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orangeorc: hitomitanakareal: Hitomi Tanaka now ready to chit-chat with you Live! Click here! After the reactor malfunctioned, Professor Hara ended the science lab early, and sent the students on their way. She made a cursory effort to make sure none of the students had been hit by the stray bolt of radiation- and so no one thought to ask if the bolt had struck her. As she hustled out the shaken students, her top started feeling tighter- she crossed her arms, hustled back to her office, and slammed the door. “You’re fine, Sharon. You’re fine…” she assured herself. “Ninety-nine times out of hundred, that kind of radiation is completely harmless! You’re panicking over… hnnngh…” She groaned awkwardly as her top tightened again. “So… warm in here! God, I need to relax. I’m so flustered I’m imagining things!” She took off her lab coat, and tossed it on the floor. She looked down, and did a double-take- she couldn’t see her feet, because for the first time in her life, her boobs were in the way. “Oh… my! Well. I need to watch my diet… I must be gaining weight! This shirt fit so well when I bought it, but now it looks so tight and-“ She gasped slightly as her heaving breasts popped a button on her blouse, sending it flying across the room. “Of course! Sharon, you probably just shrank your shirt in the wash…” She pulled off her shirt. Her breasts were huge. Several times bigger than ever. “Well… look at those. Hmmm. Did I check my calendar this morning? Maybe I’m just swelling up a bit because it’s almost time for my-“ Her bra made a stretching noise, as her breasts grew several inches bigger in diameter. They strained against her top until it dug into her skin. Her cleavage ballooned up, and the tops of her growing boobs spilled over the tops of her cups. “Dear lord. My breasts are growing. I absorbed the radiation, and my breasts are growing bigger,” she said, tapping herself on the forehead anxiously. She took a calming breath, and straightened her back. “Right. Sharon, this is a common side effect of the radiation. Sensitivity may vary from person to person, so there’s no way to know when this will stop.” She clenched her eyes shut for a moment, and waited to grow again. She expected her (painfully tight) bra to explode with each careful breath. Nothing happened. After about a minute, she opened one eye, and looked down. “I… think I’m done growing!” she said, breathing a sigh of relief and relaxing her posture. “God, that was scary!” She caught a sight of her reflection in the mirror across her office. She couldn’t help but smile a little as she check herself out, and carefully began to caress her overflowing mounds. “Hmmm. Maybe this isn’t such a bad thing…” she said, marveling at how excessively big she was. “Certainly over the top… I’d certainly never had requested stripper breasts… but they’re not unflattering.” She practiced taking her glasses on and off, making a seductive face as she did so. “This might actually be the best thing that ever happened to me. I’ll get to see what it’s like having large breasts… and everyone will just assume I had implants! I already spent two decades with small breasts, what’s wrong with seeing how the other half lives?” She arched her back, and was in awe of how far in front of herself her “balcony” protruded. “God, all those dumb college boys can’t stop staring at me as is. Wait’ll they see me practically bursting out of my-“ Her breasts bulged suddenly, swelling forward nearly six inches and bursting Professor Hara’s bra. “My god! I’m not done growing!” Her huge tits bounced forward. They were so huge and heavy, they nearly pulled her forward onto her face. “So… big! These things are… obscene!” she groaned, stunned by how hard it was to wrap her arms around the warm soft monster. “This couldn’t get any-“ The back of her skirt tore suddenly. “What the-“ Her heels broke under her, and then her shoes tore. “What’s going-“ Her skirt snapped off of her waist, and when Professor Hara looked down she saw the floor getting further away. “What’s happening?” she asked, alarmed, still trying to hold her growing boobs. “Why are all the pictures on the wall getting lower?” She kept trying to convince herself that what she was seeing wasn’t happening. But finally her panties snapped off of her and sprung across the room. “I’m… growing…” she said, stunned, as she grew taller and taller. “First my breasts were growing, but now my whole body is growing… this level of growth is unprecedented… I’m taller than the whole faculty… I’m taller than my ex-boyfriend…” She reached up and easily touched the ceiling. “I’m almost as tall as the room… I’m seven… probably eight feet tall…” She looked down at her desk and chair. They looked like they were made for a child. “I’m… still growing… I’m already like an amazon… and I’m still growing…” A slow, almost guilty smile spread across her face. “Actually… this is… kind of empowering. The only things I ever wanted to change about my body were bigger breasts and being taller… this is a bit more than I asked for but…” Her head hit the ceiling, and she kept growing. “I think I might actually… be starting to enjoy this…” She bent her knees as she grew against the cracking room. She could bend down and try to compact herself into a ball small enough to fit into her dinky office, but she had a feeling she was going to just keep growing anyway. “I think… it’s Abnormal psychology meeting right above me!” she said, as a naughty thrill started to overtake her. “Well… let’s see what they have to say about this!” She forced herself upward. Her head and shoulders exploded into a class room in the psychology department. “Hello, soft scientists!” she laughed, as she grew into the room full of terrified students and one professor she’d never learned the name of. “Sorry to intrude like this!” she laughed, growing so tall she was nearly eye level with the professor. “Have you ‘doctors’ thought of a name for sexual arousal by growing man times bigger than a normal person? I think I might have that.” “Macro or micro philia, depending on whether you’re fixating on being large or on individuals smaller than yourself,” said the dazed professor. “Oh, well done, that must have been hard…” she said, still growing. “Well, good news for any ‘macrophiles’ in your class… here comes my breasts!” She grunted with exertion as she grew up, and her expanding chest tore up through the floor of the psychology classroom. She felt sick and dirty and aroused as hell as she rose up to a second roof, and her immense bosom expanded to fill the room. She could feel herself smothering and crushing students with her radiation-engorged breasts… it was the best feeling of her life… and even though she’d been joking about the whole “macrophile” thing she was pretty sure she heard at least one student say “woo!” “This is fantastic…” she mused, bursting upwards through floor after floor. “I hope I never stop growing… I want to be a giantess…” After almost a dozen floors, she exploded into sunlight. “Ahhh… much better!” she said, as her booming voice echoed across campus. “I think being hundreds of feet tall suits me rather well, don’t all of you agree?” She chuckled as her idiot students all looked up at her, screamed, and started running for cover. God, they were tiny looking. They were like ants to her. “The good news is all assignments for all my classes are canceled… I’ve outgrown this position… I’m much too big to be teaching little self-important twits like you now, aren’t I?” She laughed again, wading out of the science building, leveling most of it as she burst free. “And… forgive me for being vain… these breasts are just fantastic, aren’t they? A bosom like this… it shouldn’t be wasted on some professor! This is a rack for a goddess!” She couldn’t hear any response, but she assumed everyone was screaming. “How about this… I’m so tall that these wonderful giant breasts of mine are awfully far away… god knows enough of you brats have tried to peek down my shirt over the years…” She got down on her knees, and positioned her swelling chest over her campus. Her boobs weren’t quite as big as the campus grounds yet, but they were still growing… she knew she was close. “Here… let me give all of you a better look…” She squealed with delight as she lowered her breasts onto campus, crushing it. After a few glorious moments of smothering everything she’d worked for for nearly a decade into dust, she stood up and wiped of her breasts. “That was refreshing! These things are quite sensitive… I might crush a few other things while I’m up here… mmm… and it does seem like I’m still growing…” She looked west. Downtown’s tallest buildings only went to her knees. “Hello, tiny city… my name is Sharon…” she said, licking her lips and positioning her breasts over the city. “And it will be my pleasure to crush you…” -- source link