Hannah's best friend, Claire, had always been the bolder of the two. She was the one who pushed Hannah to do things she would never have done on her own, like getting a tattoo or going out on a blind date. So when Claire insisted on buying Hannah a hot pink tracksuit, Hannah was hesitant.

"I don't know," she said, "that's not really my style."

But Claire was adamant. "Come on, it will look great on you! Besides, you could use a little spice in your wardrobe. Just try it on, I'm sure you'll change your mind."

In the dressing room, Hannah put on the tracksuit and looked at herself in the mirror. It wasn't bad, she thought, and the fit was flattering. Maybe Claire was right. Maybe this was the kind of thing that people liked to see. It was a bright shade of pink, so not exactly subtle, and made of a stretchy fabric that clung to her modest curves. Three shiny stripes ran down the sides, and the zipper up the front made her look sporty without being over the top.

As she walked out of the dressing room, she saw Claire waiting for her with a huge smile on her face. "See?" Claire said. "I told you it would look great."

Hannah smiled back. "It's not too bad," she said, looking at her reflection in a nearby mirror. "But it's a bit pricey, don't you think?"

"Don't worry about the cost," Claire said. "I'll pay for it."

"But you don't have to--"

"Don't be silly. It's a gift from me. I'm sure Michael is going to love it."

Hannah blushed. Michael was her boyfriend, and while they hadn't been together very long, she knew that he didn't like flashy or over-the-top clothing. But she had to admit that there was something exciting about the tracksuit, something that made her feel different.

She wore the tracksuit on their next date, and when Michael met her at the restaurant, he couldn't help but notice how good she looked in it. "Wow," he said, "you look amazing. Where did you get that outfit?"

Hannah smiled. "Claire bought it for me," she said, smoothing down the fabric. "She thought it would look good on me. What do you think?"

Michael nodded. "It's...different," he said. "But in a good way! To be honest, I didn't think you were that into pink."

"Neither did I," Hannah said. And that was the truth. Hannah's wardrobe was mostly full of neutral colors and simple cuts. In fact, she couldn't remember owning anything this bright or this tight-fitting before. With her long blonde hair and blue eyes, the pink made her feel like she was a walking advertisement for the Barbie movie. But it was fun to be different once in a while, even if being different meant looking like a giant hot pink gumball.

Over dinner, Hannah started to notice that she was attracting a bit of attention from the other patrons. Men snuck glances at her as they walked by, and women seemed to be whispering behind her back. Hannah felt self-conscious, but Michael seemed pleased by all the attention. "Looks like you're turning some heads," he said, grinning at her.

"It's just the tracksuit," she said, blushing. "I'm sure they're talking about that."

But Michael shook his head. "I think it's more than that. You're looking great, Hannah. Really great."

Hannah smiled. She liked the way Michael was looking at her, the way his eyes seemed to linger on her chest and her hips. She felt good, too, better than she had in a while. She sat up straight and pushed her chest out a little, enjoying the way her breasts seemed to swell beneath the fabric.

After dinner, Michael suggested going back to his place. "We could watch a movie or something," he said, his eyes twinkling.

Hannah hesitated. "I don't know," she said. "I should probably get home soon."

Michael pressed closer to her. "Come on," he said, "just for a little while. I want to spend some time with you."

Hannah felt a tingle of excitement in her stomach. She wasn't used to Michael being so forward, but she couldn't deny that she liked it. "All right," she said, "just for a little while."

They went back to Michael's apartment and ended up making out on the couch. But something felt weird this time, like Hannah's body was tingling all over. She kissed Michael harder, wanting to feel more of his touch. Leaning into him, she heard the fabric of her clothes start to stretch and shift. Her bra felt tight against her breasts, and her panties felt like they were cutting into her hips. She squirmed, trying to adjust herself, but it didn't seem to help.

Michael didn't seem to notice, though, or if he did, he didn't say anything. He just kept kissing her, his hands running over her chest and her ass. Hannah felt her body responding to his touch, her nipples hardening beneath her bra, her pussy growing wet between her legs. She moaned as Michael slipped his hand inside her shirt, his fingers finding her stiff nipple and pinching it gently.

