Her Curves

Chapter 4 - Big Mean Girls

Written by: GrowthGooru

The afternoon sun spilled lazily across Jenna’s bedroom, warm golden light crawling over rumpled sheets and the tall, powerful figure stretched across them. She lay sprawled on her back, completely bare, still flushed from another day of feverish feelings and lingering heat humming beneath her skin. The ceiling fan stirred strands of her long hair across her shoulders and chest, the silky ends brushing against the undersides of her heavy breasts as they rose and fell with each slow breath.

She shifted slightly, letting out a soft sigh as she propped herself up on one elbow. Her other hand drifted absentmindedly across her stomach, tracing the tightened definition along her toned midsection before continuing upward. Her fingers curled around the underside of one of her enormous breasts, lifting it experimentally, almost curiously, like she still couldn’t quite believe it belonged to her.

A soft, embarrassed smile tugged at her lips as she squeezed gently, feeling the weight settle into her palm. The movement made the other sway slightly across her chest. Heat rushed into her cheeks as she tilted her head, studying herself lazily, mesmerized by how full and sensitive her body felt lately… like every inch of her had been dialed up too high.

Her thumb brushed along the curve of her cleavage, tracing the deep valley between them as she bit her lower lip, a quiet little breath slipping from her mouth. She exhaled slowly, sinking deeper into the mattress, letting her fingers wander over the plush curve again, testing, exploring, still fascinated by how her body responded to even the slightest touch.

Then her phone buzzed sharply on the nightstand.

The sudden vibration made her blink, pulled from her dazed state. She reached over lazily, stretching her long arm across the bed to grab it, one breast shifting against her forearm as she rolled slightly onto her side. She unlocked the screen, still absentmindedly holding herself with her free hand.

Her expression shifted instantly as she read the first message.

Miya: “Jen, those fucking bitches took my sample.”

Jenna frowned, pushing herself upright against her pillows.

Jenna: “What? Seriously? When?”

Miya: “Right now! They shoved me and stole it! I watched them each split the whole fucking vial.”

Jenna’s brows lifted slightly, her fingers tightening reflexively against her chest as she processed that.

Jenna: “Fuck. Is that bad?”

Miya: “It’s VERY BAD! They each must have taken as much as you did in the past three days in one dose… that’s going to make an explosive appearance in class today. I don’t know what to do.”

Jenna leaned her head back against the headboard, exhaling slowly. A faint, almost mischievous smirk crept across her face as she stared at the screen, her thumb slowly rubbing along the underside of her breast without thinking.

Jenna: “Just relax. I’m at home, I’ll be in class tomorrow. Not much we can do about it now… unless.”

The typing bubbles appeared instantly.

Miya: “Don’t even think of taking more serum!”

Jenna’s smirk widened slightly, her cheeks warming as she glanced down at herself before typing back.

Jenna: “Come on Miya, if they want to play with fire then we should too.”

Miya: “I’m serious! Don’t take more, okay? I don’t want anything bad to happen to your body if you end up overdosing. It could be really dangerous.”

Jenna rolled her eyes affectionately, shifting her posture as she stretched one long leg across the sheets.

Jenna: “I’ll be fine, now just try to chill, I’ll be back tomorrow."

Miya: “Ugh. You’re always like this, stubborn, and reckless as hell.”

Jenna chuckled quietly under her breath, shaking her head as she adjusted herself against the pillows.

Jenna: “And you always act like a cute little kitty. I’ll see you tomorrow."

There was a short pause before the final messages popped up.

Miya: “Fine. Just take care of yourself, okay?”

Jenna’s expression softened, her teasing grin melting into something warmer as her fingers idly traced along her collarbone.

Jenna: “I will. <3”

Miya: “<3”

Jenna lowered the phone slowly, letting it rest on her thigh as she stared toward the ceiling again, her smile lingering. Her hand drifted back across her chest, fingertips grazing over her skin as her thoughts raced ahead to tomorrow… to the chaos Miya was predicting… to Anita… to the other two girls… to the power now humming through their veins.

Her breath deepened slightly, anticipation curling through her like a slow spark waiting for oxygen.

Her gaze flicked over to the vial sitting on her desk, the small glass container catching the sunlight streaming through her window. She felt heat rise to her cheeks as her lips curved into a mischievous smirk, the memory of Miya’s panicked texts mixing with her own pulse-quickening excitement. Slowly, her hand drifted toward the desk, brushing against the vial as if daring herself, and she could feel her skin flush all over, every nerve tingling at the thought of what it could do.

Judging by the way her body kept reacting lately… tomorrow was not going to be a quiet day.

Jenna’s eyes drifted toward the vial on her desk, lips parting into a sly little grin as her fingers brushed over the smooth glass. She had never taken it straight from the dropper before—always diluted in water—but tonight, the thought of feeling it hit her body full force made her pulse race.

She uncapped it slowly, and tilted the dropper over her lips as she parted and stuck out her tongue. One drop, then another, teasing her senses. Immediately a tingle shot down her spine, her nipples tightening and brushing against her bare chest, her pulse picking up as warmth flooded her core. She let out a small, breathy moan, eyes fluttering closed, fingers already itching to wander.

One drop turned into two, then three. She moaned again, pressing her palms against her swelling tits, feeling them fill out under her touch. Her hips shifted, a subtle shiver rolling down her spine, and she could feel her clit starting to throb, wetness pooling between her thighs. Her hand dipped lower, circling herself lightly, teasing, but it wasn’t enough.

A sudden, almost desperate craving for more made her grab the dropper again. Another drop, then another, and another. Six more drops in total as she swallowed and felt the metallic burn as her throat worked it down. She fumbled, heart racing, her fingers trembling as she tried to twist the cap back on. Her pussy clenched painfully with need, nipples aching and brushing against her chest as if they were alive on their own. She hissed softly, biting her lip, and finally got the cap on, setting the vial down… only to let her hands roam freely over herself.

Her fingers found her clit, slick and swollen, and she rolled her hips against them, her breath catching. Moans tumbled past her lips, low and needy, as she leaned back against her pillows, chest rising and falling, breasts jiggling and quivering under her palms. Her fingers thrust and teased, circling her aching spot over and over, building the tension higher and higher.

Her hips lifted off the mattress, grinding against her own hands, clit throbbing with each stroke, and then, with a gasp that nearly shook the room, she came. Her body shuddered violently, juices spilling freely over her fingers, her chest heaving, nipples taut and dripping. Waves of shivering pleasure rolled through her, leaving her trembling and flushed, a sticky sheen of sweat covering her skin.

