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Emma's Transformation Chapter 2 - The Truth Revealed Part 1

(You can find Chapter 1 here) -

Emma stirred awake, blinking groggily at the sunlight filtering through the blinds. Her body felt strange—heavy, warm, and achy, but in a pleasant way. She sat up slowly, her sheets slipping off her figure, and immediately noticed the difference. The tank top she had slept in clung a little too snugly to her chest, the fabric stretched taut across her breasts. She cupped them, her eyes widening slightly.

"No way..." she muttered.

Slipping out of bed, she padded over to the mirror. Her hands ran over her torso, feeling the subtle but unmistakable changes. Her chest was fuller, her B-cup breasts rounding out more, pushing against the fabric of her bra. The band felt tighter than before—a clear sign she had grown again.

Her eyes drifted downward, and she blinked in surprise. Her waist was narrower, more defined. She twisted slightly, running her hands over her sides, marveling at how small her midsection felt.

"My waist is definitely smaller..." she whispered, excitement rushing through her.

Lowering her gaze further, she turned to inspect her backside. Her panties sat higher on her frame, stretched more firmly across her rounder butt. Her hips flared out more noticeably, creating a striking hourglass silhouette.

Grabbing a fresh tank top, she slipped it over her head. The fabric clung to her enhanced curves. She threw on the same oversized hoodie from the day before, concealing her figure. When she pulled on her jeans, she struggled slightly, having to wiggle them over her fuller thighs and hips. The denim hugged her legs tightly, emphasizing her widened hips, but the waistband gaped slightly around her smaller waist.

"Guess my hips and butt grew again... but my waist shrank," she thought, both thrilled and a little stunned.

Just then, her phone buzzed loudly from the nightstand. She picked it up and saw David’s name flashing across the screen.

David:

“Get to the lab. NOW. Something’s wrong.”

Her stomach dropped. She stared at the message, her pulse quickening. She knew exactly what was wrong. With a quick glance toward Chloe’s bed, she saw her roommate still fast asleep. Not wanting to wake her, Emma carefully grabbed her bag and slipped out of the dorm, quietly closing the door behind her.

She moved swiftly across campus, her heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement.

---

At the Lab

The moment Emma stepped into the lab, David turned toward her, his face pale and panicked. His lab coat was disheveled, and he clutched a clipboard with white-knuckled fingers.

“The vial—” he started, his voice frantic. “One of the vials is missing.”

Emma’s eyes met his, and she took a slow breath. She knew she couldn’t hide it from him anymore.

“David... I took it,” she confessed softly.

His eyes widened in disbelief. “What?!”

“I injected myself with the Enhancer,” she admitted, lowering her gaze slightly. “I know we didn’t test it yet, but... I had to.”

David ran a hand through his hair, pacing in frustration. “Emma, we hadn’t even done animal testing yet! You had no idea what it could do to you!”

“I know, but look—” she said quickly. With a determined breath, she grabbed the hem of her hoodie and pulled it over her head.

David’s eyes widened as she stood before him, her tank top stretched snugly across her fuller chest and exaggerated curves. His eyes traveled over her, taking in every change—the swell of her breasts, the cinched, tiny waist, and the pronounced curve of her hips and thighs.

Emma stood straighter, letting him take it all in.

“It worked,” she said softly, watching his stunned expression.

David’s breath caught in his throat. His hands instinctively reached out, lightly resting on her shoulders. His eyes were wide, a mix of concern and awe. Despite his initial shock, he was intrigued. How much bigger could she get?

“Okay,” he exhaled heavily. “I’ll keep this secret, but only if you agree to come in every day for tests and measurements. No exceptions.”

She nodded eagerly. “Deal.”

His fingers lingered slightly on her shoulders before he stepped back, grabbing his tablet.

“Let’s start with measurements,” he said, his voice steadier now, but still breathless with curiosity.

Emma’s heart fluttered as David approached with the measuring tape. She removed her hoodie fully and stood in front of him in just her tank top and jeans. Her pulse quickened as his hands brushed against her waist and hips.

His fingers lightly grazed her skin as he carefully measured around her bust. Emma’s cheeks flushed, feeling the warmth of his touch. She could hear the soft hitch in his breathing. His gaze kept flickering to her curves, eyes lingering slightly longer than necessary.

“Height... 5’6”,” David murmured, his lips slightly parted in astonishment. “You’ve grown two inches since taking XX.”

Emma smirked faintly. “Not bad, huh?”

David’s hands traveled around her waist with the tape, and his eyes widened as he read the measurement.

“Waist... 23 inches,” he whispered, staring at the tape in disbelief.

Emma’s cheeks flushed with pride. She had somehow gained the proportions of a model, with a noticeably smaller waistline compared to the day before.

His hands slipped around her hips next. The tape barely fit around her fuller frame. His knuckles grazed the swell of her butt as he measured.

“Hips... 36 inches,” he muttered, exhaling softly, clearly amazed.

Finally, he measured her bust. His hands slipped the measuring tape beneath her arms and around her chest, brushing against her fuller breasts. Emma bit her lip slightly, feeling her heart pounding in her ears.

“Bust... 36B,” David murmured, his breath warm against her skin.

Their eyes met briefly, both of their cheeks flushed. Emma saw the way David’s pupils were slightly dilated, and she felt a warm rush of satisfaction. He was looking at her—not Chloe. At her.