Suddenly, Hannah's clothes started to feel even tighter than before. She pulled away from Michael and looked down at herself, gasping in surprise. Her breasts were swollen and heavy, her nipples slipping out of the top of her bra and poking through the fabric of her tracksuit. Her ass felt rounder and fuller, and her underwear had shifted around, making her feel like she was wearing a thong.

"What's wrong?" Michael asked, looking at her with concern.

Hannah shook her head. "I don't know," she said, trying to adjust her clothes. "Something feels...weird."

"Weird how?"

She blushed. "I think I'm getting...bigger."

Michael grinned. "Is that even possible?" he asked.

"I don't know, but look at my clothes! They're all stretched out." She looked down at her chest and gasped. "My bra is ready to pop!"

Michael looked her up and down. "I don't know," he said, "the tracksuit still looks like it fits you."

He was right, Hannah realized. The tracksuit didn't feel any tighter than it had at the beginning of the night, even though the rest of her clothes seemed to be shrinking. "Maybe it's just my imagination," she said, trying to sound casual. "But I think I should probably go."

"All right," Michael said, sounding disappointed. "If you're not feeling well, I understand."

"Yeah, it might just be something I ate." Hannah stood up and adjusted her clothes again. "I'll see you tomorrow, though, okay?"

Michael nodded. "See you tomorrow."

As Hannah left Michael's apartment, she felt strange. Her breasts and ass seemed to jiggle more than usual, and she was sure that she was bigger all over. Even her shoes felt tight around her feet. But she didn't want to worry about it too much; it was probably just her imagination, or maybe she just gained a little weight without realizing it. She would go home and get some sleep, and everything would be back to normal in the morning.

But when Hannah woke up the next day, she realized that something was definitely not normal. For starters, none of her clothes fit anymore. Her jeans were so tight that she could barely zip them up, and her bras were all ridiculously overfilled with breasts at least two sizes too big. Her panties, too, felt too small and uncomfortable, cutting into her hips and leaving a line across her stomach. Hannah sighed. Clearly, she had gained weight, and not just a little bit. She weighed herself, and when she saw that she had gained almost 10 pounds since she last checked, she couldn't help but wonder how she didn't notice before.

But there was something else that was bothering her. She felt bigger all over, not just in her chest and ass, but in height as well. She was used to being petite and compact, but now her limbs felt long and lanky, and her hands and feet seemed larger than before. She had never heard of anyone getting suddenly taller at her age, but she supposed it must be possible.

Looking over her clothes, she realized that she had only one option: the tracksuit. Somehow, it still seemed to fit her, even though she was sure she had gained at least a few inches all over. She put it on and looked at herself in the mirror. To her surprise, she looked good, even better than she had when she wore it the night before. Her breasts pushed out against the zipper, accentuating their new fullness, and her ass seemed to stick out more, making her look like an hourglass. Even though she felt a little self-conscious about her sudden weight gain, she couldn't deny that she looked great.

As she went about her day, Hannah noticed that everyone seemed to be looking at her differently. Her boss, who had always been a little standoffish, seemed to be much friendlier toward her, stumbling over his words when he spoke to her. Her coworkers, too, seemed to be more interested in what she was saying, and she even caught one of them checking her out when she walked by. Hannah blushed. She wasn't used to this kind of attention, especially not from her coworkers, many of whom Hannah thought were more attractive than she was. Little by little, Hannah started to settle into her new look, even though she couldn't explain what was happening to her.

After work, Michael texted her to see if she wanted to get dinner. Hannah hesitated. She was still embarrassed about her sudden weight gain and wasn't sure how to bring it up with him. She offered to cook for him instead, and Michael agreed.

On her way home, Hannah felt a tingle of excitement in her stomach. Michael had never been to her apartment before, and she was nervous about having him over. But there was something else she was nervous about, too: that weird tingling feeling was back, the one she had felt the night before. As she drove, she felt her clothes growing tighter, her shoes squeezing her toes and heels, her butt filling out the seat of her car. She took a deep breath and tried not to panic. There was no way she was getting bigger, was there?

Suddenly, Hannah felt her bra snap open, and her breasts spilled out of the cups and bounced against the fabric of her tracksuit. She gasped, pulling over to the side of the road and checking herself in the rearview mirror. Her breasts were huge, bigger than she had ever seen them before, and her nipples seemed to be sticking out more than usual. Hannah blushed and tried to re-hook her bra, but it was useless. Her chest had grown so much that she couldn't get it back on.

