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Sam knew she was really getting big when she ducked under her first door frame. The sense of size and power this sent through her already swollen body was intoxicating – she wanted more. And more. Her black catsuit was stretched tight across her growing body, and her boobs were two huge bulging mounds on her chest – pert and swelling and round, whilst being heavy, full and substantial. Every so often, she reached a growing arm up and tweaked one of her enormous nipples, that poked out two whole inches from her swollen bust.

Sam estimated her tits jutted a whole ten inches in front of her now, and they wobbled crazily, hugely, like two cats trying to escape a bag. Her black catsuit became more taut as with every step, she swelled that bit bigger. Her bust inched out just below her eyeline, and every time she looked down, her enormous cleavage had bulged that bit bigger. She just wanted to reach down into her stuffed top and massage her colossal tits, but that would have to wait: she had work to do.

Feeling the house shake gently around her as she thumped down the corridor, Sam made for the living room, where the party was taking place. She ducked through another doorway, and strode her huge, six ft 3 frame into the room, where everyone was dancing.

The music didn’t actually stop – that never happens – but it may as well have. The last time they’d seen Sam, she’d been a meek, chubby, bullied mess, on the verge of tears. Now she was a huge, swollen, massive-busted goddess, nearly bursting out of an incredibly tight catsuit. Sam felt utterly in control, but she wasn’t nearly big enough yet. She wanted to be massive.

Some people were still dancing, and Sam shimmied across the dancefloor. The growth spurt from her last insult had just about worn off now, and her humongous tits were settled at a gigantic eleven inches straight out in front of her. She was in the hilarious position of being able to push them in short people’s faces, something she did to the first girl she saw – a red headed girl who’d kept quiet during her earlier humiliation.

“What the fuck, bitch!”, the girl shouted through the two huge breasts pressed into her face.

Sam smiled, feeling the warmth as the insult pulsed through her, kicking her growth back into action. She felt her legs glow and stretch, as she slowly grew taller, inch by inch. Her humongous tits pumped up and up as she grew in height, until they pushed out so far, she couldn’t see the girl’s stupid face. She was literally outgrowing her problems.

Her catsuit was starting to get really tight now. Sam knew it wouldn’t last much longer. She reached down to try and create some room around her already large ass, and gasped as she came into contact with it much earlier than she thought she would. She’d forgotten that it was growing too. She now had a truly massive booty – like two huge melons packed into a sack. It was around five inches straight out, and as she jiggled it, giggling, it wobbled in a way that made her want to fuck herself, there and then. She couldn’t describe how turned on this was making her.

Turning away, Sam knocked over the girl with her new, huge ass, and laughed – she hadn’t even meant to do that, but she was so big, she didn’t know exactly where her reach extended. No matter – she’d gotten what she came for. Another curse word inched her up further towards the ceiling.

She felt her arms and legs growing, along with her colossal tits and massive ass. Her bust extended around twelve inches now, and her breasts were incredibly round and firm. They were completely packed into her catsuit, which didn’t have much more give, meaning they bulged up like two muffins, creating a big line where the top of the catsuit pressed into her swollen bust. Her cleavage was almost beyond description; you could lose yourself in it.

Inching higher and higher, feeling herself both physically and mentally bigger than these people, Sam boomed, in an even deeper voice than before – something which sent her hands subconsciously drifting towards her wet cunt, before she regained control – “Where. Is. Janey.”

A crowd parted, and Janey stepped forwards. It was the first time Sam had seen her properly this party, and part of her still quailed.

Janey was tall – with her heels, slightly taller than Sam was, and had large, perky breasts stuffed into a tight red dress. Sam’s instincts were to recoil, but in seconds – as she felt herself still growing bigger – she remembered how much had changed.

“Well look who it is – the crybaby returns. Yawn. What the fuck are you wearing? Are those pillows?! You look like a freak.”

Sam smiled. She didn’t need to say anything. Janey would do all the hard work for her. She could feel herself filling up. This was going to be big.

“Too scared to reply. You’re such a fucking pussy, Samantha. You always have been. I don’t know what ridiculous trick you’re pulling with those stilts or whatever, but you look ridiculous. You should take those balloons out of your top, too – you look like a shit Barbie.”

Sam’s huge lips curled every so slowly into a smile. Even they were growing. She could feel her catsuit really struggling now. This was too much. Her tits were bulging, her ass was expanding, she was getting taller by the second – how could Janey not see what she was doing? This was too beautiful.

Janey turned her back on Sam, and addressed the room.

“You’ll back me that Sam’s a little bitch, right? I mean, we only invited her to laugh at her. Her only friend is Gemma, and even she doesn’t give a shit, cos she knows it’s a lost cause. Sam Libra is just a tiny little speck on my fucking epic life, and now it’s time for her to get the fuck out-”

It was at this point that she turned around. She stopped in her tracks. In front of her was a 6 ft 8 goddess that almost defied description.

All through Janey’s little speech, Sam had been growing at an unprecedented rate. As the hate and bile poured into her, she blew up and up, growing taller and taller with every passing word. Her breasts ballooned ever bigger, growing and growing until they bulged out a full sixteen inches in front of her massive figure. Tears began to show in her catsuit, as stretchy as it was, as her colossal mammaries were just growing too huge to be contained. By anything.

Her ass grew modestly in comparison (it was already massive), to the point where it could just about fit through most doorframes. Patches of Sam’s skin could be seen all over, as her catsuit began to be pulled too thin. The whole impression was of the bustiest glamour model imaginable, but pumped up beyond belief. Sam was huge, in every sense, and she was only growing bigger.