When he finally stepped back, his hands lingered at his sides, as though unsure whether to keep measuring or stop.

“Your proportions have changed significantly,” he said, forcing himself to focus on the data. “We need to track every detail moving forward.”

For the rest of the day, they worked together, running blood tests and taking notes. Though David remained professional, his gaze would occasionally drift to her figure—especially when he thought she wasn’t looking.

---

Late Night Return

By the time Emma slipped back into her dorm, the moonlight was filtering through the window. She quietly tiptoed inside, glancing at Chloe’s bed. Her roommate was fast asleep, her breathing soft and steady.

Emma let out a small sigh of relief and crept into her bed. She slipped beneath the covers, her heart still racing from the day’s events. She pressed her hand against her chest, feeling the subtle swell of her fuller breasts, and smiled softly.

She lightly traced her hand along her cinched waist, marveling at how much smaller it was, her fingers nearly meeting in the middle. She gently ran her hands over her fuller hips, thrilled by her exaggerated curves.

“Just wait till tomorrow,” she whispered to herself, her lips curling into a sly grin.

---

Emma's New Measurements:

Height: 5'6"

Bust: 36B

Waist: 23 inches

Hips: 36 inches

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Here we go!

Welcome, Growth Enthusiasts!

Whether you're someone who likes to read/watch women growing or wishing you could grow yourself, this is a small blog I hope you can find interest in.

Full disclosure, I use AI to generate both images and story text. If this is something you don't support, this is simply not the blog for you. For everyone else, I hope you find something you can enjoy on here.

For now, my plan is to work on a very long story known as "Emma's Transformation", This will be multiple chapters, as I have 6 written already with at least 12 planned and more after. I will post link to the prelude here for anyone interested. I also have short stories planned occasionally pertaining to all kinds of growth. Hope you all enjoy!

Emma's Transformation

Prelude - https://www.tumblr.com/ilovegrowth/778964021960474624/emmas-transformation-prelude?source=share

Chapter 1 - The First Bloom

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Emma's Transformation Prelude

Emma Williams sat hunched over the lab table, her chin resting in her palm as she stared at the glowing liquid swirling inside the vial. Her eyes were fixed on the faintly shimmering formula—the XX Enhancer—the result of nearly a year’s worth of research, trial, and error. Her breath hitched slightly as she watched the violet-tinted fluid shimmer under the fluorescent lights, casting an ethereal glow that almost seemed to call to her.

This is it… she thought. Everything’s about to change.

But not for her.

She glanced across the room where David Carter stood at the whiteboard, scribbling notes with the sort of furrowed-brow intensity that made her chest tighten. The subtle crease in his forehead, the way he absentmindedly bit his lower lip while he focused—it was maddening. Her heart fluttered whenever his sharp, hazel eyes flicked toward her, even if it was only to explain a calculation or clarify a data point.

David was the whole reason she’d volunteered for this project in the first place. Tall, athletic, and handsome, with short, tousled brown hair and a disarmingly charming smile, he was one of the most sought-after guys on campus. Most girls swooned over him, but Emma had always felt a deeper pull—a quiet, longing affection.

Except… David only had eyes for Chloe.

Her gaze drifted toward the door just as Chloe Carter strolled into the lab, her long, toned legs drawing every eye in the room. She was the walking embodiment of everything Emma wasn’t—statuesque, confident, and impossible to ignore. At 5’9” with DD-cup breasts and hips that swayed with effortless grace, Chloe had a body that seemed to belong on a magazine cover. Her long, wavy blonde hair framed her heart-shaped face perfectly, and her sparkling green eyes were filled with playful mischief.

As she leaned against the doorway, Chloe flashed David a coy smile.

“Hey, science boy,” she teased, her voice dripping with flirtatious charm.

Emma watched as David’s eyes instinctively flicked to Chloe’s chest, lingering for a heartbeat longer than they should. Emma’s stomach twisted. She was used to it—it happened all the time. Whether Chloe bent over to grab her phone or stretched her arms above her head, David’s gaze would follow. It was never crude or obvious, but Emma noticed. Every. Single. Time.

And it stung.

She fidgeted with the hem of her hoodie, pulling it down over her small frame, as if trying to disappear. At 5’4”, Emma was painfully petite next to Chloe. Her A-cup breasts barely filled her bra, and her slim, narrow hips made her look boyish compared to Chloe’s hourglass figure. She was all angles and slender limbs, while Chloe was curves and confidence.

David glanced at Emma briefly, offering her a fleeting smile before his eyes shifted back to Chloe. The look in his eyes was different. Warmer. Hungrier.

Emma clenched her fists under the table.

---

The Presentation – The Formula’s Potential

David cleared his throat and gestured to the vial in Emma’s hand, bringing the room’s attention back to their experiment.

“We’re officially ready for animal trials,” he announced, his voice filled with pride. “This—” he pointed to the Enhancer “—is going to revolutionize genetic engineering. A single injection will amplify physical attributes by stimulating the genes linked to the XX chromosomes. Stronger muscles, improved bone density, accelerated metabolism… and, yes,” he smirked faintly, “some aesthetic benefits, too.”

Chloe arched a brow, feigning mock interest. “Oh, you mean like bigger boobs and a perkier butt?” she teased with a wicked grin.