As she pulled up to her apartment and climbed out of the car, Hannah realized that she was taller, too. Her legs looked longer and more muscular, and she estimated that she had grown at least a few inches since yesterday. A twinge of fear ran through her. This couldn't be real, could it? How tall was Michael? What if she was taller than him? When she got inside, she changed into the baggiest blouse and loosest-fitting pair of jeans she had, hoping that Michael wouldn't notice.

But when Michael arrived, Hannah's worries disappeared. He was taller than she was, at least by a few inches. However, the rest of her developments didn't go unnoticed. Michael's eyes widened as he looked at her, and he seemed to be struggling to find words. "Wow," he said, "you look...different."

Hannah gave him a small smile. "Yeah, it's been a crazy day," she said.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Michael asked. "Your...um...you seem to be a little--"

"I know," she said quickly. "I think I just gained a little weight recently. It's fine, though."

Michael nodded, but added, "Don't get me wrong, I think it looks great on you. You look...really amazing."

Hannah blushed. Michael seemed almost hypnotized by her new appearance, unable to take his eyes off her. She supposed that there were some benefits to putting on a few pounds, even if she couldn't explain how she had also grown taller, too.

They sat down to eat, and Hannah's heart skipped a beat when she realized that the growing feeling was back. Her feet were stretching out her shoes, and she could actually hear them stretching and tearing apart. She winced as she felt her toes trying to break out, and in desperation she reached down and pulled her shoes completely off. Michael looked at her with concern.

"Is everything okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, my shoes are just a little tight," she said, trying to sound casual. "Don't worry about it."

But as she looked down, she saw to her horror that her feet were much bigger than they had been before. In fact, she was surprised that her shoes hadn't completely exploded. The shoes, a pair of simple black flats, were still mostly intact, but they were stretched out beyond belief. Hannah swallowed hard and tried not to panic, even as she felt another surge of growth running through her body.

This time, it was her butt that started to grow. She could feel her panties digging into her ass as it swelled, and her jeans were beginning to fill out, too. She squirmed in her seat, trying to adjust herself, but it felt like the chair was shrinking underneath her. Michael didn't seem to notice, though, and he kept eating like nothing was happening. Slowly, her inflating ass pushed her upward, as if she were sitting on a ball. She could hear the wood groaning underneath her, and she was afraid it would give way at any moment.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the growth seemed to stop. Hannah looked down at herself and took a deep breath. The blouse she was wearing was tight around her chest, but it wasn't completely ruined. Her jeans were a different story; they were barely holding together, and she was sure that one more growth spurt would tear them apart completely. But the tingling feeling had stopped, and she could feel herself starting to relax.

Michael looked up at her. "You've been really quiet tonight," he said. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Hannah nodded, though she saw something that gave her pause. She was looking straight at Michael, not up at him. She was as tall as him now, if not a little taller. She cleared her throat and tried to keep her voice steady. "I think so," she said. "Just...do you remember how I told you that I didn't feel well yesterday?"

"Yes," Michael said. "Did you figure out what was wrong?"

"Kind of," Hannah said, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Do you see anything different about me?"

Michael looked her up and down. "Um...not really," he said. "Well, you're looking a little bigger in the, uh, chest area..."

Hannah smirked. "Yeah, I noticed that, too," she said. "But do you think I'm...taller? Like, taller than I was yesterday?"

Michael frowned. "I don't know," he said. "Maybe? Why don't you stand up and let me see."

Hannah stood up, and Michael came around the table to get a better look at her. As he approached her, he slowed down, his eyes widening. "Wow," he said. "You're...you're almost as tall as I am."

"Almost?" Hannah asked. "I think I might be a little taller, actually."

Michael shook his head. "There's no way," he said, walking up to her. "You were at least--"

But as they stood face to face, Hannah felt her height slowly increasing. She was growing again, and this time, Michael was seeing it happen in real-time. He stared at her, his mouth open in shock. "Oh my god," he said. "What's happening?"

"I don't know," Hannah said, her voice trembling. "It happened just a few minutes ago, too. My feet got so big that I had to take my shoes off." She pointed down at her feet, which were at least as big as Michael's now.

