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“Move it, tiny!” Terra tore down the hallway of the luxurious forest home, knocking over her scrawny step-sister, Kristen. Kristen, a mere 4’10” pipsqueak with barely any weight on her could barely stand a chance against her curvy, 6’ tall bitch of a step-sibling. Let’s back up, why are these two, 23-year-old college students living together, and why is Terra such a terror?!

Our girls recently became step-siblings when their parents met and married in the span of 6 months. Too much wine on a single’s getaway in Napa led two of these polar opposite women to have to spend time together. Kristen, our hero, was already struggling to connect with anyone at university. She had made some friends through her DnD group, but after most had graduated and moved out of the city, she was left alone.

Terra, on the other hand, was the queen of her local state school. She ran the top sorority, had her way with every football player, and slept her way to straight B’s to keep her mom off her back. She partied and drank her way through almost all her college years and most likely, the rest of her life will be a breeze. Terra stood tall, unafraid of her larger-than-average height. She also sported a healthy F-Cup and a set of hips built for breeding. Her day-to-day outfits consisted of baby tees meant only to cover enough of Terra’s breast to keep her from getting arrested and leggings that probably fit her massive thighs two years ago.

Kristen couldn’t help rolling her eyes when she stared across at this buxom beauty at the courthouse ceremony for their parents. This mammoth woman was now going to be at every birthday, Christmas, and Thanksgiving, making every moment about herself. Terra took great pride in tormenting Kristen, pinpointing her insecurities and focusing on them with small jabs throughout the day.

“If you want, you can look through my old training bras if need a new one,” was Terra’s favorite jab. While Kristen did have a nice set of hips, she was completely flat upstairs. The most she had in terms of sexual attention was the occasional cat-caller saving something about her serving cake. Besides that, she was the anti-Terra in terms of attention from the opposite sex.

As for why they’re together now and not at their separate schools, it’s their spring break, and while Terra would normally be in Cabo or Fort Lauderdale, her stepdad froze her credit cards after charging $5500 in one weekend. As punishment/a way for Terra to pay off a fraction of her debt, the girls were tasked with watching over the family's cabin. Both parents were fairly well off and Kristen always loved visiting the cabin when she was little, but now her getaway to the great outdoors is being overshadowed by this busty behemoth.

A normal person would pack up and leave this situation, but her parents asked her to watch over Terra and make sure she was doing her duties. Also, the only other place she’d be is in her dorm and somehow, that would be more depressing than being tormented on the daily by her nasty step-sibling.

On their first day together, Terra made sure to let Kristen know her place. Terra would take the food labeled for Kristen in the fridge and eat it, she would take Kristen’s phone chargers and not give them back, and she’d even hide the TV remote in her plunging neckline. Kristen was left sitting alone in her room with a book, having to listen to Terra laughing with her mouth full of Kristen’s homemade food, and watching annoying reality shows.

Kristen couldn’t take it anymore, she needed to get out. She grabbed her keys and headed for the front door before bang flashback “Watch it, tiny!” Terra slammed Kristen into the wall with her enormous rump and the smaller of the two crumpled onto the floor. Tears in her eyes, she gathered her things and ran out the front door. She got in her car and took off, looking for anything to get her mind off her evil step-sister. God, if only there were a fairy godmother to make her better than her tasteless step-sibling.

Fighting back the growing urge to cry, Kristen noticed a roadside commotion. Their small town in rural Vermont seemed to be throwing a town-wide garage sale. A local dairy farm donated their backfield to all the townsfolk to sell their wares. Parking her car, Kristen got out and left her phone in her car, buzzing with awful texts from Terra. She shut the door, leaving the terrible energy behind her, and fully immersed herself in the adorable small-town gathering.

THIS was the spring break Kristen wanted. She treated herself to an iced coffee and a hand-made maple donut. She found a small petting zoo where she hand-fed goats, chickens, and even an emu. Kristen looked like a totally different person from what she looked like this morning, caught in Terra’s net of snide remarks and bulging curves.