David chuckled, clearly enjoying her banter. “Potentially.”

Emma’s fingers tightened around the vial.

Chloe stepped closer, leaning against the edge of the lab bench, deliberately brushing David’s arm with hers. She tilted her head and flashed a playful smile.

“So… will you be the one administering the tests? Or can I volunteer to be your guinea pig?”

Emma’s stomach turned.

David laughed softly, his eyes flicking to Chloe’s face. “Not unless you’re part of the rodent population.”

Chloe pouted dramatically, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Too bad. I bet you’d love to measure me.”

Emma’s nails dug into her palm. She turned her face away, forcing her expression into a neutral mask, but her chest tightened with frustration. She knew Chloe was only being playful. She always flirted with David—it was just who she was. But Emma couldn’t help but notice how easily David responded.

He never looks at me like that…

---

The Decision

When their work was finished for the night, Emma walked with David toward the campus parking lot. Chloe had stayed behind to flirt with one of the football players who’d stopped by the lab.

“See you tomorrow, Emma,” David said, flashing her an easy smile.

Her throat tightened. She forced herself to smile back, hoping he couldn’t see the longing in her eyes.

“Yeah… tomorrow.”

As David walked away, she felt hollow. She’d spent so many late nights in the lab, working side by side with him—listening to his hopes and frustrations, catching glimpses of his rare, unguarded moments. She knew him better than anyone, but he never saw her the way he saw Chloe.

Her hands trembled slightly as she turned back toward the lab. The hallway was empty now. She slipped through the door, her breath shallow.

Her eyes locked onto the vial sitting on the counter. The Enhancer practically gleamed under the fluorescent lights, tempting her.

She reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as they curled around the vial. Her heart pounded in her chest. No one would know. David had already taken inventory. The next check wouldn’t be until the morning.

Her grip tightened.

If I could be just a little bigger… just a little curvier…

Her lips parted slightly, her breath quick and uneven. She quickly pulled a syringe from the lab drawer and drew the Enhancer into the needle.

Without hesitating, she pushed the needle into the soft flesh of her thigh and injected the entire dose. The fluid burned slightly as it entered her bloodstream, sending a faint chill through her body.

Emma’s hands trembled as she pulled the syringe away. She stared at the empty vial in her hand.

And then… nothing.

No surge of power. No sudden warmth. No tingling in her limbs. Just silence.

Her breath hitched with disappointment. She stared at herself in the lab mirror, her small frame unchanged, still wearing the same loose hoodie and baggy jeans. Her shoulders slumped.

Of course it didn’t work…

Dejected, she shoved the empty vial into her pocket and quickly wiped down the counter to cover her tracks. She left the lab, her stomach churning with frustration and regret.

---

The First Night of Change

Back in her dorm room, Emma tossed her hoodie onto the chair and climbed into bed. She stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours, her chest tight with disappointment.

She reached down, running her fingers along her slim waist, wishing she was different. Bigger. Sexier. Worth noticing.

David will never look at me like he looks at her…

Her eyes burned slightly, but she blinked away the tears. Eventually, exhaustion pulled her into a fitful sleep.

Tomorrow, everything would change.

---

Emma's Measurements at the Start of the Story:

Height: 5’4”

Bust: 32A

Waist: 24 inches

Hips: 34 inches

Frame: Petite and slender, with narrow shoulders and slim legs.

Posture: Slightly slouched, shy, and reserved.

Expression: Often hesitant and self-conscious, hiding behind hoodies to cover her small frame.

But soon… she wouldn’t have to hide anymore.

Chapter 1 - The First Bloom

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The Goddess of Growth

Part One

I was never meant to be small.

Not just in stature, though my body had always been a dinky, scrawny, unimposing thing. 

No—small in the grander sense.

The kind of small that lets people look through you as if you were never there. 

I had spent years slipping between the cracks of this world, a mere shadow in the halls of power, reduced to a footnote in the pages of science.

But not for long.

I would change all that.

I was always meant for something MORE.

Welcome, employee Turner, Helena. You are two minutes late. Please report to HR for a written warning.

I had spent years in this research firm, my existence barely acknowledged beyond the occasional nod or dismissive glance. 

My coworkers never saw me for what I truly am - A threat to the very structure of this world. 

And that was my greatest advantage. 

No one suspects the quiet one.

The woman hunched over her workstation long after others have gone home, the one whose name they struggle to remember.

They never saw the experiments.

The idea had formed slowly, festering in the back of my mind for years, fueled by every rejection, every condescending remark, every moment I felt shackled by my own physical limits. 

The world belonged to those who had power—power in their words, in their bodies, in their very presence. 

I had none of that, if not for a lack of trying.

I constantly stared at my 5'2" frame, small, unassuming. But it was a powerful prison that kept my ambitions, that surpassed the height of the clouds, shackled within.

But science… the modern ways of the arcane, could change everything.

I have tried everything I could consider that was within the means of the extent of my health:

- Alternative medicine

- Meditation

- Stretches

- Acupuncture

- Diets

- Hypnosis

Snake oils. All of them!

I even volunteered for several experimental procedures and drugs from the medical board.

Nothing!

I have bade my time. Studying the rise and fall of civilizations, of chemistry, environmental studies, arts, music.

All in preparation for the day I shall take over as the Goddess.