Michael stared at her feet, then back up at her. "This is insane," he said. "How is this happening?"

"I think it has something to do with that tracksuit," Hannah said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wore it to work today, and at first, everything was fine. But then I started getting bigger in the car on the way home, and then again when you showed up..."

Michael frowned. "But that doesn't make any sense," he said. "You're not wearing the tracksuit now, right?"

Hannah shook her head. "No, I took it off before you got here. But--hold on." She ran to the bedroom and grabbed the tracksuit, bringing it back to the kitchen. She held it up and examined it closely. "See?" she said. "It's gotten bigger, too."

Michael took the tracksuit from her and turned it over in his hands. Sure enough, it was a few inches longer and wider than it had been when Hannah wore it yesterday. He shook his head. "This doesn't make any sense," he said. "It's just a piece of clothing."

"I know," Hannah said, feeling tears pricking at her eyes. "But something about it must be...doing this to me."

Michael put his arm around her and pulled her close. "It's going to be okay," he said. "Maybe it's a temporary thing? Maybe you'll go back to normal soon."

But as he said that, Hannah felt another surge of growth running through her body. She gasped as she felt her clothes stretching and tearing, and Michael stepped back, his eyes widening with alarm. Hannah's jeans finally gave way, splitting down the sides and popping the button off. She groaned as her legs and hips grew thicker and fuller in seconds. Her breasts, too, seemed to be inflating, stretching out the fabric of her blouse until the buttons were threatening to snap. Hannah's head rose up above Michael's as she grew another several inches in an instant.

Michael looked up at her, his eyes wide with awe. "Hannah," he said, "you're...you're getting taller."

All Hannah could do was nod as she felt her growth spurt finally slow down. She looked down at Michael and felt a strange sense of excitement running through her. She was still a little scared and confused, but there was also something exhilarating about having to look down at Michael instead of up. She took a deep breath and tried to steady herself.

"I need to figure out what's going on," she said, her voice sounding deeper than usual. "There's something weird about that tracksuit. Sorry, Michael, but I think you should probably go."

Michael hesitated. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Maybe I could help you with this. Besides, it's not all bad, right? I mean, you do look great."

Hannah looked shocked. "What are you talking about?" she said. "Look at me! I look like a--"

"A supermodel," Michael said, cutting her off. "Don't get me wrong, you looked great before. But now you look...I don't know, you look really stunning. It's almost like you're glowing or something."

Hannah couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had always been a little self-conscious about her figure, and she had never considered herself to be particularly attractive. But the way Michael was looking at her made her wonder if he was telling the truth. She took a deep breath and looked down at him. "You really like how I look?" she asked.

Michael nodded. "Trust me," he said, "if you weren't so freaked out right now, I would definitely be trying to kiss you."

Hannah blushed, her cheeks turning an even brighter shade of pink. "Um, okay," she said. "Thank you."

Michael gave her a smile. "You're sure you want me to go?" he asked.

Hannah thought for a moment. "No," she said finally. "You can stay. Just...just promise me you won't freak out if anything else happens."

Michael nodded. "I won't," he said. "But I think it's over now. You don't look like you're growing anymore."

Hannah sighed with relief. "Thank goodness," she said, looking down at herself. She contemplated changing, but she didn't have anything that would fit her at the moment. Well, other than the tracksuit.

She sat down on the couch, and Michael sat next to her. She felt self-conscious, but Michael seemed to be enjoying himself. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. "So," he said, "how are you feeling?"

Hannah smiled. "Confused, but better," she said. "Sorry about...all of this."

Michael shook his head. "Don't apologize," he said. "You've been through a lot tonight. Do you want to change? Maybe I can help you find some clothes that fit better."

Hannah shook her head. "No, it's okay. Can I tell you something weird, though?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"I think I actually like the way this looks," Hannah said. She blushed as she said it, but it was true. There was something exciting about feeling the fabric stretched tight against her skin, having her seams a little torn, like it was proof of how big everything had gotten. "That's crazy, right?"

Michael shrugged. "I don't think it's crazy," he said. "I think it's hot. Look, Hannah, I'm not going to lie to you. This is...a lot to take in. But I really like the way you look. And I think you do, too."

