Evie corrected her posture; her shadow fell long and dark along the street. She tottered precariously on legs like apple trees, swaying dangerously in the wind. Her blue eyes scanned the road from this new vantage point. She was not used to her new size; she was not used to her weight; she was not used to the increased weight at the front. She steadied herself with a lamppost using an outstretched arm. The metal twisted where she grasped it. Evie hastily withdrew her arm, surprised by her own strength. Oops. She stepped backwards, feeling little pangs of guilty pleasure at the boom of her footsteps in her stomach. The unctuous bounce of her bosom caught her attention, ripe and hefty; she managed a slight smile. They were like soft, round hay-stacks – bales of perfumed flesh. She was "stacked", as our cousins across the pond might say. She breathed deeply, watching her bust swell. She felt cool and pleasant. She enjoyed the tingle of sunlight on her skin. Evie moistened her lips. She dozed briefly in the heat, admiring the play of the light across and off her verdant and juicy buxom. An ambulance screeched to a halt down the road. The sirens and screeched jerked Evie from her boob-admiring and back to the admittedly surreal situation. She started, stepping backwards; pain shot up through the sole of a foot and she twisted awkwardly as she trod on a bicycle; she yelped: Evie flailed ungracefully – her mammoth chest threatening to unbalance her now. She stumbled backwards into the rows of shops. Her hulking ass and hips thumped into the flats above the shop with a thunder. She felt bricks and mortar crumble reluctantly under her cheeks. A rogue thrash of her arm decapitated a chimney pot.
James Docherty joined the group. As a student and aspiring poet his mind did cart-wheels. The girl cut a tremendous figure against the sun. Her vast bosom was a hillock, fruitful and succulent; the cleft of her cleavage a lush and deep, dark valley between them. Her hips and buttocks moved with opulence and graceful eroticism as she, the flower goddess, twisted to regain her footing properly after the last surge of inexorable growth... and slammed them into a building. The size of her! "Sorry!" she bellowed. She was sorry!? She had nothing to apologise for, she was so lovely - so big - she couldn't help it. He thought briefly of his girlfriend at that size... or bigger! She'd look pretty spectacular too. His mind wandered back to the girl, who the old man near him had explained to the crowd was a girl from a flower shop nearby. She did look vaguely familiar. He imagined this girl bigger...if that was possible. She'd be huge...A continent! She'd grow and grow! Her hips could squeeze and lock around the world with their size in her carnal embrace. She could lap up the seas. Her massive chest swelled like a planet...the dark chasm of her cleavage swallowing cities in the veritable cradle of eroticism. Her red locks of hair a perfumed, damp ladder to the sky's empyrean. Ahh yes. Between her legs - a dark and sprawling rain forest of red, luscious and steamy with hot life. Her lips and tongue upon the world in passion, sticky and juicy with her hot saliva, a deluge left on earth. She just kept growing. He surreptitiously adjusted his coat.
Evie hoisted herself from the brickwork, her rear peeled from the wall, displaying the craters her haunches had impressed upon the foundations. A window frame came away with them comically. Picture perfect. She lurched forward a tad dazed. She stood, knees together, with her legs splayed. As she breathed a sigh of relief, the pavement under one foot, already tortured by her increased weight, caved and crumbled. Her foot went through the street. Evie toppled like a bosomy tree, thankfully cushioned by her billowy rear, but leaving a matching site of impact on the ground. Evie rubbed her butt with her branch-fingered hand. Guess I’ve put on weight…. A faint rumbling from her left foot attracted her attention. From the hole, a geyser of water jetted into the sky. Her foot must have burst a water pipe. The water rained down the street, which soon was hot, steamy and damp. Evie confessed the feeling was pleasant; she felt it sprinkling down on her curvaceous form. Her body was beaded with it, it trickled down over her bosom in little rivulets. It felt good this impromptu shower. She languidly eyed the rainbow forming at the spout.
The paving stone rubble shifted under her. Evie watched a little stream of water balance briefly on the crest of her breast and then slide down into the black ravine of her cleavage. She teased a long finger through her slick cleft. So soft and cool to the touch. The rainbow was getting bigger now. Evie shifted her hips uncomfortably. She saw a number of people dash from the crowd. She felt quite offended; she hadn’t done anything on purpose! But ooh, the water. She swept her hand through the eruption playfully. Evie leant back slightly, the sun was in her eyes now, time must be getting on. Her eyes were drawn back to her breasts. She sat up again and hefted them in her huge hands; they were quite heavy. She let them fall, gleeful at the jiggle they gave. She gathered them up again, intrigued by the bulge in size it gave them. They were rather heavy. Squeezing them slightly with her elegant fingers felt great…she’d never had all that much to work with. The squashing, Evie thought amusedly, looked like getting bigger and bigger. Her hands were getting a bit tired; her chest was surprisingly heavy! She must be tired from the heat. Here we grow girls… she giggled inwardly. Big. A slight squeeze. Annnd bigger. More pressure. Aaaand bigger! Evie clutched her breasts to her in a rush. Biggest –Oopps! Her slippery boobs spilled over her hands and bounced rebelliously. To big too handle! She grinned at the street. There was a woman shouting now on the street and gesturing towards Evie; more people were running frantically. She tried to catch what the woman was shrieking. She strained her hearing. "Run! –Something – Something – Figger? Figure?" Hey! Evie flushed heavily under her verdant skin. You try maintaining a figure when your weight is measured in tones – cheeky bitch! She fumed inwardly.
She felt hot and angry. She needed a drink. She craned her neck and opened her mouth at the zenith of the geyser, feeling the cold water splash her face and running down her throat. The fount diminished – her foot must be blocking it. She look around, her face sopping. Evie attempted to extricate her foot from the hole – God it was tiny, how’d that foot even get in there!? She wrenched her foot out; the pavement came away like biscuit. The spout leaped up and danced around the underside of her breasts. She giggled with girlish mirth at the sensation. She feel calamitously to her knees and gulped and lapped at this little urban fountain. She looked absentmindedly for the rainbow. There it was, dancing about eye level a little way off. Evie drank quite greedily.
The fountain died away, leaving Evie staring blankly at the street below. She espied a Fire Engine a little way off who appeared to have cut the water off. She knelt there, hair wet and mouth dripping. The little Dubliners looked even smaller. Wait a sec…Evie went to stand. Huge knuckles ground into the road to lift the colossal girl skywards. Evie rose. A gargantuan foot came down on the road. And rose. The people and vehicles dwindled in her big innocent blue eyes. And rose. The flats she’d careered into ebbed, they were the very same; there was her buttocks’ crater – it looked small to her; too small to be the thing she felt behind her. Evie realized she had got big. The roofs of the street waned as she stood. She had got very big… She watched her shadow spread down the street more and more. She had got very, very big. The houses were hips level. Evie gasped. She’d grown again! “I’m huge!” She blurted out, shocked by the rumble to her voice. The crowds were running and the uproar was spreading. Evie assumed the knees together stance and clutched at her huge bustline. Apparently a 30 -40 ft woman is a novelty spectator sport, but a girl does a little… developing…and suddenly it’s pandemonium…It’s like when Violet was bullied at school for being so small…she’d gone away for summer…puberty hit her like a train…4,10 to 5,9!...apparently positively bursting out of bras!...She just grew and grew!...I'm was like that…5,3 to uhhhh…80ft.? 90ft…100 maybe!? I am just a late bloomer!
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