I have been training my body to reach its peak performance of speed, reflexes, and strength. But my frail body can only plateau so much...

I have honed both my body and mind. But I was only limited to what little I am blessed with.

It was time I took an unorthodox approach to all this. One that questioned the very laws of reality.

...

The solution I devised was in no means simple.

I will introduce to my body a cocktail of various compounds, each carefully researched, synthesized, and tweaked.

I did not rest until I had the right mix to reshape my existence.

Organic tissue enhancement, accelerated cellular regeneration, muscular expansion—everything the human body lacked, improved tenfold.

No, maybe even MORE.

The problem, of course, was activation.

My cocktail of serums alone was nothing more than an inert blend of chemicals that my body will immediately reject and flush out.

It needed a catalyst.

G-Radiation. A unique wave of energy that fluctuated and spiked in particular wavelengths. 

Wavelengths that would activate a radioactive metal colloid if introduced to my system. Which will trigger a chain reaction of the intravenous hormones and biochemical components!

This facility was equipped to simulate it, but the approach was… unconventional. 

Every piece of equipment I needed was controlled, monitored, contained—but present. And I had learned, through careful observation, exactly what to use to simulate the levels that I needed to trigger the reaction. 

The higher-ups had no idea their security systems were inadequate, that their precious safeguards meant nothing against someone truly determined.

I need to work in secret.

Always at night, always when I was certain the cameras had their predictable blind spots. 

I ran my tests on lab mice first, watching in satisfaction as the formula took effect as soon as I activated the G-rad oven that housed the subject. 

The results were crude, imperfect, but promising. 

A subject that had been weak and fragile the night before would wake larger, stronger, hungrier.

Their bones reinforced, their muscle fibers denser. 

Prey that had become apex predators. Ones that were particularly difficult to discreetly dispose of, mind you.

There were also some… that didn’t survive the transformation. But those were within my margins of error.

Science required sacrifice.

I kept my notes hidden, written in a cipher only I understood. 

...

Despite the unreasonable demands from the board of directors, I pulled through with my side projects without missing a single deadline.

The risk was enormous. If I were caught, the administration would not be merciful. 

They would brand me a rogue scientist, a criminal, perhaps even a lunatic. 

But I had long since ceased to care about their approval. The world needed to change, and I would be the one to usher a new age.

...

One day, I was no longer satisfied with mice.

If my calculations were correct, a full human transformation would be unlike anything seen before. The limitations of biology shattered.

The weak made strong. The insignificant made undeniable.

And I was done being small.

...

Weeks later, 3AM.

Tonight was the night.

My high heels clacked across the empty steel hallways of the west laboratory complex.

I tied my hair to a ponytail, letting it swing freely behind me as I walked the corridors with a steely conviction.

I had spent months perfecting each serum,

Adjusting the dosages, 

Testing its limits,

Optimizing the results.

And now, there was no one to stop me. 

The security cameras were blind at this hour, nobody was in the surveillance room, and I made sure of it.

This section of the facility was empty and silent save for the distant hum of machines. 

My heart pounded as I set up the final preparations—three syringes of differing colors laid neatly before me, glistening under the dim fluorescence.

I rolled up my sleeve and took a deep breath.

Snik! 

FSSSSH…

“Aahh…~”

The moment I injected the serums, my heart hammered like a war drum. 

Three syringes, each packed with years of illicit research, plunged into my veins one after the other. 

Snik!

FSSSSH...

Snik!

FSSSSH...

Each fluid burned—molten fire racing through my bloodstream, igniting every cell in my body. I gritted my teeth, shaking as I reached for the last step.

A half-liter of the radioactive colloid.

Its contents swirled like heavy drops of liquid metal flowing inside a beaker.

I lifted the flask with trembling fingers, the viscous, milky liquid shimmering ominously under my laboratory bench's overhead lights. 

“Now or never!”

My breath was shallow as I tilted it back, forcing the thick mixture down my throat in deep gulps.

Gulp... Gulp.. Gulp...

It was heavier than I expected, it had the consistency of honey, coating my insides with an unnatural heat.

“Hahhh.. hahhh…”

I barely had time to catch my breath before I stumbled into the makeshift G-radiation chamber, slamming the door behind me.

"This is it. No turning back."

The override activation lever stuck out through a compromised panel from inside the chamber.

It's handle felt heavy, fateful. 

This will not only reshape me, but the whole world.

“And they better be ready!”

I pulled the lever down with conviction.

BAM!

The hum of the machines roared to life around me. 

Blue energy crackled from the overhead emitters, the air charged with a static so thick I could taste it. 

My fingers twitched. My lungs fought for breath. 

Had I miscalculated? Is this where I die?

Did whatever I just did only gave me cancer?!

No.

Now is not the time for doubts.

Then—heat. Deep, searing warmth erupted from within, pooling in my chest, my belly, my limbs.

I gasped, staggering forward. My heart raced—no, it thundered, thumping against my ribs.

I could feel it, I could feel everything. 

My blood rushed like a tidal wave, my muscles tightening, shifting, expanding—

Then the pleasure struck.

"Ohh—God—!" 

I nearly collapsed, my knees buckling as euphoria surged through me like an electric current. 

My skin tingled, stretched, and pulled in all directions. 

My fingers curled into tight fists as a moan escaped my lips, uncontrollable, unstoppable.

