11/30/20XX
Today is the last day of Max’s challenge. I was able to wake up before Jasmine to sneak off and spend some time with her. She was sitting in her huge chair reading a book the size of a king sized bead. When she saw me she carefully scooped me up and placed me in her cleavage. Even if she hadn’t gotten noticeably taller her breasts had grown out of proportion with the rest of her body. Each tit was the size of a gazebo and once I was wedged in between them I knew they were simply too heavy for me to get out on my own. We sat in silence for a while as the sun slowly rose and filtered through the windows. Eventually I asked the question that’d been at the forefront of my mind since I woke up.
“So where are you gonna do it?”
“Do what?” Max was focused on her book, or rather focused specifically on her book.
“Cum. If you did it here you’d probably flood the entire house.”
“You know that old quarry out past the freeway? The town’s given me permission to….fill it for lack of a better term.” I knew the one she was talking about. A few years ago some friends and I went down there to try and swim, like we see in the movies. Unfortunately while the quarry itself was 80 feet deep and nearly 150 feet across it was only recently abandoned and the water was barely up to our knees.
“Wow, I wonder how much it’d take to fill that.” It was a rhetorical question but Max answered anyway.
“About 10.5 million gallons or 40 millon liters.” She spoke matter of factly as she turned the page. I looked down at her swollen testicles. They had grown the most over the past week, each one looked to be larger than a normal house. I had no idea how she even walked with them
“Y-you don’t think….” I trailed off.
“That I’ll fill it? Who knows,” She looked away from the page long enough to wink down at me. “We’ll just have to find out tomorrow won’t we?”
Tomorrow. Were we already that close? In the span of a month Max had gone from a shy, scrawny tomboy to a literal giantess that oozed confidence and sex apeal. It seemed hard to believe that that transformation would be finalized in one day, in one act.
Our quiet morning was interrupted by a faint cry from across the house.
“Trevorrrrrrrr! Where are you?” Jasmine whined from within the walls.
“You’re being hailed, captain.” Max giggled lightly as she closed her book.
“There must be some interference, I didn’t hear anything” I said hopefully.
“Aw what’s the matter, don’t want to hang out with your cousin? Sorry I need to make breakfast and you need to make sure she doesn’t get stepped on.” Max rose to a standing position, I was firmly kept in place by the canyon of her cleavage.
“She’ll probably be too big to be missed soon, even by you.” I mumbled.
“Yes, but until then.” Max lifted me from her chest and placed a large wet kiss on my forehead. “No go play nice.” She then placed me on the floor just in front of one of the small doors. I could hear her titanic footsteps retreating to the kitchen as I opened the door. I should mention that as these doors are sized for me they are considerably shorter than normal. They only stand 5 feet 6 inches high. I’d noticed that last night Jasmine’s head barely scraped the bottom of the frame meaning that, yes she was growing constantly. Still I was not expecting the sight that greeted me upon opening the door.
Instead of Jasmine’s cute face I saw only a smooth, hard stomach. Looking up I saw a pair of shoulders wider than the doorframe and at the same height. I couldn’t see her head.
“There you are! Get in here!” Jasmine’s girlish voice echoed from far above me and a pair of strong arms pulled me into a tight embrace. Her now large breasts hung well over my head as my face was pressed into her abs.
“Holy shit Jas, how tall are you?” I managed to speak into her stomach.
“I ‘unno. Over six feet at least, you need to measure me!” With that she lifted me into a bridal carry and walked briskly to the bathroom. She had to duck through the doorway, thankfully the ceilings in here were well over 9 feet high so she could stand fully. She plonked me down on the toilet seat and stood with her back to the wall. I realized that she’d put me where she had so I could see high enough to measure her.
“Alright, you’re 6 foot 6. Jesus….” I was shocked. She was only 5’4” yesterday! This constant growth was getting out of hand.
