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Over You

Tamara had always been your short, curvy, little handful—and you loved to tease her for it. At 5’2”, with thick thighs, wide hips, and soft DD-cup breasts, she was the perfect package of pretty and plush. But that didn’t stop you from calling her "little lady," "short stuff," or, her least favorite, "tiny."

You thought it was all harmless fun. Just playful teasing.

You didn’t know she had other ideas.

The first time she saw the ad for MaxiGrow-XL, she barely hesitated before placing an order. A "premium, enhanced human growth hormone blend"—banned in most countries for being too effective—that promised rapid height gain, dramatic curves, and unstoppable feminine power. The moment it arrived, she shoved the bottle into her sock drawer, checking it obsessively every day.

And now? Now, she had a secret to keep.

The first pill didn’t do much. Neither did the second. But by the third day, she felt it.

A low, buzzing heat under her skin. The tightness in her clothes. Her thighs looking a little fuller in the mirror. Her breasts… heavier.

And you? Clueless.

Tamara smirked as you walked past her, ruffling her bangs. "Morning, tiny," you teased, not noticing that she didn’t have to tilt her head up quite as much anymore.

She hated when you called her that.

Which is why, when you stepped into the shower, she made her move.

Tamara padded over to her dresser, her pulse pounding as she yanked open her sock drawer. The bottle sat there, waiting. The little white pills were addictive—not just because of their effect, but because of what they meant.

Power. Size. The promise of something bigger.

She popped another one onto her tongue, swallowing it dry. Then, on a whim, she grabbed a second.

One every twelve hours? Please.

She was taking one every four.

As soon as they hit her stomach, it started.

A rush of heat shot through her body like liquid fire. She let out a soft gasp, her fingers clutching the dresser as a wave of tingling, pulsing pleasure rolled through her.

Her bones stretched, her spine lengthening—inch by inch—lifting her taller, making her legs longer, her hips wider, her body… bigger.

Her breasts swelled, soft flesh pushing outward, her halter top straining as her DD-cups grew heavier, rounder, fuller DDD-cup, then even bigger.

"Nnnngh… oh fuck…" she whimpered, her knees trembling as she felt her panties dampen. The heat was pooling between her thighs, her clit throbbing, her body aching for more.

Her reflection in the mirror taunted her—her face flushed bright red, lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded with lust. She looked sexier. Stronger. Taller.

5’3”… then 5’4”… then 5’5”...

Her body surged forward, curves expanding, breasts pressing tighter against the fabric.

Her top struggled to contain her. What were once plush tits were now heavy G-cups, straining against the thin halter. She let out a shaky breath, biting her lip as she reached up, fingers grazing over her new, fuller tits.

Bigger. Rounder. More.

Her thighs pressed together, her soaking wet panties clinging to her needy, growing pussy.

And then—footsteps.

Her head snapped up. Shit.

The shower had turned off.

She barely had time to catch her breath before you stepped out, towel slung low on your hips, running a hand through your damp hair.

Tamara was already waiting—sitting on the bed, legs crossed, smirking.

"Something wrong, babe?" she teased, her voice laced with amusement.

You froze.

Something about her looked different.

Her legs were longer. Her breasts… fuller.

Her entire presence was just… bigger.

You shook your head, blinking. She wasn’t this tall yesterday.

"…Were you always this tall?"

Tamara grinned.

Not yet.

But soon.

Tamara leaned back against the bed, legs lazily crossed, her smirk dripping with satisfaction as she watched your eyes rake over her body.

Oh, you noticed.

You felt the shift. The slight intimidation as she sat there taller, fuller, more commanding.

And she loved it.

"Something wrong, babe?" she purred, feigning innocence.

Your brow furrowed. "I swear, you look… bigger."

A wicked thrill coursed through her.

If only you knew what she had planned.

She reached up, stretching—and her heavier, fuller tits jiggled deliciously, barely contained in her now-struggling halter top. The thin blue fabric was fighting a losing battle against her swelling G-cup breasts, her deep cleavage practically overflowing.

And she wasn’t done yet.