Something deep inside me fought against my scrawny form and pushed outward.

My lab coat stretched first, the sleeves tightening around my arms as my biceps thickened, muscles pressing against fabric that had never been meant to hold them. 

The buttons down my front strained, the seams hissing as my chest rose, swelling, pushing against the tightness of my clothes.

I couldn't believe my eyes. It was working! I was growing bigger!

HUGE!

"Mmm—haa—yes—!"

The first pop of tearing fabric sent a thrill through me.

My blouse resisted at first, clinging desperately to my expanding frame, but it was a losing battle. 

My breasts swelled larger, rounder, pushing against the fragile cups of my bra. 

Amusingly, the alphabet ran through my mind.

A-cups, B, C—every passing moment brought a new surge, a fresh, powerful stretch as my breasts overwhelmed its constraints.

"Ngh—haa—aah—!"

I arched my back as my bra straps snapped against my shoulders, the cups giving way under the sheer weight of my expanding fleshy mounds. 

The fabric surrendered with a final, humiliating rip, freeing my heaving chest beneath my tightening red blouse as I gasped at the sensation.

I groped myself for but a moment. Embracing the reality of the situation.

I am not just imagining this. I have TITS!

Big, and heavy...

And still, I grew.

My skirt rode up my thickening thighs, the seams biting into my hips as they widened, rounding out into soft, powerful curves. 

My muscles swelled beneath the surface, piling one over the other, hardening, commanding space. 

My calves thickened, my feet pressing against the confines of my size 5 heels until—

CRACK. POP. POP!

My heels shattered beneath me, the delicate shoes unable to handle the sheer force of my burgeoning weight. 

My toes tore through the front as I flexed them and my feet spilled out through the sides. The buckles broke apart from the strain.

"I won't need their extra few inches of height anymore.. Aaaaugh!"

I let out a guttural moan as my height surged upward, my spine lengthening, vertebrae stretching, stacking higher and higher with a satisfying crunch.

I must be double my former height now!

The lab around me shrunk. 

Shelves and benches that once seemed large now felt absurdly tiny. 

The twenty-foot ceiling loomed just above me—but I wasn’t stopping. 

“I will NOT stop!”

Fifteen feet.

I threw my arms out, relishing the raw power coursing through my veins.

My hands, once so small, so weak, clenched into fists the size of a man’s head. 

The flesh of my thighs pulsed with newfound strength through the holes of my disintegrating stockings, thick and commanding. 

My hips grew wider, softer yet impossibly strong.

I wasn’t finished relishing my magnificent body when I was interrupted by my head slamming into the ceiling.

BLAM!

“Ahh~”

My growing body pushed against the concrete, forcing my head to bend down.

The impact undid my ponytail and released my flowing hair.

I used to fit in those...

I gasped, stunned by my own enormity, blinking down, between what I can see through my magnificent cleavage, at the remnants of my ruined clothing littering the ground - pieces of fabric that now resembled doll clothes.

My breath was ragged, my body humming with a cacophony of pleasure and power. 

The entire lab was laughably small around me now—equipment that once towered over me barely reached my knees!

I was no longer small. No longer weak.

“This… THIS IS WHAT I WAS TRULY MEANT TO BECOME-”

I grinned, pressing my palm against the lowering ceiling. 

My fingers spread out, testing its resistance. I could feel the steel reinforcements, the weight of the facility above me. 

It didn’t matter.

“-AND NOTHING WILL HOLD ME BACK!”

I am beyond limits now.

My body began drinking more of the G-radiation, demanding more from the machine.

The breaker surged—too much power.

The facility's capacitors and fuses were never meant to handle this output.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

WHIIIIR WHIIIIIR…

WARNING: OUTPUT CRITICAL, WARNING: OUTPUT- 

The generators crackled louder, warning lights flashing across every console as their systems buckled under the overload. 

BOOM! BWEEEEeeeeem…

The facility's breakers gave out with a sharp pop, and the lab was plunged into darkness.

I feared that this marked the end of my transformation...

For only a moment.

EMERGENCY OUTPUT: ACTIVATED

Red backup lights flickered on, casting a hellish luminescence across the room. 

Long shadows spread out as the secondary generators kicked in. 

Since I foresaw this coming in my plans, I had redirected the all auxiliary power from the entire building straight into the chamber, feeding the G-radiation beyond safe levels!

But instead of stopping the process, they did the opposite. 

bweeeEEEEEEEM...

And it kept pouring into me.

I could almost feel my eyes roll back...

"Yesss—haaah—yes—!"

I gasped, shuddering as my body drank it all in. 

The pleasure, the raw expansion, didn’t stop. 

If anything, it intensified. 

My dark curled hair lengthened, tumbling past my shoulders, growing thick and voluminous, cascading in wild waves as my form continued to surge outward. 

Every muscle in my body swelled, defined yet powerful, my breasts grew larger, rounder, heavier, undeniable.

I had outgrown the room, but I forced myself to fit inside to maximize my absorption.

My head was threatening to bring the ceiling down as cracks radiated around the point of contact.

The walls of the chamber creaked against my burgeoning mass.

I was about to be lost in ecstasy until-

BAM!

“FREEZE!”

The security team arrived just as I reached my next breaking point. 

The heavy metal doors burst open, a half-dozen men flooding into the room, their submachine guns raised—only to freeze at the sight before them.