Her high was broken suddenly by a knock at the door. “Jenna? What do you want for dinner?” Her cheeks flushed crimson as she struggled to catch her breath, trying to compose herself, pressing her thighs together and letting her fingers linger for one last teasing stroke before scrambling to hide her evidence. The warmth and pulse of the serum still thrummed through her veins, and she couldn’t stop the small, wicked grin creeping onto her face.

Her body ached in all the right ways, and she knew… tomorrow, she was going to be unstoppable.

Jenna felt heat crawling up her neck as she fumbled to leave her bed, cheeks burning like fire. She quickly rose up and her hips shifted nervously as she tried to adjust her stance, and a faint, guilty shiver ran down her spine.

Her bare chest rose and fell with each breath, the nipples still hard and sensitive from the serum’s lingering effect, and her thighs pressed together instinctively, trying to conceal her dripping wetness. She let out a low, breathy hum, half in embarrassment, half from the aftershocks still pulsing through her body.

The tingle of her growth hit again suddenly, forcing her to stretch up on her toes, fingers brushing the ceiling as she let out a surprised moan. Her body shivered, and she felt herself push taller another inch to 6'3, every inch making her hyper-aware of how exposed she was. She stumbled slightly toward the door, thighs quivering, and pulled it open.

Her mom froze mid-step, eyes wide, suddenly looking up at a daughter now towering over her by a good half-foot. Jenna’s enormous breasts practically hovered in front of her mother’s line of sight, and she flushed hotter than ever, trying to twist away.

“Jenna! Put on some clothes for god’s sake!” her mother squeaked, voice faltering, cheeks burning scarlet.

“Oh… sorry,” Jenna murmured, spinning back quickly and bending slightly to grab a shirt from her chair. The motion made her bubble-like ass jiggle, giving a direct, inadvertent view of her glistening, wet pussy tucked between her thick thighs. Her mom’s face went pale; she spun away, walking down the hallway in a desperate attempt to erase the image from her mind.

“Okay…I’ll be… downstairs…” She scurried away and rushed down the staircase to start making dinner.

—

Jenna padded down the hallway, bare feet thudding softly against the hardwood as the lingering heat from the serum still pulsed through her veins. Every step felt heavier… grounded… like her body carried a new weight she wasn’t used to yet. She pushed open the bathroom door and flicked on the light, the bright glow spilling across the tiled floor and catching the sheen of sweat still clinging to her skin.

She stepped in front of the mirror automatically, then paused.

Her reflection felt… wrong.

Not wrong in a bad way. Just startling. Overwhelming.

Her brow furrowed as she straightened fully, her head tilting slightly as she studied the woman staring back at her. Her chest rose and fell slowly as realization crept across her face. She turned sideways, then back again, her lips parting as she instinctively reached for the measuring tape hooked around the towel rack.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she dragged it over toward the wall, pressing her back flat against the cool tile and pulling the tape upward.

She watched the numbers climb.

Higher.

Higher.

Her breath hitched as she forced herself to stand straight, pressing the crown of her head against the wall before glancing down at the reading.

Six foot three.

Her jaw slackened.

Her eyes widened in stunned disbelief.

“God… look at me…” she whispered, the words barely escaping her lips.

Her hands drifted upward almost instinctively, cupping the heavy curves of her chest as if she needed to confirm they were real. She squeezed gently, exhaling slowly as the sensation sent a ripple of awareness through her body. The unfamiliar fullness made her shoulders roll slightly as she adjusted her stance, still staring at her reflection like she was trying to memorize it.

She turned slowly, presenting her back to the mirror, her gaze tracking downward before she twisted her torso to catch the reflection of her hips and backside. The motion made her breath catch again. The new width and softness of her curves shifted visibly with even the smallest movement.

She stepped closer to the mirror… then stopped short when she realized her eyes weren’t centered in the reflection anymore.

“…Seriously?” she muttered under her breath.

She bent her knees slightly, ducking just enough to meet her own gaze properly. The movement sent her hair sliding over her shoulders as she leaned forward, studying herself with growing fascination and a faint flush spreading across her cheeks.

Her attention drifted upward as she straightened again, her gaze landing on the shower behind her. She turned, walking toward it slowly, her expression shifting from disbelief to quiet awe. She lifted her hand and rested it along the curtain bar, her eyes tracking the space between it and the top of her head.

There wasn’t much.

Maybe three inches at most.

Her fingers curled around the metal rod as she swallowed, a slow, nervous thrill twisting through her chest.

“I’m really getting big…” she murmured softly, the words almost lost beneath the steady hum of the bathroom fan.

She released the curtain bar and stepped back, looking at the cramped space with new awareness. The room suddenly felt smaller… tighter… like it hadn’t caught up with her yet. Her shoulders brushed closer to the doorframe as she turned, and she caught herself adjusting her posture instinctively, already compensating without thinking.

Her reflection watched her again as she stepped back toward the sink, her fingertips trailing lightly along the counter. The faintest smile tugged at the corner of her lips, equal parts disbelief and anticipation flickering behind her eyes.

Tomorrow was going to be… interesting.

And judging by the way her pulse still throbbed beneath her skin, her body didn’t seem remotely finished changing.

—

Steam had already begun to fog the bathroom when Jenna stepped into the shower, twisting the knob until hot water thundered from the showerhead. The spray struck her shoulders first, then cascaded down the length of her tall frame, rolling over every curve and contour of her body in shimmering rivulets.

She exhaled deeply as the heat soaked into her muscles. The warmth seemed to sink beneath her skin, stirring the restless energy still simmering through her veins. Her head tilted back slowly, long strands of hair darkening as they drank in the water, clinging to her shoulders and upper back.

The spray flattened across her chest, water coursing over the heavy swell of her breasts before streaming downward along her stomach and hips. She braced one hand against the tiled wall, steadying herself as another wave of tingling warmth rolled through her core. Her breathing deepened, her chest rising slowly against the steady pressure of the shower.

Her body felt… hypersensitive.

Every droplet sliding across her skin sent sparks flickering beneath the surface, the serum still working its way through her system after the extra dose she’d taken. She swallowed, pressing her forehead briefly against the cool tile as the sensation intensified, her shoulders shivering despite the heat surrounding her.

Her free hand drifted instinctively across her torso, tracing the lines of her stomach before moving upward. She cupped the underside of one breast, her fingers spreading as she felt the dense, unfamiliar weight pressing into her palm. The fullness made her breath hitch as the shower spray pounded against her chest, amplifying every sensation.

