping for clothes you should probably have some clothes on. Bending down to look through your drawers you give out one final groan of pleasure as your underwear is finally stretched to its limit and pops off. You continue your search trying on several stretchy tops only for them to rip apart as you try to pull them over you massive breasts. The same goes for your pants. You manage to squeeze a couple all the way up your thighs by bending your legs in and inching them up; but by the time they reach you butt the strain is too much and they burst don't the inseam. You stifle moans each time the creaking and tearing of the fabric being a very pleasurable release that you almost forget that your looking for a pair that fits. After several outfits in your closet are torn to shreds you pause for a second hearing a knock on your bedroom door. You quickly turn making sure that the door is locked before answering back asking who it is, you startle yourself with how much deeper your voice sounds with the larger vocal cords. Answering back through the door you hear your sister Matsuri's muffled voice. "Are you alright nayuki? You sound wierd."
"I'm fine." You answer back trying to make your voice sound a little raspy as well "I just don't feel very well so I'm calling in sick today."
"Oh, alright then. Me and Misuzu are heading out to school then we'll see you later." The statement is followed by fooststep and the sound of the front door opening and closing. Your conversation with your sister gives you an idea. Remembering to mere minutes ago when Matsuri WAS bigger than you you smile and head to her room.
You didn't often agree with your sisters style. Being the rebellious type she often wore quite revealing clothing when not in her school uniform to better show off her assets. This resulted in a wardrobe selection that consisted of a lot of crop tops the if tried on wouldn't even cover your breasts. Eventually however you do manage to find a large baggy blouse tank top and a stretchy elegant skirt that our mom had gotten her trying to get her to stop with her punk fashion. She never wore it of course and so you don't think she'd mind if you borrowed it. The set was meant to help Matsuri be less revealing hover it doesn't exactly have the same effect on you. Pulling the long blouse over your assets it billows out below them only coming down to around your belly button and exposing your toned midriff. Due to the size of you brests it hovers a good foot in front of your chest due to the relative size of your breasts to your height making it very easy for any passerby to get a glimpse at their underside. They bounce freely against the fabric as you relish in the fact that Matsuri doesn't have a bra that can contain them. And with each bound your highly sensitive nipples become more visible poking through the thin fabric. The skirt which had once been knee length now only went about a third of the way down your thinghs and the wasteland squeeze you pudgy skin inwards. You bend forward to look at yourself in the mirror and feeling content with the outfit and all that it allowed you to show off you crouch you way through your front door and head for the mall.
The building almost seems to halt as you enter each person, especially the boys, turning to stare awestruck at the amazon that just walked in. You relish in their stares and simply continue in to the clothing department. You spend hours trying on outfits finding the best ones to your liking. Some are similar to your current one and billow out from your being giving your assets plenty of room to breath and even grow if you so choose. Others you pick to allow yourself to fully take in your new size in its comparison to normal clothes. You pick out a few t shirts and jeans in the 3 and 4 XL sizes that fit very tightly over your assets tenderly squeezing them and giving them a nice definition through the fabric. You try a similar method when looking for shoes however the only not tight fitting ones you can find are flip flops and sandals and even with the biggest size they have you feet spill slightly over the sides. You elect for a tight pair of slip on shoes in the biggest size they have, which still stretches the definition of slip on with the difficulty you have doing so, and decide to order some others later. The entire time your shopping you catch glimpses of families staring many boys having a hard time hiding the effect your body is having on them and even some girls you see glancing in your direction with last in their eyes.
Finally content with the start if your new wardrobe you begin to exit the mall. You here someone call "Nayuki?" You turn to the source of the sound and look down to see non other than your best friend Kyoko. You look friend stood dumbfounded before you in a buttons up blouse, kapris, and tennis shoes each not necessarily tight; but form fitting enough to show off her assets. She stood at 5'8" with a nice pair of perky E cup breasts and a round pear shaped rear. You two had been friends since before puberty had struck and so when she began to develop much more than you she never held it over your head and tried to keep you hopeful of one day growing too. Thus rather than be jealous of her curves you grew to love them along side her personality and had developed the biggest crush of your life that she knew nothing about.
You face your friend and your cheeks immediately flush red as you try to come up with a response. Kyoko beats you to it however breaking out of her trance from you new form and simply asks " What happened to you?" You dont know how to respond and you begin to panic thinking of what to do when a thought accidently crosses your mind....
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