"W-What the hell—?!"

Some of them knew me. 

I saw the recognition in their faces, the disbelief in their eyes. 

They had walked past me for years, never paying attention to the meek, forgettable scientist.

Now, their weapons trembled in their hands as they stared up at the godlike being that I had become.

"Turner? Dr. Turner?! What have you done?!"

I laughed. A deep, triumphant, dominant laugh. 

Witnesses? Good.

“Hahaha~” 

The sound vibrated through my own chest, and the power behind it sent a shiver of pleasure through me.

"What have I done?" 

I purred, flexing my fingers, admiring how my hands dwarfed their entire bodies now. 

"I've finally broken the limits of human biology. Disproven every proven law of reality that forced me to conform."

"This is insane! You have to stop! The whole facility will—"

"Stop...? Haah~" 

"Oh, you tiny, tiny fools... Mmm, I'm only getting started!"

I interrupted, my breath heavy, my moans barely restrained as I felt another surge coming. 

I could see my breath turn to a sensual puff of steam ahead of me.

“... God damn it, take her down! Weapons live, boys, or she’ll bring this whole place down on us!”

Click, click, click. 

They pointed the barrels of their loaded guns at my face which was already the size of a billboard compared to them.

They opened fire.

“Hmm?”

It was time for a field test.

POW POW POW BANG CRACK!

Gunfire rang out, muzzle flashes of full automatic fire illuminating their terrified faces. 

A dull tickle, a fleeting sensation of impact that never even broke the surface of my skin. 

But the moment their 9mm bullets hit me—nothing. 

Just as I hypothesised. Excellent.

Cling clang cling clang cling…

Bullets either ricocheted away from my indestructible flesh, or dropped with a worthless clink to the floor.

Even the ones that hit my eyes didn't have enough firepower to penetrate them!

The only damage that their volley did was to tear the rest of the failing fabric off my magnificent body.

I felt invincible.

And they stared in horror as their guns clicked with empty magazines.

I grinned in response.

"That… mmh… that was cute.” 

I mused, between panting breaths my priorities focused only on growing even bigger.

“...You thought that was enough to stop me?"

My focus was actually turned upward. Ignoring their presence. 

The ceiling—too low now, my back pressing against it, my shoulders already wedged between reinforced beams. 

It resisted me.

That only made me want it more.

And as if responding to my will. The G-radiation chamber continued to bombard me with energy.

"More. I NEED… MORE!!!"

I planted my hands against the unyielding ceiling, my fingers digging into the metal and concrete, my body still swelling as the radiation continued to fuel me. 

The ceiling groaned, but it held—for now.

I refuse to be caged!

This world will hold me down... NO LONGER!

I bent my knees, crouching slightly, my powerful thighs readying for a powerful push on my command. 

The walls of the chamber buckled around me, the floor beneath me cracking from the sheer pressure of my mass. And then—

I stood.

And I pushed.

The ceiling resisted for another second.

I tensed all my newfound muscles and pushed again…

"GRR... GRAAAAGH!!!"

The metal beams screamed in protest before giving way with a deafening CRASH.

Heavy pieces of steel and concrete debris rained upon me, bouncing harmlessly off my immense frame.

“Run for it! She’s gonna crush us all!” 

The guards below me evacuated like rats scurrying away from a cat.

“That’s right, run! Warn the others! Helena… is…”

My hands balled into fists and punched the ceiling to bring it down.

“... COMING THROUGH!”

I exploded through the floor above.

Concrete shattered, rebar twisted like paper as I rose, unstoppable, inevitable.

Floor after floor collapsed around me, my sheer mass smashing through walls, my expanding frame bulldozing through anything in my path. 

My naked breasts pressed through crumbling offices, overwhelming every cubicle in their way. 

I felt my nipples harden in the cold air from the air conditioned rooms. 

My back tore through once-reinforced security shutters. 

My bare feet and legs, thick and powerful, burst through the floor and forced the foundations beneath the radiation chamber apart as I rose.

“HA HA HA HA HA!”

I laughed again, head thrown back as I felt the sheer insignificance of the facility around me.

This laboratory, this entire prison of a world, this reality… it had tried to contain me.

Tried.

Now, all of those will be nothing more than dust beneath my feet. 

Starting with this lab, which will become the egg to which the new me will hatch from.

[mrgeorgio]

Beginning to like AI art!

Step-System update

-Target aquired... ✅️

Subject: Higgins, Laura M.

Age: 26

Height: 5' 1"

Weight: 121 lbs

-Analyzing body chemistry.... ✅️-

-Please input new parameters ....-

-Confirm chemistry reconfiguration? ........✅️-

"Jacob.... what are you doing in my room? I though I told you never..... "

-Initializing reformation process. Please wait.-

"What did you just do??? "

"I can't........ Move! Stop this right now!! What's going on?!? MOM!! "

-Initializing character control..... ✅️-

Omg, omg, is it working?.... Is she mine to control? What should I do to her? She's such entitled little bitch and always so mean to me. I don't know what dad sees in Beth, they're both so awful... but good lord.... she so damn hot. I can't believe I get the chance to ......

"Laura? Can you hear me?"

................

"Wow, you can't even talk, but you just nodded yes... oh!... this is going to be fun."

Now, Take my phone.... and I want you to make yourself even bigger... let's try 50% more. What do you think? Is that enough ? And let's make sure your happy about it ...

