Her Curves

Chapter 9 - Too Cool for School

Written by: GrowthGooru

The bell rang as students spilled into the hallways, hurrying toward their first classes of the day.

Holly stood in front of her locker, looking down and admiring her reflection in its little metal mirror.

She couldn't help smiling.

She felt tall.

Really tall.

At 6'9", she towered over practically everyone walking through the hallway. Most of the guys barely reached her shoulders, and even the taller students had to look up to make eye contact.

It was an incredible feeling.

She straightened her back, rolling her shoulders as she admired her reflection again.

"God, I'm getting huge."

Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders as she adjusted her shirt. It was getting increasingly difficult to find clothes that fit properly. Her top was stretched tightly across her fuller chest, while her shorts hugged her waist, hips, and thighs much more snugly than she'd intended.

She tugged at the hem.

"I definitely need to go shopping."

Still, she wasn't complaining.

She closed her locker and stepped back into the hallway, enjoying the occasional double take from passing students.

For once, she didn't feel like the little girl in the room.

She felt powerful.

Then she heard someone calling her name.

"Holly!"

She turned.

Kiki was walking toward her.

Holly's smile widened.

"Hey!"

But as Kiki got closer, Holly's expression changed slightly.

Something was different.

Kiki looked... bigger.

A lot bigger.

Holly slowly raised her eyes.

Then raised them a little more.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

Kiki grinned.

"What?"

Holly stared at her.

"You grew again too! You're taller!"

Kiki stopped right in front of her, looking down with a smug little smile.

"Am I?"

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Make that stupid innocent face."

Kiki giggled.

At 7'2", she stood five inches taller than Holly, and the difference was immediately obvious. Her head sat comfortably above Holly's, and Holly had to tilt her chin upward just to look at her properly.

Kiki seemed thoroughly entertained.

"Morning, short stuff."

Holly's mouth fell open.

"Short stuff?"

Kiki nodded.

"Yep."

"Come on! You're only a few inches taller!"

"A few very important inches."

Holly rolled her eyes.

"Ugh. You're so annoying."

Kiki placed her hands on her hips, deliberately showing off her newly enlarged figure.

"Well, somebody's been growing."

Holly glanced down at herself.

"Excuse me? You’ve grown too!"

"I know. But I can tell you had a juicy little growth spurt too."

Kiki gave her an exaggerated once-over.

"You're looking pretty big yourself."

Holly smiled proudly.

"Thank you."

"Almost intimidating."

"Almost?"

Kiki laughed.

"Don't push it, sweetheart."

Holly shook her head, laughing despite herself.

"You're so funny."

Kiki leaned down slightly, bringing her face closer to Holly's.

"Need me to reach something on the top shelf for you?"

Holly shoved her arm.

"I’m way bigger than that now! Shut up!"

Both girls burst out laughing.

Then Kiki glanced down the hallway.

"Where's Anita?"

Holly shrugged.

"Probably on her way."

"Good. I want to see her face."

"Why?"

Kiki's grin returned.

"Just curious."

Holly narrowed her eyes.

"You're planning something."

"Me? Never."

Kiki began to daydream towering over Anita, still holding her title of tallest in their little cheer squad.

But then a familiar voice interrupted them.

"Planning what?"

Both girls turned.

Anita was walking toward them.

"Morning!"

Holly smiled.

"Hey, Anita!"

Kiki turned around.

"Well, look who's here."

Anita approached, adjusting the hem of her black tank top stretched to the extreme across her giant breasts.

She looked happy.

Very happy, actually.

And there was a good reason.

At 7'6", Anita had grown another seven inches overnight.

She was enormous.

Her black tank top stretched across her increasingly full breasts, looking more like a sports bra and her shorts were becoming almost comically tight around her hips and thick thighs that looked more like a thong around her ass cheeks.

She'd spent nearly ten minutes getting dressed that morning.

But none of that mattered right now.

She was enjoying herself.