Hannah looked up at him and saw something in his eyes that she hadn't seen before. It was lust, pure and simple. He wasn't just looking at her; he was really looking at her, drinking her in, taking in every curve and swell. It was a little overwhelming, but Hannah had to admit that she liked the attention. She leaned back on the couch and let her blouse ride up a little, exposing a few inches of her stomach. She caught Michael staring, and she felt a tingle of excitement running through her.

Without thinking, Hannah leaned forward and kissed him, hard and deep. She felt his hands slide up to her chest, and she moaned as he gently squeezed her swollen, heavy breasts. Her bra had popped open again, and Michael teased her nipple, pinching and squeezing it gently through the fabric. Hannah groaned, her head spinning with pleasure. She felt a surge of growth running through her body, but it didn't bother her this time. She pushed into Michael, kissing him harder and deeper as she felt her body expanding in his arms.

Her shirt stretched and tore, exposing more and more of her chest. Michael didn't seem to mind, though. In fact, he seemed to be getting more excited as she grew. His hands explored her body, feeling her rounder ass, her fuller thighs, her wider hips. Hannah groaned as her jeans finally gave way, popping open and splitting apart. She looked down and saw that her panties were soaking wet, and her legs seemed to be growing longer and thicker by the second.

Michael pulled her on top of him and looked up at her with awe. "Hannah," he said, his voice breathless, "you're...you're so..."

Hannah didn't say anything. She just leaned down and kissed him, feeling her body grow and expand on top of him. Her hair was getting longer and fuller, her lips were getting plumper, and her tongue was sliding deeper into Michael's mouth. Her breasts swelled, her nipples poking out through her blouse and rubbing against Michael's chest. As he pulled her closer, she wondered how much bigger she could get, and whether Michael would like that even more.

After they had sex, Hannah lay next to him, exhausted and exhilarated. She couldn't believe what had happened tonight, but she also couldn't deny that she had enjoyed it. She looked over at Michael and smiled. "So," she said, "what do you think?"

Michael grinned back at her. "I think you're incredible," he said. "But what about your situation? Is it going to keep happening?"

Hannah shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "But it's something to worry about tomorrow, not right now." She leaned in and kissed him again. "Right now, I think I'm ready to call it a night."

Michael nodded. "Kicking me out, huh? Well, I suppose I can't blame you." He stood up and pulled his clothes on, giving Hannah a grin. "Call me tomorrow, yeah? Let me know if anything else happens."

Hannah smiled back. "You bet," she said. As Michael left, she looked down at herself and sighed. She still had a lot of questions, but maybe Michael was right: it wasn't all bad. In fact, it was starting to feel kind of good. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, wondering what tomorrow would bring.

As Hannah woke up the next day, she realized that she hadn't grown any more overnight. She looked down at herself and smiled. It was over, or at least for now. She felt relieved, but also a little disappointed. She knew that it was strange, but she had actually liked how it felt to grow taller and bigger in front of Michael's eyes. But now, she faced another problem: none of her clothes would fit her anymore.

She put on the tracksuit again, knowing that it was risky, but she didn't have any other option. To her surprise, it still fit, even with her new curves. She shook her head in disbelief as she looked at herself in the mirror. The tracksuit was snug against her skin, but it looked good, almost too good. She wondered if she had a future as a supermodel, or maybe a porn star.

Hannah decided to call out sick from work that day, not wanting to deal with the stares and questions that were sure to come if she went in. Instead, she went shopping, buying clothes that could fit her new size. Unfortunately, none of the stores had anything that looked as good as her tracksuit in her size, so she settled for a few oversized hoodies and yoga pants. It wasn't a perfect look, but it would have to do. Strangely, she couldn't find the store where she had bought the tracksuit, either. It was almost like it had disappeared into thin air.

It wasn't until she got home that she noticed the now-familiar tingling sensation starting up again. She groaned as she felt her feet swelling up inside her brand-new pair of Converse. She had bought them two sizes too big, but they were already starting to feel tight on her. Hannah felt a reluctant smile creeping across her face. Size 14 was starting to feel normal for her now, and she couldn't help but wiggle her toes to feel how big they were getting. She knew that it was wrong, that she should be trying to stop this from happening, but a part of her wanted to see how much bigger she could get. As her feet continued to stretch longer and wider, Hannah closed her eyes and gave in to the sensation, embracing the pain and the pleasure of her shrinking footwear.