Not even close.

She could still feel it—that deep, electric heat under her skin, her bones stretching, her curves inflating, her body growing.

Another inch.

Another cup size.

Her breath hitched. 5’6”… then 5’7”…

Her thighs thickened, her hips widening, the band of her panties digging into her soft, growing flesh as she expanded.

She let out a needy little gasp, her legs squeezing together, the damp heat between her thighs intensifying.

God, it felt good.

She loved how her breasts swelled against the tight halter, how her hardening nipples poked through the stretched fabric, how her pussy clenched, throbbing against her soaked panties as she grew and grew and grew.

You were still watching her, your gaze drifting lower.

She could see the bulge in your towel.

Ohhh, you like this, don’t you?

Tamara leaned forward, deliberately looming over you, her heavier, growing tits brushing against your chest, her breath hot against your neck.

"Still think I’m your tiny little girl?" she whispered.

Her voice was thicker, dripping with something dark and honeyed, something dominant.

Her new height made it easy to press you back against the mattress, straddling you with her thick, widening thighs.

Your hands instinctively flew to her hips—

And she moaned.

Because fuck, even her hips felt bigger, fuller, more powerful.

Her pussy throbbed, dripping through her soaked panties, the fabric sticking to her swollen, aching clit.

And she was still getting bigger.

Another inch.

Another cup size.

She could feel her breasts ballooning to an H-cup, her nipples stiff and aching, her body craving more, more, more.

5’8”… then 5’9”… then 5’10”…

Bigger. Taller. Stronger.

You let out a shaky breath, eyes locked onto her towering, curvy form.

"Tammy… what the hell is happening?"

She only smirked—grinding her soaked core against your growing bulge, letting out a low, shuddering moan as she leaned in, her lush lips brushing against your ear.

"I’m growing, baby."

She rocked against you, her newly massive tits spilling over, so soft, so heavy, her hard nipples grazing your skin.

Her clit throbbed.

Her panties were soaked.

And she was so. Much. BIGGER.

Another inch.

5’11”... 6’0”…

Her hips spread wider, her thighs thicker, juicier, softer, completely engulfing your waist.

You were trapped beneath her—

And god, she was dripping for you.

"You know what’s funny?" she murmured, grinding her heat against you, her full, swollen tits pressing into your chest.

You swallowed. Hard.

"I want more..."

Your breath hitched hearing her seductive voice dripping with lust.

She giggled, rolling her hips, moaning softly as her growing, soaking pussy rubbed against your throbbing cock.

"I’m still not big enough, baby."

She was hungry for more.

And you were completely at her mercy.

"Not… big enough?"

Your voice shook, barely above a whisper, your body pinned beneath her soft, growing mass.

Tamara just smirked, licking her lips, grinding slow, deep circles against your cock—her thicker, juicier thighs locking you in place.

"Mmm, not even close, babe."

Her hips stretched wider. Her breasts swelled heavier, softer, thicker—the straining blue haltertop now digging painfully tight into her skin.

6’1”... 6’2”... 6’3”...

God, the sensation was unbearable.

Everything was expanding. Her ass. Her thighs. Her tits.

Her panties were soaked, the thin lace fabric barely holding back the flood of heat pooling between her thighs.

Her pussy clenched, aching, so desperate to be filled, her swollen clit throbbing against the stretched-out cotton.

"Fuck…" she moaned, her head rolling back as another wave of growth hit her.

Her nipples stiffened, straining against the thinning halter top. The fabric snapped.

Oh.

Ohhhh, fuck.

Her H-cups burst free—soft, perfectly round, bigger than your head, her pink, perky nipples aching for attention.

Her cheeks flushed crimson, her breath ragged.

God, she was horny.

She wanted more.

She wanted YOU.

She reached behind her, lifting your hands—placing them firmly on her expanding curves.

"Feel that?" she breathed, voice thick with lust, her full, heavy tits pressing into your chest.

Her hips rolled again, grinding her soaked, throbbing clit against your cock.

"That’s me growing, baby."

Another inch.