"What's with the faces?" Anita asked.

Holly looked at Kiki.

Then at Anita.

Then back at Kiki.

"Nothing."

Anita raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing?"

Kiki smiled.

"We were just talking about who's the tallest."

Anita laughed.

"Well, that's easy."

She stopped beside them.

"Me."

Holly blinked.

Kiki's smile faltered slightly.

Anita looked between them.

"What?"

Kiki turned her head and slowly tilted it upward.

Then a little farther.

Her grin disappeared.

"Wait..."

Anita smiled.

"What's wrong?"

Kiki stared at her.

"Since when are you taller than me?"

Anita nodded, raising her hand and hovering over her head and then back down at Kiki’s grinning before settling her hands back onto her wide hips.

"Since this morning apparently. And by a few inches too. Look at that."

Holly's eyes widened.

"You're that much taller?!"

Anita grinned.

"Good morning to you too."

Kiki looked down at herself, then back up at Anita.

"How?"

"I just grew bigger."

Anita gave a little shrug.

"Funny how that works."

Holly started laughing.

"Oh my god. Kiki!"

Kiki shot her a look.

"What?"

Holly pointed upward toward Anita.

"You're not the biggest girl in our group anymore!"

Anita burst out laughing.

"She's right."

Kiki folded her arms.

"Okay, that's enough."

Anita looked down at her.

"What's the matter, little Kiki?"

Kiki's eyes narrowed.

"Ugh. Don't start."

Anita tilted her head.

"Need my help? You look so helpless all the way down there."

Holly practically doubled over laughing.

"HA!"

Kiki looked between them.

"You two are enjoying this way too much."

Anita placed a hand on her hip.

"Well, somebody has to appreciate the view."

She glanced down at Holly.

"And you."

Holly looked up.

"Me?"

Anita smiled.

"You're looking pretty small today."

Holly's jaw dropped.

"Excuse me?!"

"You're still cute, though."

"ANITA!"

Anita laughed.

Then she looked back at Kiki.

"And you..."

Kiki sighed.

"What now?"

Anita leaned forward slightly, smiling down at her.

"You were taller than us both yesterday, and now you're not even the tallest girl in the group."

Kiki shook her head.

"I hate you both."

"No, you don't."

Anita straightened up to her full height.

The difference was impossible to miss now. At 7'6", she stood comfortably above both girls, her shoulders higher, her head well above theirs.

She looked positively delighted.

Holly glanced between them.

"Well, I guess we're all getting pretty big."

"Speak for yourself," Anita replied.

Kiki laughed.

"You're literally the biggest one here."

Anita smiled.

"Exactly. I deserve a better name. Try huge or enormous."

She took a step forward.

Thump.

Both girls glanced down.

Anita looked back over her shoulder.

"Coming, ladies?"

Holly hurried after her.

Kiki followed, still shaking her head.

Anita glanced down at them again, a mischievous smile spreading across her face.

"Try to keep up, shorties."

Holly groaned.

Kiki rolled her eyes.

And Anita walked away grinning, thoroughly enjoying her new position at the top of the group.

For now, anyway.

—

The three girls continued down the hallway, Anita walking ahead with a smug little smile while Kiki and Holly followed behind her. 

"I still can't believe you grew that much overnight," Kiki muttered.

Anita glanced back over her shoulder.

"What's wrong? Annoyed? That I’m now the tallest of us?"

"A little."

"Aw." Anita gave her a mock-sympathetic pout. "Poor Kiki."

Holly giggled.

"She's never going to let you live this down."

"Neither are you, apparently."

"Nope! I’m now the tallest of our group, and now I’m the biggest woman on campus too! Hahaha!"

Anita's hips swayed as she walked, booming with over-confidence, her shorts fitting considerably more snugly than they had the previous day. At seven-foot-six, she was already tall enough to stand out in any crowd, and her fuller thighs made each step look more substantial. She seemed particularly pleased with herself, occasionally glancing back to make sure the other two were following.