Hannah sat down on the couch started to untie her shoes, but she stopped. She wanted to see them pop, she realized, just like her jeans and her shirt and her bra and panties. She wanted to watch herself get bigger, to feel herself growing, and to know that there was nothing she could do to stop it. "Come on, babies," she said to her feet, "show me how big you can get."

And that's just what they did. Her feet stretched and swelled inside her shoes, tearing the laces apart and ripping the fabric along the soles. She moaned as she felt her toes poking through the front of her shoes, wiggling and stretching to let her know how much bigger they were getting. Her feet kept growing, swelling up past size 16, then size 18. Hannah couldn't believe it. She knew that she was well past the boundaries of what was considered normal, even for someone as tall as she was. But she was beyond caring now, and all she could do was stare at her feet and admire their incredible size.

As her feet continued to grow, she felt the tingling sensation moving up her legs. She groaned as her ankles and calves stretched, bulging and lengthening to match her oversized feet. She nervously giggled as she saw her legs growing longer and longer, reaching out in front of her toward the TV. She leaned back on the couch and spread her legs, feeling a rush of wetness between them as her pussy began to swell with desire.

Miraculously, the tracksuit was still holding up, stretching to accommodate her expanding body and matching the length of her legs as she grew. She couldn't believe that it hadn't ripped or torn yet, but she wasn't complaining. As she looked down at herself, she saw that her hips were starting grow, too, widening to accommodate her thickening thighs. Her butt was filling up with pound after pound of smooth, firm flesh, and she felt her underwear stretching tight against it. She wiggled a little, enjoying the way her panties cut into her skin, and then she felt something snap as her underwear finally gave way. She moaned at the relief, but also at the thought of how big her ass had gotten. She felt the couch sink beneath her as she grew heavier and fuller, her butt growing bigger by the second.

But there was still more growth to come. Hannah watched in awe as she grew taller, her head rising up toward the ceiling. Her hair seemed to be getting longer and thicker, too, and her ponytail looked like an extension instead of actual hair. She looked down at herself and saw that her breasts were expanding again, swelling up beneath the fabric of her tracksuit and pushing out in front of her. Her nipples rubbed against the fabric, sending waves of pleasure running through her. She moaned as she squeezed them gently, feeling them outgrow her hands and start to push the tracksuit away from her midriff.

She also felt her body getting stronger, more muscular and powerful. Her back arched as her shoulders widened, and her muscles strained against the fabric of the tracksuit. She groaned as she felt her arms growing, too, and then her legs, her thighs becoming more defined. It was a strange combination of strength and softness, and Hannah knew that she could lift Michael with ease, or maybe even crush him if she wanted to. She blushed as she imagined it, her thighs wrapped around his waist, her breasts swelling against his chest, her lips pressed against his. She felt the wetness between her legs grow, and she couldn't resist any longer. She slipped her hand down her pants and rubbed herself, groaning as her fingers slid across her swollen clit and inside her.

Finally, Hannah's growth slowed down, and she looked down at herself. She was huge, absolutely huge, with every inch of her body swollen and bulging with growth. Her shoes were nothing but scraps of fabric and rubber, and her ass was so big that she could barely fit on the couch. Her breasts pushed out in front of her at least a foot, and her nipples looked like two shot glasses hidden under her tracksuit.

Ah yes, the tracksuit. Even though Hannah had grown to almost 8 feet tall, the tracksuit still seemed to fit her perfectly, stretching and shifting to accommodate her changing body. It was a miracle, or maybe it was a curse. Hannah didn't know, and she wasn't sure she cared anymore. If anything, she wanted more.

She stood up, feeling her knees crack as they adjusted to her new height. She looked down and saw that Michael was texting her. She grinned and texted him back, asking if he wanted to come over tonight. He agreed, and Hannah couldn't wait to show him what she had become.

That night, Michael showed up at Hannah's doorstep, still expecting to see a relatively normal-sized woman. But when Hannah opened the door, he was speechless. "Wow," he said finally, his eyes widening. "You're...you're..."

