orangeorc: fragmangh: Cover me, I’m going in. After Laura’s Enlargening, the doctors did
orangeorc: fragmangh: Cover me, I’m going in. After Laura’s Enlargening, the doctors did their best to manage her expectations. They said she could probably count on growing all the way to at least a D-cup, probably even a DD-cup, and if she had a favorable response to the treatment, maybe as big as an E or an F. She was instructed to give the artificial growth spurt 48 hours to run its course, and then to get her bust measured and buy new clothes for herself. She waited 3 days, just be extra safe, and when she finally had herself measured she was a HHH. A big HHH. So big that when the tailor who measured her tried to squeeze Laura into a HHH bra she promised would be “roomy,” Laura snapped it by breathing in suddenly. The tailor apologized, looking almost bewildered, and managed to cram Laura into an extra-elastic JJ cup. “I wonder if I’m still growing…” said Laura, feeling herself strain against the constricting JJ bra with every breath. “I should probably wait a bit longer… but these boobs are so big… I have to see how they look in some new outfits!” Shopping for outfits was harder than expected, though. While she’d chosen a specialty store ahead of time which catered to large-busted clients, her boobs were significantly bigger than her own outside growth expectations. Tops that would have been perfect for her expected DD’s couldn’t even close over her monstrosities. To make things harder still, the doctors told her to measure her height as well, saying that while increases in height were rare, the Enlargening could occasionally make “growth-sensitive” girls grow an inch or two taller. Laura set some longer pants aside, in case she grew to 5’4” or 5’5”. When she checked her height at the store she was 5’8”, meaning she had to start all over in the pants department. And even pants that were long enough were suddenly a struggle to pull on, because it turns out the only reason her big, giant boobs hadn’t caused her to topple forward was apparently she had a big, bubbly counterweight growing just as quickly in the back. After an hour of frustration, the JJ bra felt so painfully tight she realized she had to get re-sized into something bigger. But just as she decided to do so, the JJ bra suddenly became so tight Laura couldn’t breathe… she panicked, took a deep breath, and suddenly her bigger-than-actual-melons melons exploded her top and sent it flying across the room. The store manager saw the marks where a clearly-too-small-bra had been digging into Laura’s body, and scolded Laura’s former tailor for “almost suffocating the poor girl.” Laura’s tailor apologized, looking at Laura’s burgeoning curves like she was seeing a completely different person. The manager naturally offered Laura store credit and a personal fitting, which Laura agreed to. The store manager took Laura back to the fitting room. Laura’s boobs were so big she could barely wrap her arms around them, and when she let them go her bust was too wide for the slimmer mirror on fitting room door. The store manager apologized and re-fitted Laura as a MMM. When she noticed the way it was barely containing Laura, she cleared her throat and explained timidly it was the biggest top they had without ordering something custom. Laura, who was distracted from her immense proportions by intermittent vertigo, noticed she was exactly as tall as the store manager in the mirror. “The MMM will work, for now… um, how tall are you?” “Oh, I’m almost exactly six feet.” And almost as soon as the manager said it, Laura felt another pang of vertigo and her top tightened for what felt like the billionth time that day. When she checked her reflection again, she was clearly two inches taller than the manager. The manager noticed too, and went pale. This monster girl, who was already almost too big to clothe, was getting bigger… and the manager had already promised to comp her a full outfit and a personal fitting. Laura’s dreams of a full, chest-flattering new wardrobe were already dashed, though. She knew she was already way too big for most of clothes in the store, and quickly settled on one ugly pink outfit that at least fit. The whole store was staring at the six-and-a-half foot girl with basketball-sized boobs now. No one moved or shopped while the anxious manager rushed Laura through check-out. With every breath, Laura’s huge bust seemed to pull the buttons on the front of her new shirt further apart. Laura was trying not to giggle, but the situation was hopelessly comic to her. The manager and everyone else in the store was scurrying frantically, and something about how short everyone suddenly was made their fear seem hilarious… even cute. She thanked the manager, in a loud voice that made everyone jump, and for one last scare nabbed the manager and buried her face in the gargantuan boobs that had so troubled her. She let the manager get so close to suffocating she had to frantically pat Laura’s arm and beg for air in a muffled voice before Laura dropped her on the ground. As Laura left the store, her bust brushed both sides of the door frame, and her hips actually stuck for a second. She was seven feet tall, and had to duck her head. As soon as she took her first step outside the store, she felt a pang of vertigo and something new… a trembling… a deep, earthquake-like rumbling sensation, like the next growth spurt was going to be so intense her body almost couldn’t handle it. As she literally shook with anticipation, Laura couldn’t help feeling giddy at the thought of being bigger. A week ago, she hoped her boobs would get big enough to launch a career as a stripper. Now she was an extraordinary amazon… she’d be famous for sure now! “Bigger!” she told her body, suddenly impatient to see how much bigger she could get. “I… wanna… be… bigger!” The quaking stopped abruptly. Her bust bulged slightly, causing a single button to pop and fly across the parking lot. People were staring at her… and after several seconds of nothing happening, people began to shrug and go about their business. “That’s freaking it!?” she shouted, so loud she set off a nearby car alarm. “I thought that was going to be the big one!” After several more seconds of silence, her body seemed to finally finish the little joke, and suddenly her bust bulged forward, growing