Kristen shook the negativity away and continued perusing the displays, eyeing adorable nick-nacks that should have been thrown out decades ago, but still held some charm. She came across a rather eye-catching 80’s themed display from one of the kooky neighbors. Neon signs, leg warms, and retro video game consoles lined the picnic tables, but one item in particular caught Kristen’s eye.

A red jumpsuit, hidden under a pile of dirty magazines, seemed to speak to her. Itching in the back of her head, a little voice whispered ~

Buy me. Buy me. You need me. You’ll love me.

It didn’t sound like her normal internal monologue, but it didn’t feel malicious. It felt almost like this voice was merging with her own inner thoughts. She did need this jumpsuit. She did want to buy it. Kristen DID love it. A wave of excitement washed over her, and she rushed to the owner to see the price. Weirdly, all the other items came with little tags ranging from $1 to $50, but not this leather number.

The fiery older woman didn’t recognize the outfit, claiming it must be from another booth. “No, I’m fairly certain it was from this booth. It was under those dirty magazines and covered in dust.” The older woman’s eyes went wide.

“Oh, THAT jumpsuit. You’re in for quite a treat, missy. Tell you what, I’ll give it to you for $10 if you promise to return here and show it off for us,” the old crone laughed like she hadn’t made a sound in twenty years. Kristen jumped back at the scratching in the woman’s throat and all Kristen could do was smile weakly, let out a small laugh, and slowly back away while leaving the $10 bill on the counter.

“What is with her,” Kirsten thought as she headed for the bathroom. Locking the door behind her, she stared with love at her spring break treat. This red jumpsuit was unlike anything she’d purchased in the past, but she loved every stitch, sleeve, and curve of the outfit. Removing her clothes, Kristen slowly slid herself into the suit. While the leather was a bit tight from not being warn for some time, she was surprised how well it fit her small, but curvy frame.

Her ample behind seemed to perfectly fit the seat of the suit. “It was so strange,” she thought, “This honestly looked almost two sizes too big a moment ago. I was ready to have it tailored but now…” Kristen looked at herself in the mirror and twirled, “I think it’s the perfect fit.” If only she knew….

Kristen gathered her clothes and pushed them into her tote. She exited the bathroom and headed for her car, taking in one final glimpse of this charming hamlet’s fair and wares. If she had been keeping an eye on her outfit, she would have seen her mosquito-bite boobs looking more like healthy apples as she was walking. Her 40-inch butt looked a bit more like 50-inches, but the suit was straining to contain her size. It fit like a glove, or even better, like a second skin.

Kristen sat in her car and noticed a few things off. “Had Terra messed with my seat settings and I didn’t notice?” She asked herself as she lowered and scooted the seat further back to accommodate her new height of 5’3”. Kristen didn’t remember sitting this far back in the past, but she was so ecstatic about her new purchase that she didn’t seem to care. She continued her drive, letting the windows down and letting the wind whip her hair. She felt free, confident, and content. If she bothered to look down or notice her knees rising higher and higher, her tits, ass and height were increasing. Apples turned to melons turned to watermelons, looking juicy and delicious nearly pouring out of her now deep neckline. Her cheeks pressed firmly on the side of her car’s seat. With nowhere else to go, they were slowly crushing the plastic center console into flecks and dust.

Best of all, our formally shrimpy shrimp was now skimming the higher end of 5’9” and climbing. Thanks to her growing spine and ample ass, Kristen’s head was starting to scrape the ceiling as she pulled into the drive-way of the family’s three-story cabin.

Kristen knocked her noggin hard as she tried to exit the sedan. The thump knocked her for a loop and she struggled to get out of the car. After a few attempts, she ducked and stood, wobbling from the uneven weight. She hadn’t opened her eyes yet but decided to lean against the car to gain some composure. As soon as her heaving breasts made contact with the metal frame, she yelped and hopped backward falling on her generous backside.