Hannah smiled. "I'm big," she said. "But you like that, don't you?" She took his hand and led him into the living room, where she sat down on the couch. A loud crack echoed through the room as the couch collapsed beneath her, finally giving way to her enormous weight. Michael gasped in shock, but Hannah just laughed. "I told you I put on some weight, didn't I?"

Michael stared at her. "How big are you? I mean, I thought you were big before, but now..."

Hannah shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "I stopped paying attention after my clothes started to rip off. You should have seen it; my shoes practically exploded, and my underwear snapped right off."

Michael swallowed hard, his eyes lingering on her massive bare feet. They were enormous, easily twice the size of his own, and it seemed impossible that they could have fit inside a pair of shoes. He had never considered himself to be a foot guy, but there was something about Hannah's feet that made him want to take them in his hands and rub them.

As if she could read his mind, Hannah lifted her foot and wiggled her toes in front of his face. "Do you like them?" she asked, grinning. "They're big, aren't they? And so soft." She flexed her foot, causing her toes to curl and stretch out. Michael couldn't believe how long and thick they were, and he reached out to touch them, rubbing his hands over her smooth soles and between her toes. Hannah moaned, feeling her body tingle with desire as he touched her.

More than desire, Hannah realized. She was getting bigger, again. She felt her feet growing in Michael's hands, her toes stretching longer and wider. She could actually hear them growing, the sound of her skin and bones expanding between Michael's fingers. She looked up at him, and he was staring at her with awe.

"Hannah," he said, "I can feel them getting bigger. They're so fucking huge."

Hannah smiled. "I know," she said, feeling her face flush with excitement. She had never been into feet, either, but there was something about her own growing, titanic, super-sized feet that made her want more. She pushed her foot toward Michael's face, and he leaned in to kiss it, his lips pressing against the ball of her foot. She moaned as she felt her foot continue to grow, her toes spreading apart and stretching out across Michael's face. He groaned as he kissed them, licking and nibbling on her soft, smooth skin.

But it wasn't enough. Hannah wanted more. She felt her body growing again, her legs getting longer and thicker, her thighs swelling up underneath her tracksuit. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she knew that Michael would be able to smell her arousal soon. "Oh god," she said, "I want to grow so big, Michael. I want to get so big that I can't even fit through the door. Can you imagine it? Being so big that my ass gets stuck in the doorway?" She moaned as she felt her butt expanding, pushing out behind her and forcing her to shift her weight forward. The couch sank even deeper, and she could hear it breaking apart.

"Yes," Michael said, "I want to see it. I want to watch you grow so big that you have to squeeze out of your own apartment. Oh, Hannah, I want you to get so big that you have to break down the walls just to get out." He grabbed her foot and pulled it toward him, pressing his face between her toes and kissing them. Hannah groaned as she felt another growth spurt hit her. "I want you to get so big that you can crush cars under your feet," Michael continued, "and make buildings look like toys."

Hannah nodded, feeling her body swell bigger with every word. She felt her head hitting the ceiling, even though she was sitting down, and she realized that she had to be at least 15 feet tall now. She leaned back on the couch, crushing what was left of it under her weight, and spread her legs apart. Michael looked up at her, his eyes filled with lust. "Can I..." he started.

Hannah nodded. "Yes," she said. "Please."

Michael didn't hesitate. He slipped between Hannah's legs and rubbed her pussy through the fabric of her magically enlarged tracksuit. Hannah moaned, feeling her pussy growing wetter and wetter. Her mons seemed to be pushing out in front of her, growing bigger and fuller, and her labia were swollen and slick with desire. She groaned as Michael's fingers rubbed against her, and she felt another surge of growth running through her body.

Her feet slammed into the wall behind Michael, destroying her television in a shower of sparks and glass. Her legs grew longer and thicker, and her thighs swelled up, forcing Michael to spread them apart. He groaned as he rubbed her harder, feeling a little frustrated that he couldn't take her pants off and see what was underneath. But there was something special about the tracksuit, and neither of them wanted to risk losing its magic.

Hannah could feel her breasts growing, too, swelling up and gaining weight with every passing second. "Fuck," she moaned, "my boobs are getting so big, Michael. They're gonna be bigger than you soon!" She pushed them together, feeling her nipples rub against the hot pink fabric. The ridiculously long zipper that ran down the middle of the tracksuit was sliding down on its own, exposing more and more of her chest. Cleavage unlike the world had ever seen peeked out from behind the fabric, and Hannah was captivated by the sight of her own enormous, swollen breasts.