Another pulse surged through her body.

Her hips shifted involuntarily as she inhaled sharply, her back arching slightly as the energy gathered low in her abdomen. The feeling built quickly, rolling upward like a rising tide, making her knees tremble as she gripped the tile harder for balance.

Her body shuddered.

The growth hit suddenly.

A deep tightening sensation spread through her hips and lower body, forcing a startled gasp from her lips. Her thighs pressed closer together as pressure swelled outward through her curves, her stance widening instinctively to compensate. The tile floor creaked faintly beneath her shifting weight as she struggled to steady herself.

“Awhn—!”

Her voice echoed off the shower walls as her legs lengthened beneath her, her frame stretching upward in a powerful, unstoppable surge. The showerhead lowered in her perspective as she rose, her shoulders brushing closer to it than before. The cramped space seemed to shrink around her as she fought to keep her footing.

Her chest heaved as another wave rolled through her torso. The heaviness in her breasts intensified, swelling further beneath her hands as she clutched them reflexively. Her fingers sank into their softness as the added fullness forced her shoulders back, her posture adjusting under the sudden shift in balance.

Her mouth fell open in a breathless cry as the sensation crested through her entire body, leaving her trembling beneath the pounding water. The energy radiated outward, fading slowly as her muscles relaxed in the aftermath.

She sagged slightly against the wall, panting, droplets racing down her flushed skin.

For a moment, the only sound was the roar of the shower and her ragged breathing.

Then she straightened, blinking water from her eyes as she glanced toward the fogged glass door. She could feel it immediately… the difference. The added height, the deeper weight settling through her hips and chest, the subtle strain in her posture as her body adjusted to the new proportions.

She stepped back carefully, her head bumping lightly against the angled spray of water. She blinked in surprise, ducking instinctively.

“…Seriously?” she muttered breathlessly.

She shifted sideways, testing the limited space, only to realize she now had to lean slightly to avoid the curtain rod entirely. The realization sent a strange thrill through her chest as she stared at the enclosure around her, suddenly aware of how little room she had left.

Water streamed down her back as she reached up to push her soaked hair away from her face. The strands clung heavily against her spine, the length dragging farther down than she remembered. She twisted slightly, catching a glimpse of it in the fogged reflection of the glass, the wet locks trailing well past the curve of her hips and spilling toward the top of her backside.

Her shoulders rolled as another faint ripple passed through her arms. She flexed experimentally, watching subtle new definitions shift beneath her skin. The strength felt different… fuller… yet still soft, still unmistakably feminine beneath the growing power.

She swallowed, running her hands slowly down her sides as she tried to process everything happening at once.

The shower suddenly felt absurdly small.

She reached forward and shut off the water, steam swirling thickly around her as the pounding spray faded into silence. Droplets clung to her skin as she stepped toward the glass door, pausing when her head nearly brushed the top frame.

She crouched slightly, ducking to step out, one hand braced against the wall as she carefully maneuvered her larger frame through the opening.

Behind her, steam rolled out of the cramped enclosure like it had been holding its breath.

Jenna straightened slowly onto the bath mat, water dripping from her body in steady streams as she stared at her reflection in the fogged mirror across the room.

Her chest rose and fell, her expression caught somewhere between awe… excitement… and a flicker of nervous realization.

The serum wasn’t slowing down.

And neither was she.

—

Jenna wiped a circle through the fog coating the bathroom mirror, her breathing still uneven from the lingering waves rolling through her body. Water slid from her hair and down her shoulders as she leaned forward, squinting at her reflection.

Then her eyes drifted upward.

Her stomach flipped.

The mirror sat noticeably lower than it had yesterday. She had to dip her chin just to keep her full face in view, her damp hair clinging to the tops of her swollen breasts as her chest rose and fell.

She stepped back toward the wall-mounted height marker, pressing her spine against it. Slowly, carefully, she raised her hand and dragged the movable slider down until it rested against the crown of her head.

She glanced sideways.

6'4"

The number made her jaw slacken.

“Fuck… I should’ve listened to her…” she muttered under her breath.

But even as she said it, her hands drifted instinctively over her body. Her palms slid across the underside of her breasts, fingers spreading as she squeezed experimentally. The weight filling her grasp sent a tremor through her shoulders, her teeth clenching as another wave of tingling heat rippled through her nerves.

Her head tilted back slightly, a strained, breathy sound slipping from her throat.

“God… still so… horny…”

Her fingers tightened reflexively against herself as the sensation built again, sharper this time, coiling low and hot through her core. Her hips shifted as she braced herself against the counter, shoulders trembling as the surge overtook her.

Her breath hitched, body tensing violently as the wave crested through her, leaving her shuddering and flushed, her pulse hammering in her ears.

A loud knock shattered the moment.

“Jen, are you hogging the bathroom again? Come on!”

Her eyes snapped open as she gasped for air, heart still racing. She grabbed a towel half-heartedly, draping it loosely around her waist as she staggered toward the door, still shaky from the aftershocks coursing through her limbs.

She yanked it open.

Her brother stood there mid-knock… and froze.

Jenna loomed over him, water still dripping from her skin, her towering frame forcing him to tilt his head back just to meet her eyes. At 5'10", he had always been the taller sibling growing up.

Now the top of his head barely reached her nose.

Her soaked hair clung to her chest as her massive breasts shifted with her breathing, practically filling his field of view. He flushed instantly, stumbling backward in shock.

She smirked down at him, slow and lazy.

“Relax, shortie~”

She stepped forward casually, bumping into him with her hip. The impact alone sent him stumbling sideways, losing his footing and dropping onto the hallway floor with a startled grunt.

“Jen! Augh!”

She rolled her eyes, stepping out into the hallway, towering over him as she folded her arms beneath her chest, lifting them slightly as she looked down at him with open amusement.

“Such a weak little boy,” she teased. “When are you going to start working out?”

“Shut up!” he snapped, scrambling to push himself upright.

Her expression sharpened slightly, playful dominance flashing across her face. Before he could fully stand, her hand shot down, grabbing his wrist. With alarming ease, she hauled him upward, pulling him closer until his face hovered inches from hers.

“What did you say?” she asked softly, her voice carrying an edge that made his confidence crumble instantly.

His eyes darted away, throat bobbing.

“N-nothing…”

“That’s what I thought.”