Her eyes traveled down her body and took in the growing sights before her. Each breath caused her chest to rise in her skin-tight suit, but when she exhaled, the suit did not return to its original position. Her tits were growing at a steady clip. The gravel beneath her rumbled as her pillowy ass pushed the pebbles to either side of her, making more room for cake. Her hands and feet supporting her were also slowly slipping away from her, sliding further and further from her torso. Her knee rose higher and higher, and when she was able to steady herself a rose to her feet, Kristen stood proudly at 6’5”.

Taking a few steps like a newborn calf, Kristen found her center of gravity and was able to march toward the house. It was strange taking in the sights from this angle. She could see the top of her car, over fences that had hidden things from her view, she even had a sense of vertigo looking down at her own feet. She had grown nearly two feet taller in the span of an hour and her body didn’t look like it was stopping.

Kristen entered the house and heard Terra cackling at the TV. She rolled her eyes and high-tailed it to her room and locked the door. She managed to remember to duck before entering her room, as to not have another injury added to the list. She sat on her bed and noticed the loud groans of the metal frame struggling to support her new weight. In her standing mirror, she noticed the great dip in the middle of the bed.

Since the change began, this was the first instance Kristen took in her new look with the jumpsuit and for the first time in her life: she felt sexy. She was slowly inching taller, and with the visual cues of the mirror, she could clock just how fast she was growing. She was easily over 7 feet at this point, and her tits were sticking out nearly a foot from her chest. She turned to view her giant ass and gave it a few slaps. Without warning, a moan escaped her lips.

Curious, she slid her hand down to her pussy. Even through the latex, Kristen could tease her clit and pussy. Not able to finger herself, she relied on grinding on her own hand until she grabbed her vibrator. As soon as that gadget connected with her womanhood, she collapsed on her knees. Her juices were flooding her suit, slipping down her legs and out the bottom. Her jaw hung loose and her tongue slipped from her mouth as she struggled to breathe. This was the most intense bout of arousal she’d ever felt and she craved more.

If she had her wits about her, she would notice her growth was speeding up. Her meaty thighs and ass were growing wider and heavier, resting further back on her calves and heels. Her tits pushed her suit to open further, displaying more of her tasty cleavage. Kristen was becoming large enough to hide the entire contents of her purse and bookbag within her tits, and it didn’t look to be slowing down.

The most impressive of these changes - her height. Each soaking-wet squelch of her vagina sent a surge through her body, causing her to grow in 5-inch jolts. Within minutes, she was 8 feet tall. In another five minutes, she was pushing 9’6” - making her the tallest woman to ever exist by a large margin. She could barely hold on, she couldn’t take the increased sensitivity to her erogenous zones and before long, she came.

She screamed and thrashed, her convulsions breaking furniture and keepsakes all around the room. Her growth surged, pushing her well over 11 feet tall and her tits looked like overinflated yoga balls. As she came down from this high, she noticed something about her magical suit - it was tearing. “Is there a limit to this thing?” Kristen thought but was interrupted by the last person she wanted to talk to.

“Hey, slut! Keep it down! We get it, you can’t get a man, but if you’re going to wack off, maybe do it quieter,” Terra shouted from the living room. Kristen had enough! She got on her hands and knees and opened the door to her room. With some maneuvering, she pulled her chest and most of her waist through the doorway but was stuck when she tried to move her hips.

Thankfully, her muscles kept up with her height increase, and with a few solid shoves, the doorframe buckled and Kristen was free. “What the fuck was that noise?! I’m not cleaning up whatever you broke. Also, you’ve got to clean up the vase I broke this morning. It was in my way,” Terra shouted while scrolling her phone, but Kristen wasn’t listening.

Kristen slowly crawled down the hallway, her hips scrapping the walls as she went. Pictures, awards, and shadow boxes felt and shattered on the ground as she went. As she entered the living room, Terra didn’t look up. “Did you hear me, little runt? I said, go clean up your…” Terra looked up from her Instagram feed and froze. Her phone slipped from her hand and she shivered in fear. She was acting as if a bear had broken into the cabin, but in this case, Terra should be much more afraid.