Watching her grow out her bathrobe was more than I could handle. She couldn't even cover herself up, finally exposing herself to me . Wow , she has the perfect nipples. Let's see if we can.....

-unable to process request....❎️

-program at full capacity...

Awww , that sucks I wanted to... oh, I know. This might work.....

Hey Laura, now take your phone, and do it again, ill send you the program .

....................

Don't look so worried, I won't go too crazy..😁

Now, input these parameters.

Age: 18

Height: 14'

Weight: 389 lbs

Character control: obedient , increase libido 200%, lower inhibitions 100%, reinstate communication

-Process Complete-✅️

[mrgeorgio]

Not bad.

I still like prosthetics more than balloons under the shirt!

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Even though it's AI, I like this!

Once you'd concocted your formula back at home, you'd slipped it into the office's water, sat back and waited to see what happened and now... You had the female workforce in your hands. Quite literally. The mind control you'd been granted gave you the means to ask them to go out and get the softest, squishest implants they could, and they were all too happy to offer them up to you for your own relief. Now, where did you want to go with them all next?

[mrgeorgio]

I miss random Breast Expansion in commercials. It amusing at similar some of them can be.

I know these two aren't even the most popular ones.

That being said, reblog this add more use of Breast Expansion in commercials.

[mrgeorgio]

An oldie but a goodie!

Make a wish.

[mrgeorgio]

OH yeah!

Your wife was incredible and Jumbo Gro had only made things better. She was cute, you adored each other, and she was your best friend.

Then when Jumbo Gro made her busty and the size of a Grizzly Bear, things got even better.

Unfortunately for you both, her little sister was jealous AND in possession of even more Jumbo Gro.

So that’s how you ended up pinned under the wrong sister, and just hoping to survive the encounter.

[mrgeorgio]

[mrgeorgio]

OH yeah!

Rebecca's Growth BD is now LIVE! Giantess Growth Sex animation Part 1- https://twitter.com/GrowCloneGrow/status/1675870761498845184?s=20 Part 2- https://twitter.com/GrowCloneGrow/status/1676023192479997952?s=20

[mrgeorgio]

I like this alot!

Amazing progress, keep growing bigger and bigger!

[mrgeorgio]

Aww crap, they grew again.

[mrgeorgio]

Love stories that include progressive illustrations for us visual individuals. But once they grow past say, 10 or 15 feet I lose interest as there is nothing I could possibly do with them.

Sleep Does a Body Good

Rachel had always been self-conscious about her underdeveloped body during puberty. She had tried everything to make herself look like the other girls in her school, but nothing seemed to work. It wasn't until she went to the doctor and was diagnosed with a hormone deficiency that she realized why her body wasn't developing as it should have been.

The doctor noted that this deficiency will be detrimental to her in the long run and suggested that she undergo hormone therapy to regulate her biochemistry and help her develop the way she should. Rachel was hesitant at first, but she trusted the doctor and decided to give it a try.

One night, as her parents were away for a trip, Rachel slept. She fell into a deep slumber and dreamt of becoming the kind of woman she had always dreamed of being. She was confident, sexy, and powerful. She attracted a handsome man who was drawn to her curves and strength. She felt really good and happy, more elated than how she has always felt.

Little did she know, her body was undergoing a rapid transformation in response to the hormone therapy. It appears that her genetics had reacted violently to the therapy and accelerated her growth. Her curves overdeveloped, audible tearing and button popping occurred, but it wasn't enough to wake Rachel up.

As she enjoyed her deep dream, her muscles grew, and her abdomen formed a 6-pack set of abs underneath. Her body hardened to further emphasize her curves. Rachel continued to transform while she slept, completely unaware of what was happening.

Rachel's body grew bigger and taller, her legs lengthened and reached the end of the bed, while her head was steadily rising up to the headboard. She didn't even notice as her pajamas were tearing and buttons breaking off.

Her bed creaked and groaned under her increasing weight. Nevertheless, she grew bigger and bigger. Soon, her pajamas were nothing more than rags and torn fabric hanging across her majestic body. As soon as her feet touched the ground and her head hit the ceiling, her bed broke under her immense weight. She couldn't be bothered and her snoring became louder and louder as her body continued to grow.

Eventually, Rachel grew so large that she began filling up her entire room. Furniture broke and pots crashed. Her body grew so big that the floor beneath her gave way and she came crashing down to the living room below her.

Her body did not stop and eventually the house broke from the pressure and Rachel spilled over into the neighborhood. People who gathered outside her house to check what the commotion was about started running away in terror as her gigantic body towered over them. But Rachel was still sound asleep, oblivious to the destruction she was causing.

The next morning, Rachel woke up from a beautiful dream and stretched. A loud siren alerted her and she rubbed her eyes to find the source of the sound in her room, only she wasn't in her room anymore but in a miniature version of her neighborhood. She was also surrounded by military personnel.

She looked down at herself and was shocked to see that she was a massive giantess, with curves and muscles that she had never had before.

At first, Rachel was confused by this and realized that she was naked. The soldiers gave her a large tarpaulin to cover herself up, which she did. She took a look at her body and realized that she was still getting bigger. She laughed and marveled at her new healthy body and joined to help the city work on civil projects such as construction, advertising, and transportation. She didn't much mind that she was still growing, the government supported her every need.