She released him just as quickly. He stumbled backward again, barely catching himself against the wall as she turned, her wet hair swaying across her back and brushing the curve of her enlarged hips as she walked past him with heavy, confident steps.

“Little brother…” she muttered under her breath, equal parts teasing and dismissive.

Behind her, he just stared, still trying to process how his older sister had somehow turned into a towering, intimidating force overnight.

And judging by the way the hallway lights nearly reached the top of her head…

She wasn’t done yet.

—

Dinner started normally. Or at least, as normal as dinner could be when one family member was rapidly turning into a walking skyline problem.

Jenna sat wedged into her chair at the kitchen table, her long legs stretching awkwardly beneath it. The wood groaned every time she shifted, the cushion flattened nearly paper-thin under the expanding weight of her hips. Her tank top strained across her chest, the fabric pulled so tight it looked moments away from surrender.

She barely spoke between bites.

Plate one vanished in what felt like seconds. Fork scraping porcelain. Glasses of milk drained in single gulps. Her mother and brother sat in stiff silence, pretending to eat while very obviously watching the speedrun of their grocery budget disappearing.

Jenna stacked her second plate without hesitation.

“Hungry?” her brother muttered, attempting humor and failing spectacularly.

Jenna didn’t even look up. “Starving.”

The second plate disappeared almost faster than the first. Her metabolism burned like a furnace, every bite sending warmth spreading through her limbs, feeding the restless energy simmering beneath her skin.

By the time she reached for a third helping, her mother lowered her fork slowly, exchanging a worried glance with her son.

Jenna leaned back slightly after finishing the third plate, exhaling in deep satisfaction. The movement forced her tank top to stretch to its absolute limit across her chest.

Then—

RRRIP.

The fabric split clean across the front seam.

Her breasts bounced free as the torn material snapped apart, the sudden release making her inhale sharply as her body gave a faint, involuntary shiver. She let out a soft, breathy sigh, eyes half-lidding as the lingering warmth of the serum pulsed through her again.

“That was sooo good~ Thanks, Mom,” she said sweetly, like she hadn’t just committed wardrobe manslaughter.

Her mother’s face cycled through pride, confusion, concern, and mild existential dread in under two seconds.

“Honey… I think we might need to go shopping.”

Jenna glanced down at herself, then giggled softly, shifting in her seat. The motion made the chair creak loudly as her hips spilled further over the edges of the cushion.

“Oh… yeah… well I kinda already did. I bought this yesterday,” she admitted, tugging at the torn tank top. “Didn’t quite last long enough.”

Another tearing sound came from her shorts as the waistband dug into her widening hips.

She winced, rolling her shoulders as she stretched her arms overhead, her spine arching as she tried to relieve the constant pressure building inside her muscles.

“Mhhhn… yeah. I’m going to go back tomorrow. I’m just worried they won’t have anything that fits me now.”

Her stretch froze halfway.

A low rumble vibrated through her chest. Her eyes fluttered slightly, focus slipping as heat rushed through her body in a sudden, overwhelming wave.

“Oh—”

The kitchen chair groaned violently as her body lengthened upward. Her knees pressed harder against the underside of the table as her body stretched, growing bigger.

The chair legs screeched across the tile as her growing weight redistributed. The remainder of her tank top split apart completely, falling uselessly against her sides as she gasped, arms instinctively crossing over her chest.

“Oh god— sorry!”

She pushed herself upright too quickly, bumping the ceiling lamp with her shoulder. The fixture swung wildly as she ducked, trying to avoid knocking it loose entirely.

Across the table, both her mother and brother scrambled out of their seats, staring up at her with matching expressions of stunned disbelief. From their perspective, her chest filled nearly their entire view, her face barely visible above it.

She turned awkwardly, attempting to shield herself while stepping away from the table. Each footstep landed with a heavy, unmistakable thump against the floorboards as she hurried toward the staircase.

“I’ll— I’ll fix this—” she mumbled, voice flustered as she retreated upstairs.

The house creaked faintly under her weight as she reached the hallway. She straightened instinctively… and froze.

The top of the bedroom doorframe hovered barely two inches above her head.

Her cheeks flushed deep red.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered to herself.

She ducked carefully and slipped inside, closing the door behind her before leaning back against it, chest rising and falling rapidly. The familiar room suddenly felt smaller, tighter, like it had shrunk while she wasn’t looking.

She shuffled toward her bed and dropped onto it heavily. The mattress compressed deeply beneath her, springs whining in protest as her hips spread across the surface, her weight sinking her several inches into the padding.

She stared down at herself, hands sliding slowly across her sides, feeling the steady pulse of heat still radiating through her expanding frame.

“I’m growing like crazy…” she murmured shakily. “Why did I take so much… shit.”

The realization sat heavy in her chest, mixing with a dangerous flicker of excitement she didn’t quite want to admit was there.

Because despite the fear creeping into her thoughts…

Her body still thrummed with power.

And tomorrow was coming fast.

—

Miya sat rigidly in her seat near the middle of the lecture hall, her tablet resting on her lap, notes completely forgotten. Her fingers hovered above the screen, unmoving, her full attention locked several rows ahead.

Anita, Holly, and Kiki had arrived late.

Not unusual for them.

What was unusual was everything else.

The three girls lounged across their seats like they owned the entire room, laughing too loudly, talking over the professor’s introduction, and shamelessly leaning into the boys sitting nearby. A few guys were clearly enjoying the attention, their eyes darting between faces and the increasingly distracting silhouettes shifting beside them.

Miya swallowed hard.

Something was already happening.

Anita sat in the center, posture loose and confident, one arm draped across the back of her chair while she fanned herself lazily with her notebook. A thin sheen of sweat glistened across her collarbone, catching the overhead lights. Her fitted top clung tightly to her chest, the fabric stretched noticeably more than it had been earlier that morning.

Every time she laughed, the material strained just a little harder.

Holly shifted beside her, tugging subtly at her skirt as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Her thighs pressed together with a soft tension that hadn’t been there before, the fabric wrinkling and smoothing again as she adjusted her position, clearly uncomfortable with how snug everything suddenly felt.

Kiki leaned forward to whisper something to one of the boys, her ponytail swinging over her shoulder. As she did, she paused mid-sentence, blinking slowly, like she’d just felt a sudden wave of heat wash through her body. She giggled it off, brushing it away with a playful flip of her hair, but her shoulders rolled back unconsciously as she tried to stretch the tightness building across her upper body.

Miya’s grip tightened around her stylus.

“Oh no…” she whispered under her breath.