They reached the end of the hallway and turned the corner.

Anita was still looking at Holly when she took her next step.

THUMP.

She walked straight into something soft.

Something very, very squishy.

Her face pressed into a pair of enormous breasts, stopping her so abruptly that she stumbled backward with a startled gasp.

"Whoa!"

Holly nearly walked into Kiki from behind.

"Kiki, watch where you're going!"

"I didn't do anything! It was Anita who stopped suddenly!" Kiki protested.

Then she looked up.

And up.

Her mouth fell open.

Anita blinked, taking a moment to understand what she'd just walked into. She backed away and slowly lifted her eyes.

A long way up.

Two enormous curves filled most of her view, rising beneath tied together sheets that strained to accommodate a chest far fuller than anything Anita had encountered at close range. The fabric stretched smoothly over Miya's bust, emphasizing just how much larger she'd become. Her massive nipples like two gumballs were visible under just two layers of thin bedsheets pressing against it, rubbing as she blushed holding back a moan.

Anita had to take another step backward to see past Miya's chest properly.

Beyond it, Miya's waist narrowed beneath her fuller upper body before flowing into wide hips. Her makeshift bedsheet dress fitted closely around her rounded thighs, and the fabric looked noticeably taut whenever she shifted her weight. She was no longer simply a tall girl who happened to stand out in a crowd. Her entire silhouette had grown more substantial, from her shoulders to her hips and legs.

And all of it stood nearly a foot above Anita, and considerably higher above the other two girls. 

Beyond those enormous curves, a familiar face came into view.

Her once short black hair was now a river of raven dark hair down past her enormous ass and hips.

Small glasses barely fit on her face.

Icy blue eyes now the size of strawberries.

And a smile that was getting wider by the second.

Miya looked down at the three girls.

"Having a little traffic jam down there, girls?"

Anita's jaw dropped.

"Miya?!"

Miya grinned.

"Hi, Anita."

Holly leaned around Anita, staring upward.

"Oh. My. God."

Kiki had gone unusually quiet.

That alone was enough to make Anita glance at her.

Kiki was staring too.

Miya folded her arms beneath her chest, her fuller bust shifting slightly with the movement. She looked entirely comfortable with her new proportions, while her tight bed sheet wrapping and wide cleavage made the changes impossible to miss.

"Well, aren't you three a cute little bunch?"

Anita frowned.

"Little?"

Miya tilted her head innocently.

"Did I stutter, shortie?"

Holly immediately covered her mouth.

Kiki's jaw dropped.

"Shortie? I'm at least seven feet tall! Probably more…"

Miya glanced down at her, pretending to consider this.

"At least seven feet," she repeated. "That's adorable."

"Oh, you did not just call me adorable!"

Miya giggled.

"What would you prefer? Tiny?"

Holly lost it.

"STOP!" Kiki protested, pointing accusingly upward. "You're enjoying this way too much!"

"Maybe." Miya smiled. "But it's not every day I get to look down at you for a change."

Anita folded her arms.

"You're barely even looking at us. You're looking at the tops of our heads."

Miya's grin widened.

"Exactly, tiny."

"MIYA!"

Miya laughed, her shoulders bouncing with amusement as she looked down at the three girls.  The movement made her chest shift beneath her long wrapped fabric loosely holding her enormous breasts together, and she barely seemed to notice, too busy enjoying the reactions of her rivals.

Anita glanced down at herself, then back up at Miya.

Standing at seven-foot-six, Anita was still an imposing figure. Her shoulders sat well above the heads of most students, her hips were broad, and her thighs filled out her shorts. Yet Miya's height and fuller build made her look distinctly smaller than she had only minutes ago.

Anita clearly hated that realization.

Miya clearly loved it.

"Maybe," Miya said. "But you three certainly seem less intimidating from up here."

Anita folded her arms.

"Can you stop acting like we're children?"