“I don’t think I will, Terra,” Kristen said, as she pulled her remaining form into the room. Using various bookshelves and ledges, she pulled herself to a standing position, now towering a staggering 13 feet in the air. Thankfully, these vaulted ceilings allowed her some wiggle room as she glared down at her step-sister. “Actually, you’re more like Tiny Terra.”

Kristen smiled as Terra regained some composure, standing to face her step-sibling. “What the fuck did you do to yourself?! How’d you turn yourself into a big, bloated freak?!”

“Uh-uh,” Kristen leaned down and flicked Terra back onto the couch. “That’s no way to speak to me.” The sing-songy nature of her town signaled to Terra that her normal belittling tactics were no longer going to work.

“Oh yeah?” Terra stood again, swatting away Kristen’s finger. “Just because you grew bigger than a fucking house, now you think you’re better than me?” Terra took another step forward and Kristen matched her. Her large footfalls shook the home. Terra was no taller than Kristen’s crotch, and Kristen needed to mold her tits in a way to see her once giant tormentor.

“No, honey, I know I’m better than you because I’m a better person,” Kristen leaned down, squishing her sedan-sized tits into her knees. Her ass dispersed the furniture behind her, turning a once sturdy bookshelf into kindling. “I care about people, I study hard, I love my family - you don’t care about any of these things.” Kristen’s face moved closer to Terra, forcing her to fall back once again onto the couch. “You just take, and take, and take. No more.”

Kristen barely sounded bothered. She was plainly stating how the status quo had changed and there was nothing Terra could do about it. “Oh yeah? You think you can just-” Terra was cut off by Kristen's large finger shushing her lips.

“Enough of that, you’ve talked more than most people speak their whole lives.” Feeling her step-sibling’s plump lips on her finger, Kristen could feel her pussy swelling once again. Her continuing growth was turning her leather jumpsuit into more of a swimsuit, which was wonderful for her. In one quick motion, Kristen grabbed the back of Terra’s head and slid the cup of her new leather bikini to the side, revealing a soda-can-sized nipple. “Now, shut up and suck.”

Kristen placed her nipple into Terra’s mouth, who protested. She tried to bite down, but that only made Kristen more aroused. She smooshed Terra’s head further into her breast, causing her fat tiddy to warp around her step-sister’s head. Kristen ground Terra’s face further into her tit until he couldn’t take it anymore. Kristen stood, not letting go of Terra. Her legs dangled as Kristen maneuvered around the room and placed her against a wall.

When Terra was released and gasping for air, Kristen gave her no time to gather herself. She planted her dripping crotch on her bully’s face, pinning her to the wall. Kristen started to grind as hard as she could, soaking Terra’s clothes in her cum. Terra’s thrashing was just was Kristen needed, it was too much for her. The stimulation caused her orgasm to grow and grow until she couldn’t hold back any further. With one final shove of her hips, Kristen came. Squirting all down her legs and drenching Terra.

The more Kristen tensed her muscles, the more she turned the wall behind Kristen into rubble. Drywall crumbled and dust fell over the two of them as Kristen’s climax subsided. Falling backward, Kristen’s double-wide cheeks smashed the couch into splints. She barely felt it, only focusing on catching her breath.

Her gaze landed on Terra as she calmed down, and Terra used all her strength to stand and walk towards Kristen. “Yes, little runt?” Kristen asked.

“Mmm…mmmm,” Terra was coming down from the shock of the past few minutes and fell to her knees in front of Kristen.

“What was that?” Kristen held a hand to her ear, cupping it.

“More!” Terra was addicted, and she dove onto Kristen’s giant pussy, slipping her arm inside. Kristen yelped in ecstasy and smiled down at her new toy.

This was going to be the best spring break yet.

THE END