“WOW! I’m like super tall now! I’m taller than my dad and all the boys at school too!” Jasmine skipped into the air, giddy with excitement. I looked her over, her once skinny frame was now accentuated by just the right amount of fat to make her “curvy”. Her breasts were easily F cups and her ass was flat no more. Even her hair looked better, instead of long wispy strands it was now smooth and silky with a slight wave to it. While I was still gawking over her transformation she stood atop the scale. “Holy shit!” She exclaimed and turned to look at me with a wide grin. “254 pounds! That’s almost 4 times your weight, short stuff!” Her smile widened as she stood before me in all her glory. Even on top the toilet my eyes fell below her chin and I had to crane my neck to meet hers. I wasn’t sure, but I thought I could see her head creeping ever higher right before my eyes.
Jasmine stats.
Height: 6’6”+
Weight: 254+ Lbs
Bonus 2 Part 2
Alison waited in the dressing room for Dian to return with some properly fitted clothes. They had just finished a comprehensive measurement of her entire body:
She stood 8 feet 6 inches tall.
Her chest was 61 inches.
Her waist was 32 inches.
Her hips were 67 inches.
Her arms were 2 feet 9 inches long.
Her legs were 4 feet 3 inches long.
Hearing all those numbers really drove home how huge she really had become. She could remember the first time she really came to terms with her size. Back when she first measured herself over 7 feet tall, 7‘3” to be exact. She had just gotten used to the idea of needing to duck her head under doorways but was unprepared for the eventuality of needing to duck her shoulders. It happened when she first got up. She normally opened the bathroom door with her butt and then backed through when she was sleepy. She did just that, only this time it didn’t go as planned. First she bumped the door so hard that it flew off its hinges and collapsed on the other side of the room. Then her shoulders plowed into the top of the doorframe, taking most of it with her. The back of her head tore through the plaster of the overhead wall and a shower of dust and wood chips rained down on her. After she collected herself she saw that the entire top portion of the door frame had been torn from the wall and there was a hole the size of her head just above it. She’d since learned to always approach doors from the front and to analyze them thoroughly beforehand.
As Dian reentered the fitting room Alison snapped back to the present. The redhead was holding a wide assortment of clothes including dresses, skirts, jackets and even heels. Alison had thought that her time wearing heels was long gone, she couldn’t wait to try them on! The two women spent about half an hour selecting a variety of outfits. Alison’s favorite was a yellow sun dress with red poppies and a pair of large, white 10 inch heels. With her outfit selected Dian shifted to the next phase.
“A lot of girls don’t realize how hard make up is when you’re this big. You have to use a lot more than you think to cover your face and contouring is remarkably difficult when the lines your drawing are a foot long.” She handed Alison a large makeup kit and began talking her through some of the new basics. Alison caught on quickly and very soon had herself looking her sunday best.
As she stood at the register waiting for Dian to come back with bags for the clothes she wasn’t wearing she fidgeted with the pendant that held her husband. She rarely showed him off in public but when she was nervous she liked to touch it to remind her of his tiny presence.
“Alright, here we are!” Dian’s voice was chipper and bright as she placed the bags on the counter.
“And how much is all this?” Now came the part Alison was nervous about.
“Well these right here are free donations,” Dian patted two of the bags. “And the rest, including the makeup kit will be $85.49”
“Oh, really?” Alison was surprised, she’d spent more on clothes when she was normal sized.
“Yup! Like I said all the expensive stuff is upfront but most of our sales are from second hand items. Not everyone’s cut out to be a model so there’s no point in only selling to 1% of the market.” Dain smiled widely, clearly enjoying the look on Alison’s face. Alison returned the smile.
After paying and stepping out of the store she stood for a moment and took a deep breath. She looked good, she knew she looked good even more so than before. And as she walked down the street, her heels clacking on the pavement, she stood to her full height of 9’4”. The heads of the men she passed barely reached her ass. Life was good and it would only be getting better.