Anita shifted in her seat again, her confident smirk flickering as she adjusted her posture. Her hips lifted slightly, almost imperceptibly, like she was trying to find a more comfortable position. The metallic lecture chair gave a soft creak beneath her.

She glanced down briefly, brows knitting together before she shrugged it off, turning back toward the boys with a lazy, teasing grin.

“I’m so hot.” she joked, letting out a warm breath while panting and tugging at the neckline of her shirt to fan herself.

One of the boys chuckled nervously. “I… uh… feel fine.”

Holly let out a breathy laugh, though her smile faltered as she shifted again. Her seat squeaked faintly as her hips pressed more firmly into it. She scooted forward slightly, then back again, as if she couldn’t quite settle.

“Is the AC on? I’m sweating,” she said, though her voice carried a distracted edge. A trickle of sweat slid down her cleavage. She brushed a hand down her side, pausing briefly when her palm lingered over her waist, like she was double-checking something that felt… different.

Kiki crossed her legs again and froze for a split second.

Her eyebrows lifted.

She uncrossed them slowly, clearing her throat as she leaned back, forcing a casual posture while subtly tugging her shirt downward.

Behind them, a few students had started whispering.

Miya noticed the change before the girls themselves fully did. The curve of their silhouettes had softened and rounded, their clothes hugging tighter along their hips and chests. Each subtle adjustment they made seemed to make the strain more obvious.

Another quiet creak echoed from Anita’s chair as she shifted again. This time she straightened slightly, her height in the seat lifting just enough to be noticeable if someone was looking for it.

Miya definitely was.

The extra fullness along Anita’s hips pressed against the sides of the chair, raising her posture just a fraction higher than before. She rolled her shoulders back instinctively, like her body was trying to redistribute unfamiliar weight.

She blinked down at herself again, pressing her lips together thoughtfully before shrugging and flashing another confident grin toward the boys.

“You guys look nervous,” she teased.

One of them coughed, eyes flicking downward and then immediately back to her face like his survival instincts were screaming at him.

Holly shifted again, pressing her hands against the edges of her seat as she scooted back. The movement lifted her slightly higher as well, her skirt pulling tighter across her lap as her thighs pressed more firmly together swelling thicker.

“Is it getting hotter in here? Fuck.” she murmured, mostly to herself.

Kiki nodded absentmindedly, brushing damp strands of hair from her neck. She leaned forward, elbows resting on her knees, and paused as her shirt rode upward slightly before she tugged it back down with a quick, self-conscious glance around.

None of them were panicking.

Not yet.

They were too distracted by the strange warmth spreading through their bodies, the restless energy making them fidget, stretch, laugh a little louder than usual. Their confidence seemed to swell right alongside the subtle, steady changes shaping their figures growing bigger.

Miya’s heart pounded in her chest.

Her eyes darted between them, cataloging every small shift, every chair creak, every unconscious adjustment of fabric being pushed closer and closer to its limits.

“They have no idea…” she muttered quietly, horror and fascination tangling together in her voice.

Up front, the professor continued speaking, blissfully unaware that three biological time bombs were simmering halfway up the lecture hall, flirting, laughing, and slowly, steadily outgrowing their seats one subtle inch at a time.

And if Miya’s calculations were even close to correct…

They were just getting started.

Holly shifted again in her seat, her breath coming slightly faster now, like she couldn’t quite get enough air. A faint flush crept across her cheeks and down her neck as she pressed her thighs together, her fingers nervously toying with the hem of her tank top revealing her long line of cleavage and her big round breasts pressing tightly against it.

“Is anyone else… really hot? I’m burning up.” she murmured, her voice softer than usual.

Kiki glanced over, blinking at her. “You’re sweating too,” she whispered back, half teasing, half confused.

Holly gave a shaky laugh, but her smile faltered as another wave rolled through her body. Her shoulders tensed. Her back arched slightly against the plastic seat as she instinctively reached up, her hands pressing lightly against her chest like she was trying to steady her breathing.

Miya leaned forward a fraction, dread pooling in her stomach.

Holly’s fingers lingered there, her palms shifting subtly as her chest rose and fell faster. The fabric of her tank top pulled tighter across her frame, stretching with each breath. She swallowed hard, blinking rapidly as a shiver rippled down her spine.

Then her breath hitched.

Her entire body trembled for just a second, almost too quick to notice. The chair beneath her gave a faint, strained creak as her posture lifted ever so slightly higher. The movement forced her tank top to slip lower along her shoulders, the stretched neckline sliding just enough to make her gasp and grab at it in sudden embarrassment.

Her face burned bright red as she squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her lips together as she fought to steady herself. Her knees pressed tighter, her hands gripping her sides as she sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth, clearly trying to hide whatever surge had just rushed through her.

Beside her, Kiki straightened abruptly.

“Oh my god… what is that feeling…” Kiki whispered under her breath, pressing her palms against her own ribs as she shifted in her seat. She rolled her shoulders back, her posture subtly rising as the seams along her fitted shirt pulled taut across her chest and back.

She let out a soft, startled laugh, quickly glancing around like she hoped no one noticed. But the chair beneath her gave its own small groan as she adjusted, her hips settling into the seat with noticeably less space than before.

Anita, still lounging confidently between them, had gone quiet.

Her smirk faded into something sharper, more focused. She bit her lower lip, eyes narrowing slightly as she stared forward, her breathing growing slower but heavier. Her fingers curled around the edge of her desk as she rolled her shoulders once, then again, like she was testing the tightness spreading across her upper body.

The material of her top strained visibly as she inhaled, the fabric stretching smoothly across her chest before settling again. She exhaled slowly through her nose, her jaw tightening as a faint tremor passed through her frame.

Miya’s pulse pounded in her ears.

Across the row, all three girls shifted at nearly the same moment.

Three chairs creaked.

Three silhouettes lifted ever so slightly higher in their seats.

Holly let out a quiet, startled sound, clutching the edge of her desk as she stared down at herself, eyes wide. Kiki pressed both hands against her thighs, her breathing uneven as she glanced between her friends. Anita straightened fully now, her confident composure cracking just enough for alarm to flicker across her expression.

For a long, charged second, none of them spoke.

Then Holly grabbed her bag abruptly, standing so fast her chair scraped loudly against the floor.

“I need to go… to the bathroom.” she blurted.

Kiki shot up immediately after her, nodding too quickly. “Same.”

Anita hesitated half a heartbeat longer, her eyes flicking down her own body before she rose to her feet with forced calm, smoothing her hands down her sides like she could press everything back into place through sheer attitude alone.

