Linda sat on her computer, skimming through the pages upon pages of growth stories, artwork, and videos. Most of her days had begun to boil down to this. This deep need, the primal desire, to be huge, to be massive, to be giant. Still, she stuck to her Yoga and stretches, hoping they might take effect someday, keeping her in shape.
Less and less, her friends faded from her life. No matter where they went, Linda would sit and daydream about being huge. She would imagine all her friends suddenly bursting out of their clothes, growing, and swelling. She would imagine their reactions if they suddenly saw her one day, bigger, and growing, and bigger still. She barely conversed while with them.
Suddenly, she slammed her desk. "Fuck!" She said, frustrated. She began to think to herself "There has to be something...someway...all this technology, humanity hasn't figure out a way to make us bigger!" She looked down at herself. She began to grow slightly depressed at this burden she had. She didn't like being obsessed. She wished she had a normal mindset, one that didn't desire to grow massive.
But that's all she wanted. Was that so bad? A bit more growth? Maybe an inch? Who was she kidding, if she did grow an inch, she would probably be more obsessed, and want even more. She remember when she hit her growth spurt when she was 13, and was so happy that she was growing. This was crushed when she stopped growing though, nor more taller than most females. She envied this one girl in her high school, who was 6'4". She still imagined what it must be like to be her.
Little did Linda know, something would happen to make her grow.
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