Rachel may have started out as a shy, underdeveloped girl, but thanks to her hormone therapy and her unique reaction to it, she had become a powerful and confident woman who could do anything she set her mind to.

[mrgeorgio]

Love stories that include progressive illustrations for us visual individuals.

Grogged Up Anne

Anne had just broken up with her cheating boyfriend and needed to blow off some steam. Her friends convinced her to go out for a night on the town and try to forget her troubles. They headed to a popular bar in the city and started drinking.

As the night wore on, Anne's friends procured a strange drug from a vendor in the bar and wanted to cheer her up by slipping it into her drink while she was too drunk to notice.

Anne chugged her entire drink shortly after but didn't feel any different. As the night went on, however, she started to feel strange sensations throughout her body.

Anne would get visions of her chest plumping up, or sometimes see someone she met now shorter than her. It took her friends a while to notice that she had begun to grow bigger as well.

It appears that the drug had a reaction to the alcohol. For shortly after, Anne was growing at a rapid pace.

Anne first thought that her shortness of breath was from her having too much to drink that night, oblivious to the fact that her clothes were already constricting her burgeoning body.

Anne felt a bit outbalanced when her heels broke from under her weight and she had to hold onto the bar to stay standing up.

Her friends panicked and rushed to her side. They wanted to escort her put before any more weird events occur. But she just shoved them to leave her to drink in peace. Her strength was enough to send three adult women flying across the room.

She grabbed a bottle from the table and began chugging it like a shot glass. The bartender backed away from Anne for he noticed her swelling up with every chug.

She outgrew her clothes in seconds, exposing her tanned skin and majestic body for everyone in the bar to see. There was a mix of fear and awe from the patrons. But she did not stop there. Her head slammed to the ceiling and begun cracking the concrete, sending dust and plaster to rain down.

Everyone, including her friends, started panicking and escaped the bar before they got crushed by the growing woman.

When Anne hit her head, she begun seeing things, the place became woozy and various colors were appearing in her eyes.

Anne got dizzy and needed some air. She saw her friends rushing to the exit and wanted to join them, only that she smacked her head on the wall above the door frame on her way out, smashing it as she passed through.

Her friends were shocked and scared, not knowing what to do. Anne continued growing bigger and bigger. She was even dancing around to some unheard music in her head like she was having the time of her life. Albeit, she bumped into some streetlight posts, bending them with her weight, and almost trampled some people in her way.

A while later, Anne was now a 100-foot tall giantess, and she was completely out of control.

Her friends started panicking and called the cops for assistance as their giant friend was now causing havoc on the city.

Anne stumbled through the streets, accidentally slamming into buildings and knocking over cars. In the meantime, her friends tried to stop her, but they were no match for her size and strength.

As Anne made her way through the city, she couldn't help but feel that she was in a really good dream where she was in control, where she had power and freedom.

She was no longer the small, helpless girl to be exploited by a cheating boyfriend. She was now a force to be reckoned with.

Anne tried to take a break by sitting on a building rooftop, but to her dismay, it was not able to support her magnified mass. The entire concrete structure broke after a few seconds of carrying her and collapsed beneath her.

Eventually, Anne stood back up and continued her rampage. To her friend's horror, they saw her make her way to her ex-boyfriend's apartment!

Evan woke up after feeling the earth quake and hearing non stop car sirens blaring in the neighborhood while he was sleeping with his new girlfriend. He got up and tried to look outside his window to see what the commotion was about.

He grew pale when he saw Anne's face, as bug as a billboard, gazing right at him through his 10th-floor window.

But that wasn't Anne's full height, she was only bent forward to count the floors of the building. After identifying which window was Evan's apartment, she stood back up, revealing her majestic body at Evan.

Still drunk and out of control, Anne smashed through the window and grabbed him with her massive hand. His new girlfriend screamed out loud and ran out of the room.

Her ex-boyfriend was terrified, but Anne couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. There he was in the palm of her hand, the man who always made her feel small, the man who always had to be right. Now, he was the one at her mercy.

She had finally shown him just how powerful she could be. As she stumbled back through the city, she couldn't help but laugh at the chaos she was causing.

In the end, the police came in force to stop Anne's rampage. Her friends were sitting at the rear seat of the leading cop car.

The trucks behind them screeched to a halt and deployed a small army of SWAT troopers armed with heavy ballistics.

Anne could not identify what was before her, with her vision seeing triple, and simply waved at them. She forgot that the hand she used to wave with was the one holding Evan and she dropped him on her chest.

He bounced off, and was unable to hold on for his life and fell to the ground.

Her friends gasped at the sight of Evan's fall. The sheriff ordered everyone to open fire at the crazed giantess. She wasnt exactly a hard target to hit given her size and clumsiness, but she proved that she was resilient enough to withstand their gunfire. Only getting irritated by the shots and moving to the opposite direction.

They were unable to subdue her, but they were able to steer her away from the city with their firepower.

As soon as she was outside the city perimeter, Anne continued moving east until she eventually disappeared in the horizon. The sheriff phoned the government about this, but the ultimate fate of Anne the Drunk Goddess remains unknown.

But one thing was certain wherever Anne was, she'd be large and in charge. And nobody will ever make her feel insignificant again.

The sun rose in the east that day, as did every day.