“Excuse us,” she said sharply toward the professor, already turning toward the aisle.

They moved quickly, almost tripping over each other in their rush toward the exit, their steps slightly unsteady as they disappeared through the lecture hall doors.

Miya stared after them, frozen.

Her stylus slipped from her fingers and clattered softly onto her tablet.

“…This is bad,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the professor continuing his lecture like nothing had just detonated in the middle of his classroom.

And judging by how fast those changes were accelerating…

The bathroom was not going to contain them for long.

—

The bathroom door clicked shut behind them, the small space instantly charged with heat and tension. Holly, Kiki, and Anita leaned against the counters and sinks, chests heaving as the residue of their classroom growth buzzed under their skin. The air was thick with the scent of shampoo, soap, and something far sweeter—the metallic, tingling pull of their accelerating serum-induced changes.

“God… I can feel it everywhere…” Holly breathed, leaning forward, pressing closer to Anita. Her hands found Anita’s sides, gripping, kneading lightly, tracing the subtle curve under her shirt as she shivered under the contact. Their bodies pressed together, and as their chests met, a shiver of excitement traveled through all three of them.

Holly gasped as another wave rolled through her chest, heat blooming under her skin like her body had suddenly decided restraint was obsolete. The torn edges of her tank top creaked louder, every breath stretching the fabric tighter across the obscene curve of her breasts.

“Anita…” she whispered shakily, fingers sliding over the swollen weight of herself. “They’re still growing…”

Another pulse hit.

Her massive DDD-cups gave a sudden, heavy swell outward. The movement was impossible to miss. The undersides rounded fuller first, dense and warm, before the tops pushed higher against the straining neckline. DDD became giant G’s slowly, agonizingly slowly, every inch of expansion visible as the fabric stretched tighter millimeter by millimeter.

The cotton dug into her skin.

Then tighter.

Then tighter still.

Holly whimpered as her nipples pushed harder through the material, the points visibly dragging the fabric outward while her chest continued expanding beneath her trembling hands. Her breasts bounced heavier with each breath now, swollen enough that simply shifting her weight made them sway.

“I can feel them…” she moaned softly. “God, they’re so heavy…”

Her spine arched.

Another inch.

5’5”.

Then two to 5’7”.

The growth wasn’t sudden anymore. It crawled through her body deliberately, making every change impossible to ignore. Her legs lengthened first, calves tightening and stretching before her thighs thickened even wider. The bathroom tiles groaned faintly beneath her shifting stance as her hips eased outward another inch.

Her tank top finally gave up completely.

RIIIP.

The sides burst apart beneath her chest, exposing deep cleavage spilling obscenely forward as her breasts surged again from G-cups into impossibly round H-cups. The motion nearly shoved her backward from the sheer momentum of them swelling larger.

Holly stared downward in breathless disbelief.

Her nipples looked darker now, puffier, visibly swollen from the constant pressure. Her fingers trembled as she cupped underneath one breast and nearly lost the fight against its weight.

“Oh my god…”

Anita’s eyes stayed locked on her while Holly rose another inch taller… then another.

5’9”.

The top of Holly’s head now edged slightly above Anita’s.

That realization alone sent a visible shudder through her.

“I’m…” Holly swallowed hard, chest heaving. “I’m taller than you…”

“Oh my god.” Anita said breathily unable to believe how fast she grew to match her size then overtake her.

The words came out dazed and dripping with lust.

Another pulse rippled through her body instantly in response, almost like the growth liked hearing it acknowledged.

Her ass pushed outward next, leggings stretching tight enough to turn glossy under the bathroom lights. The fabric strained helplessly across her widening hips and thickening thighs as her waist stayed tight by comparison, making every curve look exaggerated beyond reason.

5’10”.

Her breasts swelled again.

All at once.

The upper curves filled first until they nearly touched her collarbones, then the sides spread wider across her chest, forcing her shoulders back. Each expansion made them brush harder against Anita whenever they stood close.

H-cups became J-cups inch by inch.

The sheer size of them altered her posture now.

Holly let out another shaky moan as the weight dragged subtly downward before another surge lifted them fuller and higher again, skin tight and sensitive enough that even cool bathroom air made her gasp.

“I can’t stop it…”

But she didn’t sound afraid anymore.

Her eyes were half-lidded now, cheeks flushed deep pink as she looked down at Anita from her slowly increasing height.

5’11”.

Another inch.

6’0”.

Every inch came with fresh fullness somewhere else. Longer legs. Wider hips. Thicker thighs. A rounder ass. Her entire body scaling upward into something statuesque and overpowering while her confidence visibly rose alongside her height.

The bathroom suddenly felt much smaller around her.

Holly laughed breathlessly, staring at her reflection. “I barely fit in here anymore…mmhnn… fuck…”

“You’re taller than me now!” Kiki nearly screamed holding herself back as she panted in unison with the other two.

Another growth pulse rolled through Holly’s massive breasts.

KKKRRRKK.

The remaining fabric around her torso snapped apart entirely this time, leaving her in shredded remnants hanging from her shoulders while her enormous breasts surged forward into colossal K-cups.

The movement alone made them bounce heavily.

Holly moaned openly at the sensation, one hand bracing against the sink while the other squeezed experimentally at her own massive curve, fingers sinking uselessly into warm softness.

6’3”.

Now she towered over them both by several inches.

She was over half a foot taller than Anita.

“Holy shit.” Anita said breathlessly as she began to shudder feeling the waves of growth and the serum taking over.

“Oh. My. God.” Kiki said, emphasizing every word, trying to compose herself as the serum began to affect her now.

Kiki stood frozen beside the sinks, breathing hard as the serum burned through her veins in slow, heavy waves. At 5’11”, she’d always been tall enough to turn heads, especially paired with her naturally full D-cup chest and long legs, but standing next to Holly now made her feel strangely small for the first time all day.

Because Holly was looking down at her.

Actually looking down at her.

The newly towering blonde loomed at 6’3”, flushed and trembling, shredded scraps of fabric barely hanging from her expanded body while her colossal chest rose and fell with every shaky breath.

And Anita?

Anita was looking up at both of them now, eyes wide, caught between disbelief and desire as the cramped bathroom suddenly felt far too tiny for three rapidly changing women.

“Oh my god…” Anita whispered.

“Is that going to happen to me–awhn!” Kiki moaned mid-sentence, feeling a heat building inside of her chest.

Then the serum hit her.