She looked up, to see she was almost touching the ceiling. This sent waves of arousal through her glorious body. She was so big and swollen, she felt like she could do anything. Nothing Janey could say could hurt her. If anything, it made her better. She suddenly realised how horny she was.

When her voice came out, it was in a deeply arousing, velvety rumble.

“Where’s Pete?”

Janey stuttered and stammered. She seemed to suddenly be understanding what she was seeing, and she didn’t really know how to respond to it. How could she. It was impossible. And yet.

“Um, wh-what?”

“Pete”, Sam boomed, simply.

Janey bowed in defeat, sagging her tall body, her large boobs (by normal standards) seeming to shrink as she stepped aside. Sam smiled. She was still growing, and would be for a while yet.

6 ft 9.

Pete stepped forwards. He was shaking a little, but Sam could see from his pants that he had a massive erection.

“You…called?” it came out as a question. The whole scenario was so ridiculous, the balance of power so utterly reversed.

Sam said nothing, but reached down, busting further out of her catsuit as her breasts surged outwards, along with her ass and height, and picked Pete up. He was a tall guy – around 6’4, but Sam felt strong. Strong and confident.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”, Pete shouted. “Put me down!”

Sam ignored him, her two huge red lips smiling as she ducked under the door frame.

“See y’all in a bit. Oh, and Janey.”

Sam turned around, her colossal breasts and indescribable cleavage bursting slowly out of her tattered catsuit as she grew bigger and bigger with every passing breath, inching towards the ceiling, her seventeen inch breasts seemingly defying the laws of physics. She took up the entire doorway.

Janey looked back, dreading what was to come.

“Mind if I use your bed? I’ll be gentle.”

Crack. The doorframe was beginning to shatter as Sam grew into it.

Janey looked down.

“No. No that’s fine.”

“Atta girl.”

Sam squeezed out of the door, Pete still struggling, but less. He knew what was going to happen, and it was more than possible he was coming around to the idea.

Sam stomped upstairs, her huge feet spilling over each step. There was a creak every time a foot hit the carpet, a creak matched by her catsuit as it groaned with her bulging, tremendous figure. Her breasts were approaching eighteen inches straight out, and were like two medicine balls strapped to her colossal frame. Her ass looked like it had settled comfortably on humongous, and her two massive, wobbling cheeks jiggled with every step, as the catsuit hugged her huge ass, ripping with every passing moment.

The upstairs ceiling was the same as downstairs – around 7 ft, and Sam now found her head almost touched. She put Pete down, and held his hand, dragging him towards the first room they found.

It was pink, frilly, with a cream carpet and a massive, four poster bed.

“Looks like this is rich aunt Janey’s”, Sam said, still surprised at how deep her voice was.

She closed the door, and took a deep breath. A big tear emerged between her titanic tits, as her catsuit finally began to give way completely.

“Sam, just what the fuck is going-”

Sam put a massive finger over Pete’s mouth. It pretty much covered his face.

“You’re going to take off all your clothes, and then you’re going to get on top of me and put that very big cock of yours inside me, in my mouth, between my tits, wherever I tell you to, until we both come very hard. And all the while, you’re going to say nasty things to me. Do you understand?”

“But, Sam, I-”

Sam slapped him across the face hard with one massive, still growing hand. He turned away, his face glowing. Sam grew a little taller, and her breasts bulged a little bigger. Everything was slowing. This just wouldn’t do.

“You fucking bitch.”

“Ahh, that’s better”, Sam closed her eyes, feeling the growth return. The tear intensified down the middle of her top, and her titanic, still growing tits (nineteen inches, and on their way to twenty) were almost free.

Sam pushed Pete onto the bed, and began pulling off his clothes. She could see his huge cock straining against his underwear, and the thought spurred her on. She was practically drooling, as her massive chest wobbled and grew, straining the fabric ever further. The tear grew between her humongous breasts.

Feeling the last remnants of her catsuit give way beneath her swollen figure, Sam crashed down on the bed with a huge thump.

“Get on top of me, you piece of shit”, growled Sam.

“Stop talking to me like that, you arrogant fuck!”

It was all that was needed. Her catsuit was surely the most tested in the world, but it had done all it could. One last burst of growth and Sam flooded free of her costume, allowing her gloriously huge figure to bulge out into the world. She felt her huge ass, so round and soft on the bed. She saw her unfathomably large tits, around twenty inches straight in the air, burst free, almost hiding Sam from view, and she felt her long legs stretch off the bed, almost reaching the floor.

Instantly, Pete was inside her with his massive dick. He had to lie between her colossal breasts, in her expansive cleavage, but as he eased his way into her tight wet cunt, she could feel his hands teasing her nipples, even as he stretched to kiss her, as her head grew further and further away from him.

Everything felt incredible, and they could both feel a climax building, as Pete became increasingly crushed between Sam’s swelling, growing breasts. She knew he loved the feeling though – his dick became harder and harder, and she knew he was about to come.

She felt the climax approaching her, and as her feet touched the floor and her head moved too far away for Pete to kiss her, she felt a rumbling build inside her, a wave that came pulsing forwards with every passing second, and as Pete’s cock hardened one last time, she felt an indescribable tide of pleasure sweep through her entire body, as the bed they were lying on broke, and everything crashed to the floor.

They both lay, panting, in a tattered pile of duvet, pillows and pink satin.

Sam noticed she was back to normal, back to the way she used to be, before this whole crazy night, a shredded catsuit spread around her. She looked at Pete, who was a drained husk of a man.

Slowly, they smiled at each other.

And, for the first time in her life, Sam felt like she was just right. Just as she was.

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