Another cup size.

6’4”… 6’5”… 6’6”...

She was looming over you now, completely engulfing you, filling your vision with nothing but her.

Her thick thighs wrapped around you, her breasts swollen, heavy, jiggling with every little shift of her growing body.

Her pussy ached.

Her clit throbbed.

She needed more.

"You always called me tiny," she purred, lowering herself until her lips were ghosting over yours.

"Your little lady… your cute and tiny, short stuff."

Her fingernails dug into your chest, her breath hot and ragged.

"Well, babe…"

She grabbed your wrist—guiding your hand down, down, down until your fingers pressed against the drenched, needy heat between her thighs.

"Do I still feel little to you?"

Your fingers sank into her soaked panties, her clit pulsing against your touch.

She whimpered.

Her hips bucked.

Her body shuddered.

She reached over your head to grab the bottle again as your hand worked against her slick wet pussy.

And then—

Another pill.

She popped it between her plush, kiss-swollen lips—swallowing it without hesitation.

And she GREW.

Harder. Faster. Bigger.

Her thighs swelled.

Her hips widened.

Her tits ballooned to an J-cup, the sheer weight of them jiggling, bouncing, practically suffocating you as she leaned in.

Her clit throbbed, aching for friction—her soaking heat grinding desperately against you.

"Mmm… ohh, fuck… yes… YES…"

6’7”… 6’8”… 6’9”…

Her hands pressed against the wall, her arms caging you in as her towering frame loomed over your trembling body.

She was too big now.

Too strong.

Too powerful.

And god, she was so, so wet.

She licked her lips, her eyes blown wide with lust.

"You’re gonna worship me, baby."

Another inch.

Another cup size.

She wasn’t done yet.

Not even close.

"F-fuck, babe—"

You barely had time to react.

Tamara grabbed your wrists, shoving you down onto the floor, her heaving, massive tits bouncing as she straddled you, dripping wet, thighs spread wide.

Her panties snapped.

The soaked lace tore apart, her pussy finally exposed, glistening with hot, needy arousal as she slid over your cock, her swollen, puffy clit throbbing.

"Ohhh, yesss—"

Her juicy, growing ass slammed down, taking all of you in one desperate, sloppy plunge.

Tight. Hot. SOAKED.

Her thighs stretched thicker. Her hips widened.

Her pussy clenched around you, milking you, her inner walls rippling with every inch she took.

6'10”... 6’11”... 7 feet…

She was too much.

Too tight. Too wet. Too BIG.

Her huge, jiggling tits bounced, swollen to J-cups, her nipples stiff and aching, the sensitivity making her moan louder.

"Mmmph—more… bigger… fuck—I'm gonna—"

Her pussy clenched harder, her clit swollen, desperate, rubbing against you as her hips pounded down, harder, faster, heavier.

Another inch.

Another cup size.

She moaned like a fucking goddess, towering above you, pinning you completely beneath her growing weight.

Her hips rolled violently, her juicy ass slapping against your thighs, her breasts jiggling, her fingernails digging into your chest as she rode you without mercy.

"B-babe, I—"

You couldn't hold it. Too deep. Too tight. Too GOOD.

She was swallowing you whole, milking you, draining you, overwhelming you with her bigger, hotter, wetter body.

7’1”… 7’2”… 7’3”…

Her thighs clenched around you, her pussy fluttering, sucking you deeper, harder, faster.

"Cum, baby—" she gasped, her hips grinding, her clit rubbing against you with desperate need.

"I wanna feel it—"

She arched her back, screaming your name, her pussy gushing, her walls gripping you like a vice.

Her tits bounced wildly, enormous, unstoppable, her whole body growing, towering, devouring you.

She moaned again, louder, shaking, her juicy ass slamming down one last time—

And then—

You fucking exploded inside her.

Hot. Deep. Passionate.

Her throbbing, soaking pussy milked you, her body trembling as she grew even bigger—her tits jiggling, her clit pulsing, her wetness flooding over you.

"Ohhhh—FUCK!"