Hard.

A sharp gasp tore from her throat as heat bloomed under her chest. Her hands flew instinctively to her breasts just as the first visible swell pushed against her bra cups.

The fabric tightened immediately.

D-cups filled heavier.

Rounder and softer.

Growing bigger and bigger.

“Ohhh…” she breathed shakily.

The expansion came slowly enough to watch happen. The tops of her breasts pushed upward first, deepening her cleavage inch by inch while the underwire creaked faintly under growing pressure.

D became DD.

Her shirt stretched tighter across her chest.

Then tighter and tighter.

Holly watched with parted lips from above, visibly fascinated as Kiki’s curves expanded beneath her trembling hands.

“Kiki…” Holly murmured. “You’re growing…”

Another pulse surged through her body.

Her DD-cups swelled outward into full, heavy DDDs. The movement visibly shifted her balance forward, making her brace herself against the counter with a shaky laugh.

“They feel so warm…” Kiki whispered, squeezing experimentally beneath the weight.

Anita swallowed hard watching the size change happen in real time. “Your bra looks like it’s about to explode…”

“Don’t say that,” Kiki laughed breathlessly.

CRRK.

The left strap snapped immediately.

All three girls jumped before bursting into stunned laughter.

“Oh my god!”

Kiki’s chest bounced heavily from the sudden loss of support while her remaining strap strained helplessly against rapidly expanding fullness.

Another pulse.

DDD became F.

The cups visibly overflowed now, soft flesh spilling upward while the center seam dug desperately between her breasts.

Kiki whimpered softly as the growth spread lower through her body.

Her thighs thickened first.

The denim around her legs tightened audibly while her hips eased wider beneath her hands. Her ass rounded fuller behind her, stretching her jeans tight enough to show every new curve forming underneath.

Then came her height.

6’0”.

The inch slid through her body slowly, almost sensually. Her calves lengthened first, knees shifting upward before her torso followed, lifting her closer to her eye-level higher beside Holly.

Anita tilted her head back further now.

“H-holy shit…”

Kiki stared downward at her in disbelief. “I’m taller than you now…”

“Almost…” Holly said back with lidded eyes.

The words sent another visible shudder through her body.

The serum practically rewarded the realization.

6’1”.

Now Holly and Kiki stood nearly eye-to-eye.

Barely two inches separated them.

The tension between them thickened instantly as Holly grinned down at her less and less with every passing second.

Another chest pulse rolled through Kiki violently.

Her Fs surged larger into impossibly full G-cups, the sheer expansion finally destroying what remained of her bra.

RRRIP.

The cups split apart.

Her breasts spilled free heavily against the torn fabric of her shirt, bouncing with enough weight to make her gasp.

“Oh fuck…”

Her nipples pressed visibly through the thin material now, darkened and swollen from constant friction as cool bathroom air brushed overheated skin.

Holly stepped closer unconsciously.

Their enlarged chests brushed together.

Kiki moaned softly at the contact.

6’2”.

Then 6’3”.

Quickly matching Holly’s size and then some as she continued to grow.

Every inch came slower than the last, stretching her body upward piece by piece while her proportions scaled alongside it. Longer legs. Wider hips. Fuller thighs. Bigger breasts.

G-cups became H-cups inch by inch.

The growth looked endless.

Kiki’s breathing grew shakier the taller she became, partly from the sensation and partly from the realization that Holly was no longer looking down at her anymore.

Anita looked impossibly tiny between them.

The bathroom itself felt miniature.

Kiki laughed weakly, ducking slightly as her head neared the ceiling. “We seriously don’t fit in here anymore…”

Another pulse answered instantly.

The motion forced her shirt outward dramatically before seams burst apart beneath her chest.

KKKRRRRT.

Fabric fell away in torn strips.

Kiki stared down at herself, stunned at the sheer size and weight hanging from her frame now. Every small movement made them bounce heavily.

And still the tingling kept climbing her spine.

6’4”.

6’5”.

Holly’s eyes widened as Kiki slowly rose taller than her.

“You’re passing me…”

Kiki bit her lip hard, flushed deep red as she looked down slightly now.

“I am… getting so much bigger.”

Another inch.

6’6”.

Then slowly.

Agonizingly.

6’7”.

The ceiling hovered just above her head now while Anita openly stared upward at her massive frame.

Kiki’s curves looked almost unreal at this point. Towering height. Enormous chest. Thick hips and thighs straining ruined clothes beyond recovery.

But the most dangerous change wasn’t physical anymore.

It was the growing confidence spreading across her face the taller she got.

Kiki stood there panting, enormous chest rising and falling heavily, towering over the tiny bathroom and nearly everyone she’d ever known. And judging from the hungry look forming in her eyes now, the serum wasn’t just making her bigger anymore.

It was making her love the feeling of growth.

Another shudder ran throughout her body making her jiggle and clench her muscles suddenly rising up another two inches to her final height.

6’9”

She rose tall and let out a strong moan, shivering with lust.

“God… it feels so fucking good…” Kiki blushed hard fondling her enormous breasts now towering over them both.

“W-what the fuck…” Anita cursed, feeling afraid of her growth spurt as her entire body began to shudder.

The other two looked down at her blushing as they watched her growth spurt rumble throughout her body.

At 5’9”, Anita had seemed tall before.

Now, trapped between Holly’s towering 6’3” frame and Kiki’s massive 6’9” body, she suddenly felt tiny by comparison. Her pulse hammered as both girls stared down at her with flushed cheeks and widening eyes.

Then the serum surged harder.

Anita gasped sharply as heat exploded through her chest.

Her DD-cups twitched visibly beneath her shirt.

Then swelled.

The fabric pulled taut immediately, cleavage deepening as her breasts rounded fuller against the strained material.

“Oh god…”

Her hands flew up instinctively, cupping herself as the growth continued inch by inch beneath her palms.

DD became DDD slowly.

Painfully slowly.

The cups filled denser first, gaining weight before pushing outward further, stretching the front of her shirt tight enough for Holly and Kiki to watch every subtle expansion happen in real time.

“She’s growing fast…” Holly whispered.

Another pulse rolled through Anita’s body.

Her breasts surged heavier into full Fs.

The motion physically jolted her upper body forward.

“Ohhh fuck…”

The underwire dug harshly beneath her chest now, visibly struggling to contain the increasing weight while her nipples hardened sharply against the thin fabric.

Kiki grinned down at her from above. “You’re catching up…”

“I don't WANT to catch up, I want to be HUGE!” Anita shot back breathlessly.