more than a foot in diameter- big enough to pop almost all the remaining buttons on her top. Her buxom frame lurched upwards, and suddenly she was eight feet tall. “Hmmm…” she said, admiring her latest development and caressing her curves, once again with all eyes on her. “This is more like it. At least now I-“ The weird joke of her body’s timing had a second part, and before Laura could blink her clothes exploded, she lurched up to twelve feet tall, and her tits were so big grown men could have used them as bean bag chairs. Someone screamed. A couple people ran. Men and teenage boys just stood there, jaws hanging open at the sight of the curvy, glamorous ogress of their least reasonable fantasies. A deep, rumbling villain-laugh slowly began to emanate from Laura. Her plan for the day had been to go home, take some pictures, and send them to talent agents, ex-boyfriends who needed a lesson, prospective boyfriends who needed to come over, tabloids, whoever. But now she was too big to fit in her own apartment! Sexy as she was, she was much, much too big to settle for being loved. She was so big, she really had no choice except to be feared. Which was better, now that she thought about it. Her teensy phone beeped and whistled up at her from the ground, and she remembered the doctor’s office had said they’d call her for an update. With exaggerated care, her giant fingers plucked it off the ground, flipped it open, and held it to her ear. “Hello, Laura! This is your standard post-Enlargening check-up. We just wanted to know if your breasts were larger than a D-cup, and if you’d observed any increase in your height.” Laura smiled, and felt her body trembled with another serendipitous growth-quake. “Turn on the news,” she said sweetly, seconds before her giant fingers dropped the phone. She guffawed, hearing her voice grow deeper and louder as her body grew bigger. The people and the cars filling the parking lot shrank, until they looked like toys. Her impossibly curvy shadow stretched longer and longer, reaching all across the parking lot. She plumped, and thickened, and bulged and grew until she was thirty feet tall. With a sadistic grin, Laura turned around, and her ponderous SUV-sized super-jugs smacked over a street lamp. The weight of her bust almost pulled her over, but she managed to compensate by staggering for a step, and crushing some fuckboy’s muscle car. Her ludicrous proportions made walking a struggle, but she eventually managed to figure out the extra-jiggly saunter that kept her mega-bust and uber-ass more or less in balance with each other. As an added perk, she was so big and heavy, every footstep caused the earth to shake and cars to bounce on their shocks and she stomped past them! She’d thought about getting down on her hands and knees and squeezing her plump figure through the greater entryway and smashing the supposedly “big-bust-friendly” clothing outlet flat with her tits, but one glance told her she’d already grown too big to squeeze back inside of anywhere, even the mall. Luckily, as her towering frame rose to fifty feet tall, another idea presented itself. The clothing store manager had gone into her private office to consult with a flask after living through one of the most surreal days of her life. She hadn’t been watching Laura grow to monster proportions through the window, like her staff or customers. She hadn’t known to run when Laura stomped back over to the store. When a 100-foot Laura ripped the roof off the store, and guffawed chestily while reaching down to scoop her up, however, the manager knew exactly what to do: finish her flask as quickly as possible. “The clothes I bought don’t fit anymore… what’s your return policy?” Laura asked sweetly, batting her eyes. “You know what? I quit. I don’t work here anymore,” said the manager, glumly shaking her empty flask. “By the way, this store isn’t currently insured against acts of god.” “Oh, that’s me!” said Laura, gently setting the hiccuping former-manager down in the parking lot. Laughing like a school girl, Laura stomped forward, her big hips swinging and smashing a zig-zagging path of destruction through the store… and then then the mall… and then, for good measure, a couple office buildings next to the mall. Laura didn’t really have a long-term plan anymore, she just knew crushing metal and concrete with her immense, curvy body felt so good it was getting her wet. She might not have even noticed she was 300 feet tall if her hips hadn’t suddenly gotten stuck between two buildings. Two buildings on opposite sides of the street, which her hips and bust were now too wide for. Laura turned one way, and then the other, and after a few tries was able to swing her big, jiggling mountains of tit-flesh at one building hard enough to knock it over. Then, with some re-balancing, the other building. Then a couple more buildings, until she was so tall none of the buildings reached her tits anymore. She waddled precariously through the skyline, trying to keep her balance, but with all the buildings underfoot, it was inevitable she’d trip on something. Plus, her back was killing her and she kind of wanted to lay down. More than a thousand feet tall and still growing, Laura toppled forward, smashing into the city jugs-first. The buildings should have hurt, but somehow her curvy, padded body absorbed the shock easily. Even her giant tits, so big they should have bent her spine back, somehow smashed into the ground with enough force to shape two humongous craters under Laura’s body. “Oh… oh wow…” said Laura, wriggling into the debris like a girl at the beach. “That’s really cozy… I’m super comfortable… this giant craters can actually support my god-bust…” She began the chuckle a the serendipity. “I finally found a supportive top…” she giggled, kicking her giant legs behind herself girlishly. “It looks like it’s main street!” Laura laughed again, shaking the world. A part of her wanted snuggle in for a nap after all the havoc she’d caused, but another part was already wondering what would happen if she grew even bigger. So when she felt her gargantuan melons starting to outgrow the city-block craters she’d packed them into, she was relieved. “I haven’t… peaked yet…” she cooed, feeling her jiggling curves expand to cover more and more of the city beneath her. “I’m still… getting… bigger…” -- source link