She collapsed on top of you, her heavy, gigantic tits pressing against your chest, her lips crashing into yours as she rode out the last tremors of pleasure.

Her massive, wet, sticky body covering you, crushing you under her sheer size.

"Mmm, babe…" she purred, panting, her breath hot against your ear.

She shifted, her thick, juicy hips still straddling you, still twitching, still dripping with cum.

Her thighs clenched tighter.

Her pussy quivered.

And then—

"Maybe I should take… just one more pill…"

Tamara sighed, her huge tits rising and falling as she finally caught her breath, her pussy still dripping with your cum.

"Mmm, baby… you filled me up so well," she purred, dragging her fingernails down your chest, leaving little pink trails.

She shifted her massive hips, her thick, juicy thighs squeezing around you as she sat up, her heavy, enormous J-cups jiggling with every movement.

But she wasn't done.

Not even close.

"I think I deserve… more."

You barely had time to react before she grabbed the bottle, her fingers curling around it possessively.

One pill.

Two pills.

Three pills.

Gulp.

The moment they hit her stomach, she shuddered.

Her muscles tensed.

Her spine arched, her toes curling, her breasts swelling.

"OHHH—"

She threw her head back, moaning, as she GUSHED taller.

Her hips widened, her thighs thickened, her juicy ass swelled, her tits GREW.

7’3” … 7’4” … 7’5” …

You watched helplessly as her body stretched, expanding, dominating the room, towering over you.

7’6” … 7’7” … 7’8”

She stepped off of you, her new massive weight sinking into the floor, and when she finally stood at her full height, her huge, luscious breasts bounced, now K-cups, swaying with every subtle movement.

You were nothing beneath her now.

"Mmm, that’s better."

Her voice dripped with power. Confidence. Absolute dominance.

She turned her blush-red face down at you, her gorgeous smirk curling her lips, her blue halter top struggling to contain her huge, heaving tits.

"On your knees."

You hesitated.

But she grabbed your hair, yanking your head back, her fingernails digging into your scalp.

"I said… ON. YOUR. KNEES."

You obeyed.

You had no choice.

She was too big. Too strong. Too powerful.

Her thick, juicy thighs pressed together, her pussy still dripping from the orgasm you’d given her.

"Good boy."

She cupped her massive tits, squeezing them together, her nipples stiff, swollen, aching.

"Now... start worshipping me."

She thrust her chest forward, smothering your face against her warm, enormous cleavage.

You couldn’t even breathe.

Her body was just too big, too soft, too all-consuming.

"Mmm, that's it…" she purred, grinding against your face, moaning as your lips found her sensitive nipples.

Her clit throbbed. Her pussy clenched. She was still growing.

And you…

You were completely hers.

Tamara groaned, her thick, juicy thighs trembling as the last few pills worked their magic.

Her muscles tensed.

Her spine arched.

Her entire body swelled, lengthened, expanded.

7'9"... 7'10"... 7'11"…

"Fuuuuck yesss..." she moaned, her voice deeper, richer, dripping with raw power.

Her massive breasts bounced violently, her nipples rock-hard, her pussy throbbing, slick with hunger as she kept GROWING.

8’0” … 8’1” … 8’2”

You dropped lower, your hands trailing down her thick, expanding thighs, kissing them in reverence.

Her legs were tree trunks of power and softness, her growing feet pressing into the floor, making the wood creak under her weight.

You kissed up her calves, over her knees, along her thighs, worshipping her, surrendering to her.

She was your goddess now.

She smirked down at you, guiding your chin up with a single, dominant finger.

You couldn’t even see her face past the overwhelming mass of her enormous, heaving tits.

Her huge L-cups swayed, her nipples swollen and aching, her body still pulsing with growth.

Then…

She leaned down.

Slowly.

Her face finally came into view, her eyes full of lust, satisfaction, and absolute control.

She cupped your face in her enormous, soft hand.

And then…

She kissed you.

Deep. Slow. Powerful.

Her plump lips enveloping yours, her dominance sealing your fate.

When she pulled away, she smirked.

"You're all mine."