But her trembling smile betrayed her immediately.

The serum spread lower.

Her hips pushed outward first, stretching her jeans tighter across widening curves while her thighs thickened enough to rub together harder with every shaky movement.

Then her spine tingled.

5’10”.

Anita stumbled slightly as her legs lengthened beneath her.

The bathroom suddenly felt different.

Smaller.

The counter sat lower against her hips now.

Another inch.

5’11”.

Her hair brushed against Holly’s shoulder as she rose higher.

“Oh my god…” Anita whispered.

Kiki laughed softly above her. “There she goes…”

Then came another chest pulse.

FFFTHKKK.

Her bra strained violently as her Fs swelled larger into massive G-cups. The center seam stretched outward visibly between her breasts while the straps dug deep into her shoulders.

Anita moaned softly despite herself as the added weight settled heavily against her chest.

“They’re so fucking big…”

Another pulse answered instantly.

CRRK.

One strap snapped.

Then the other.

RRIP.

Her bra collapsed completely beneath the pressure.

Her enlarged chest spilled upward inside her shirt, bouncing heavily as Anita grabbed the counter for balance with a stunned laugh.

Holly and Kiki openly stared.

“Holy shit…” Holly breathed.

Anita’s face burned red as she looked down at herself. Her cleavage looked obscene now, soft fullness practically pouring from the torn neckline.

And she was still growing.

6’0”.

The inch crawled through her body deliberately. Longer calves. Higher hips. A subtly lengthening torso.

Then another.

6’1”.

Now Anita stood eye-level with where Holly had started earlier.

The realization sent a shiver through her body.

“I can actually feel myself getting taller…”

Kiki smirked down at her. “Addicting, isn’t it?”

Anita tried to deny it.

Another pulse hit before she could.

Her G-cups swelled again, slowly becoming huge H-cups while the front of her shirt stretched flatter and flatter across the overwhelming curve of her chest.

The buttons started popping loose one at a time.

Tick.

Tick.

POP.

POP.

The final button launched across the bathroom just as Anita’s breasts surged outward hard enough to split the fabric apart completely.

RRAAKK.

The ruined shirt peeled open around her chest.

Cool air hit flushed skin instantly.

“Ohhh…”

Anita arched her back with a trembling gasp as her enormous chest bounced free heavily, the sheer weight making her posture shift.

6’2”.

6’3”.

Her body continued scaling upward beautifully with every inch. Longer legs. Fuller thighs. Wider hips. A tighter waist exaggerated beneath increasingly dramatic curves.

The bathroom looked absurd around all three girls now.

Kiki nearly touched the ceiling.

Holly towered over the sinks.

And Anita was rapidly joining them.

Another pulse surged through her chest.

H-cups became massive I-cups.

The expansion was impossible to ignore now. Each breast looked almost too large for her frame already, yet they continued swelling outward inch by inch while Anita stared downward in stunned disbelief.

“They just keep growing…”

Her voice sounded weaker now.

Needier.

6’4”.

She was officially taller than almost everyone she’d ever met.

And then came the final surge.

A deep tremor rolled through her entire body from head to toe, making all her new curves shudder visibly as the serum delivered one last agonizing stretch upward.

6’5”.

At the same time, her enormous chest swelled one final time from H-cups into full, heavy J-cups.

The added weight made her gasp sharply.

Silence filled the cramped bathroom for a moment afterward except for three sets of shaky breathing.

Then Anita slowly looked up at Holly and Kiki with flushed cheeks and wide eyes.

“I think…” she whispered breathlessly, “…I’m starting to understand why you two looked so excited.”

“Mhhhn… fuck…” Anita moaned one last time as her body rumbled, settling at her final height.

6’6”

“We’re… fucking… huge.” Kiki said, looking down at them both from her towering height, now above the doorframes.

“You got so big, Kiki…” Holly blushes looking up at her.

“Girl! You did too, look at your tits… fuck.” Kiki grabs them as she moans, they begin to giggle.

Anita blushes hard and puts a hand on her hip and triumphantly states.

“And this… is just the beginning. Imagine how much bigger we’re going to get.” Anita blushes hard looking up at Kiki then back down at Holly as she looks back in the mirror seeing their naked bodies and shredded clothes on the bathroom floor around them.

The three girls were about to get a whole lot bigger.

Growth Tracker – Chapter 4

Jenna

 Height: 5'10" (178 cm)
 Bust: 42DDD (bust 44", underbust 40")
 Waist: 29"
 Hips: 43"
 Weight: 160 lbs (72.5 kg)

Jenna – Early Chapter 3

 Height: 6'0" (183 cm)
Bust: 44G (bust 46", underbust 42")
Waist: 30"
Hips: 45"
Weight: 175 lbs (79.5 kg)

Jenna – End of Chapter 3

Height: 6'2" (188 cm)
Bust: 46GG (bust 48", underbust 44")
Waist: 31"
Hips: 47"
Weight: 190 lbs (86 kg)

Jenna – End of Chapter 4

Height: 6'5" (196 cm)
Bust: 46H (bust 50", underbust 44")
Waist: 36"
Hips: 52"
Weight: 235 lbs (107 kg)

Miya
Height: 4'11" (150 cm)
Bust: A-cup (bust 32", underbust 30")
Waist: 23"
Hips: 33"
Weight: 95 lbs (43 kg)

Anita
Height: 5'9" (175 cm)
Bust: DD (bust 40", underbust 36")
Waist: 27"
Hips: 40"
Weight: 150 lbs (68 kg)

Anita - End of Chapter 4
Height: 6'6" (198 cm)
Bust: J (bust 52", underbust 46")
Waist: 40"
Hips: 52"
Weight: 240 lbs (109 kg)

Kiki
Height: 5'11" (180 cm)
Bust: D (bust 38", underbust 34")
Waist: 27"
Hips: 42"
Weight: 165 lbs (75 kg)

Kiki - End of Chapter 4
Height: 6'9" (206 cm)
Bust: H (bust 49", underbust 42")
Waist: 34"
Hips: 50"
Weight: 225 lbs (102 kg)

Holly
Height: 5'4" (162 cm)
Bust: DDD (bust 42", underbust 36")
Waist: 26"
Hips: 42"
Weight: 135 lbs (61 kg)

Holly - End of Chapter 4
Height: 6'3" (190 cm)
Bust: K (bust 54", underbust 46")
Waist: 35"
Hips: 53"
Weight: 250 lbs (113 kg)