Bigger and bigger Hannah grew, her body seeming to take Michael's words as a challenge. She was at least 20 feet tall now, and every part of her felt enormous. Her feet had broken through the wall already, making gigantic holes that exposed the outside world. The whole duplex shook as she kicked out more, trying to free her legs and let them grow as they wanted to. She could hear the upstairs neighbors screaming and shouting, and she wondered if they would call the police. She hoped they did; she wanted to show off how big she had become, how much bigger she could get.

Michael looked up at her, his face inches from her pussy, his fingers still rubbing her gently. "Grow, Hannah," he whispered. "Keep growing. You can do it."

Hannah nodded, feeling her body tingling with energy and excitement. She groaned as she felt her butt expanding, her hips widening, almost desperate to fill the space around her. She was pushing into the walls now, her arms reaching out on either side of her, causing the tracksuit to stretch bigger to accommodate her. She felt like she was wearing a skin-tight bodysuit that was designed to grow with her, and she loved it.

With a feeling of pride, Hannah felt her breasts graze the ceiling. She was still leaning back, and her head was now in the kitchen, but her chest was sticking up so high that they were above her eye level. She grinned, feeling her nipples rubbing against the ceiling, sending waves of pleasure running through her body. Her breasts seemed to be swelling even bigger now, as if they were competing with her growing legs and ass to see how big they could get.

Suddenly, Hannah arched her back, sending her boobs through the ceiling and into her upstairs neighbor's apartment. She heard the sound of breaking wood and screaming voices, and she grinned, imagining how shocked and horrified they would be. But all she felt was a rush of excitement as her breasts grew even bigger, stretching out into the apartment above her like two giant weather balloons. She groaned as she felt someone climbing across them, trying to get away from her. But it was no use; she was too big, and she wasn't going to stop any time soon. As she relaxed, debris fell into her apartment, and Hannah moved her hand to protect Michael from the falling wood and plaster.

Michael looked up at her in awe, his mouth open with shock and lust. "You're doing it," he said. "You're outgrowing the whole building!"

Hannah cooed with excitement. "I know," she said. "Look at me, Michael. My tits just broke through the ceiling! They're like fucking wrecking balls! I want to feel them grow even bigger, I want them to be so big that they crush the whole building."

Michael rubbed her pussy harder, his fingers pressing against her as hard as he could. "Yes," he said, his voice breathless. "Bigger! Go bigger, Hannah!"

As if in response, Hannah felt her boobs growing again, filling up the apartment above her even more. She could hear the walls creaking and groaning as they tried to hold her in, but it was only a matter of time before they gave way. Her ass was still expanding, and it was now taking up the whole living room. Hannah sat up, sending her head and shoulders through the apartment above, and leaned forward, trying to see Michael. He was still between her legs, but he was almost completely hidden by her enormous chest. She grinned as she felt him kissing her pussy through the tracksuit, and she knew that she would cum soon.

With a groan, Hannah's body expanded again, rocketing her blonde mane up through the roof of the apartment above and into the sky. She heard shouting and screaming, and she realized that the whole neighborhood could probably see her now. The thrill of being so big, so exposed, made her pussy gush with wetness, and Michael eagerly redoubled his efforts, basically punching her pussy through the fabric of her tracksuit.

Finally, Hannah couldn't resist any longer. She began to tear the rest of the building apart, being careful not to hit her tiny boyfriend who was still between her legs, sucking and licking her pussy like it was his job. She kicked out, sending walls and windows flying into the street, revealing herself to the world in all her incredible pink-clad glory. She was 50 feet tall now, and she felt like a goddess, like a force of nature, unstoppable and insatiable.

"Yes," she moaned, "yes! I'm so fucking big, Michael! I'm so fucking big, and I love it!"

Michael pulled away from her pussy just long enough to grin up at her. "I knew you could do it, Hannah," he said. "But you're not done yet, are you?"

Hannah shook her head. "No," she said. "I want to get bigger. I want to be so big that I can see over the whole city. I want to be so big that I can crush buildings under my feet."

Michael nodded. "I want to see it," he said. "Grow, Hannah! Grow, and let me see it all!"