Missy expected her 20th Birthday to be completely uneventful. She had planned to do what she did for her 19th Birthday and her 18th Birthday before that. Possibly order some Indian food and either watch a movie alone or possibly visit some fetish chatroom on the web. She had become increasingly interested in some of the giantess chatrooms on the web. Fantasy had become a delightful escape in her boyfriendless existence. The last guy she had dated was probably Junior Prom, so it had been a while for her.
Missy by no means unattractive. She stood roughly about 5'5", slender with shoulder length chestnut hair porcelain white and large watery blue eyes. But she always desired to be taller. Much taller. In the last five or six years she had infrequently began having what she called "growth dreams".
The dreams would consistently involve her in a public setting. Most frequently either a park or the mall. She would slowly start feeling her clothes getting tight in the dream which would follow everybody looking at her as she began to grow taller and taller. She would always feel a sudden sensation of pleasure as people continued to dwindle smaller and smaller as they watched Missy continue to grow taller and taller. The buttons on her blouse popping off, the straps on her shoes bursting and the hem of her skin tight low ride jean finally bust as both her growth and the pleasure continued to build. She giggled as the people in her dream would continue to watch her body get taller and more, as the kids would say, "bootylicious".
Once in a great while she would have these dreams and then have to change her underwear when she woke up. But in the last few nights her "growth dreams" became more and more frequent. Her most recent one was the night before her birthday. This dream was the most vivid.
Ever since Missy moved into her late Aunt Doris's old Victorian house on Cape Cod five days back she had been having the dreams more and more.
Missy had received a letter in the mail from the estate of her Aunt Doris. Apparently, Missy had been left the entire house as well as a substantial amount of cash in her will.
Missy had only seen her Aunt Doris once in her life. She had stayed with her Aunt one Summer she was 12. Apparently, Missy's visit had an impact on her Aunt. The will had listed Missy as her favorite niece and thanked her for her kindness and thoughtfulness during her visit.
Missy had always been a very polite child, and that had followed her into adulthood. It's just the way her folks raised her.
Too bad these traits didn't rub off on her other siblings. They may have inherited a dusty old house and a lot of money.
But Missy absolutely loved the place. But the only problem was that it was very far away from her family. Or from anywhere she could meet anyone.
She did remember Aunt Doris telling her that she had been involved in the local theatre company. She had mentioned something about being an actress when she was in her 20's. Aunt Doris was a squat troll of a woman and Missy could not imagine her playing anything but some old hag in a Shakespeare production.
She had heard some rumors from various family members that Aunt Doris was a "witch". But Missy thought the remarks were made out of jealousy of Aunt Doris's fortune.
Missy had woken that morning from the fifth consecutive night of "Growth dreams", feeling the usual "after effects" the dreams usually caused.
"Shit! Not again!" Missy sighed miserably looking underneath the covers. She was wearing nothing but a pink bra and panties. She looked at her clock to see what time it was. 7am.
"Happy Birthday to me." Missy said quietly. She removed herself from her bed wearing nothing but her bra and panties. Nobody was living with her and there were no neighbors for at least a mile. So, there was no worry of anyone accidentally walking in on her.
She lightly dragged her fingers along her navel still feeling a little bit of "horniness" from the dream. She wasn't quite hungry, so she slipped on some pink fuzzy open toe slippers and decided to take a bit of a stroll around the house a little bit. She had done a little bit of exploring, but she hadn't seen every bit of the house.
Missy always loved attics. Mostly because she had hoped there would be something up there like in "The Goonies". But she heard her Aunt had a large collection of antique books and oddities. And Missy loved books.
Missy walked up the stairs towards the attic. She found her finger continuing to glide around her navel. She was finding the "affects" of the dream she had harder and harder to shake.
"Argh!" She grit her teeth. " This is stupid. Why am I so horny this morning. I'm going to have to take a bath this morning." she snarled.
Missy finally made it up the stairs and opened the attic door. The room itself was about the size of a auditorium with a high vaulted ceiling which seemed to stretch over 20 feet high.
A layer of dust and cobwebs covered everything. Missy made her way across the creaky floor looking in amazement at all the assorted stuff her aunt had collected. A large painting caught her eye. It was of a very young woman, possibly Missy's age, with bobbed brown hair, big brown eyes, a round cherub face, thin neck, pursed lips and wearing fashion that was in style in the 1920's. The woman was absolutely beautiful.
Missy knew right away it was Aunt Doris. Something about the eyes and lips were just a dead giveaway. She was in awe how beautiful she looked in the painting. Nothing like the tiny troll-like woman she knew all those Summer's ago.
"Wow, Aunt Doris," Missy gaped, "you were a stone cold fox!!" She giggled and continued to look through the boxes.
She found herself becoming increasingly frustrated. She was not able to enjoy looking through everything because the "urges" were beginning to become unbearable. She had decided to take a look through one box and then come back later after a hot bath.
Missy opened the moldy cardboard box to discover an assortment of trinkets and costume jewelry. A small wooden box on top of all jewelry immediately caught her attention. She picked up the wooden box and immediately popped open the top. Inside she discovered an incredibly beautiful gold necklace with an emerald green stone in the center. Missy's eyes glittered like a small child looking at it.
Missy took it out by it's chain and dangled it in front of her eyes. The necklace just seemed to glow in the shaft of dusty sunlight pouring in from the large picture windows.
Missy looked down in the box again to find a tiny handwritten note. She picked the aged piece of paper up and began to read it.
'The wishing stone' it read. 'Make a wish and your most inner desires will be granted.'
Missy looked at it skeptically.
Since this was discared with some costume jewelry, perhaps it was something that went with a play Aunt Doris was involved with, Missy thought to herself.
But she thought she would humor the letter and she placed the necklace around her neck.
"Your most inner desires, eh?" Missy chuckled. There was only one thing that Missy desired. Something that had frequented her dreams for the past nights.
Missy stretched her arms out and said in a loud commanding voice.
"O wishing stone," She boomed. "Make me grow. Make me grow as big as this room."
She made herself laugh hard as she kept her arms outstretched.
"And give me the body I have long since desired in my dreams!" She continued loudly.
Suddenly, she could feel a warm glow at her the center of her chest. Her eyes snapped down to see the stone in the necklace glowing bright emerald. The light in the necklace seemed to throb.
"What the f-" Missy began. Before she could continue she suddenly began to feel a warm sensation coarse through her arms, legs, stomach, breasts and but. The warm feeling coarsed hot between her legs.
She watch as her small breasts began to slowly swell. It began to push against her bra, the rubbing of the fabric caused her nipples to become rock hard.
She suddenly could feel her butt becoming fuller. She looked behind to see her butt actually growing rounder and round. Her underwear began to fit less and less as her body became more voluptuous. She could see her butt clevage beginning to show at the top of her underwear and the cheeks of her butt beginning to become exposed on each side.
She looked over at the mirror at the other side of the room. She walked over and inspected her new body. She still stood at 5'5", but she had the body of Beyonce. The dull ache of pleasure coarsed through her.
And then it happened. Missy began to feel herself grow taller. Slowly she could feel her body stretch towards the ceiling. She stumbled back to the center of the room.
"This is unreal." She moaned as she grew and grew and grew.
Her slipper finally ripped under the pressure of her feet. Her bra snapped open and she could feel her panties finally rip in two.
She ran her fingers over her increasing form as she watched the room get smaller and smaller.
She bit her lip in pleasure as she reached 10 feet tall.
"I'm so big." She moaned lightly as she continued to grow and grow. "I'm bigger than big." She grew even taller.
She looked up at the ceiling cupping both her breasts in her hands. She ran her fingers down her breasts, over her stomach and over her butt. Drinking in how big she was growing.
She continued to grow and grow and grow and grow and grow and grow. She was no longer self conscious on how much pleasure this was causing her. Her dreams had become realities and the feeling of her growth was causing her to have an orgasm.
"Oh yes, I am the biggest," she let out a loud pleasure filled moan, "nobody is bigger than me. NOBODY!"
She was absolutely getting off on her size when she felt her head hit the ceiling. She did't stop growing as she knelt on the ground.
"Why haven't I stopped?" She thought as the room was beginning to become filled with her ever increasing form.
It was then she realized. When she wished to be as big as the room, she was literally going to be AS BIG AS THE ROOM.
She began to lay down feeling herself panting with pleasure. She rubbed her fingers over her rock hard nipples as she grew and grew and grew.
"I can do better than this," she smiled with pleasure, "I don't want to stop here. I want to be bigger than this. MUCH BIGGER."
As she grew she let out a loud scream of pleasure.
"I WANT TO BE THE BIGGEST GIRL IN THE WORLD!!" She bellowed. "DO YOU HEAR ME WISHING STONE. I WANT TO BE THE BIGGEST AND MOST POWERFUL GIRL IN THE WORLD!!"
The stone glowed bright emerald once more...
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