Miya's smile softened just a little.

"You really want to ask me that?"

Anita hesitated.

"What?"

Miya took a small step forward.

"That's funny. I was just thinking about the last time the three of you stood around me like this."

Holly's expression changed.

"Miya..."

"No, seriously. Do you remember?"

Nobody answered.

Miya looked from Anita to Holly, then to Kiki.

"You cornered me. You took my serum. You split it three ways and helped yourselves to something you had absolutely no right to touch."

Kiki shifted her weight.

"We already talked about that."

"Did we?"

Miya raised an eyebrow.

"Because I distinctly remember being attacked."

"We weren't trying to hurt you," Anita said.

"Really? Because I remember being on the floor while you three helped yourselves to my research."

Holly looked down.

"We made a mistake."

"A mistake?" Miya repeated. "You stole my serum. You didn't accidentally pick up the wrong vial of serum."

Anita sighed.

"Look, we know you were upset."

"Upset?" Miya gave a short laugh. "You stole the formula I spent months developing. You took something I created, divided it between yourselves, and then walked away expecting me to just get over it."

Kiki crossed her arms.

"Well, we didn't exactly know what was going to happen… I mean Jenna was suddenly growing bigger, we had to know if it actually worked."

"That's supposed to make me feel better?"

Nobody answered.

Miya looked down at them for another moment.

Then her expression changed back into a smile.

"Well, I suppose I should thank you."

Anita frowned.

"For what?"

"For reminding me that I should never trust the three of you with anything."

Kiki rolled her eyes.

"You're acting like we're monsters."

Miya looked down at her.

"No. I'm acting like someone who remembers exactly what you did."

A shadow appeared around the corner behind them.

A very large shadow.

Miya's eyes flicked past the girls, and her smile turned mischievous.

"Speaking of you all looking tiny... you're about to feel a whole lot smaller."

Anita narrowed her eyes.

"What now?"

A tall woman approached the doorway at the end of the corridor.

Jenna.

Her long and full golden-brown hair fell around her shoulders, catching the light as she approached. She wore a makeshift dress fashioned from a queen-sized bedsheet, wrapped around her enormous frame and gathered securely at one shoulder.

Two broad sweeps of pale fabric crossed beneath her enormous, watermelon-sized breasts, doing just enough to hold the curves in place. The improvised arrangement looked decidedly precarious, with the thin sheet stretched taut across her chest and soft folds hanging beneath them. Her nipples had grown noticeably larger too, their pronounced, grape-sized shapes subtly outlined beneath the fabric.

Her waist widened into generous hips, while the loose lower portion of the sheet shifted with each step, occasionally revealing glimpses of her thick thighs and the ample curve of her backside.

Even her face had changed, her lips noticeably fuller and plumper, giving her familiar smile a slightly different look.

Her bare feet padded against the floor, an almost comical contrast to the sheer size of the woman above them. She could control her weight if she wanted, to some extent, but not for long. If she had to run, she would most certainly throw caution to the wind.

The improvised dress looked almost ordinary compared with her extraordinary height and proportions. It was less an outfit than a desperate attempt to make a bedsheet do the work of an entire wardrobe.

Jenna reached the doorway.

Then stopped.

She looked up.

The nine-foot ceiling left almost no room above her head.

Jenna bent forward, carefully ducking beneath the doorway before straightening once she'd cleared the frame. At her full height of eight-foot-nine, the top of her head sat just three inches below the ceiling.

She glanced upward, checking the narrow gap, then gave a satisfied little nod.

"I can still fit, can you believe it?"

She looked down and smiled at Miya.

Miya grinned.

"Just barely."

Then she noticed the three girls standing in front of Miya.

Her gaze settled on Anita.

She looked down.

And down a little farther.

A smile spread across her face.

"Anita!"

Anita stared up at her.

"Oh, come on."

Jenna giggled. The laugh made her shoulders bounce, and she tried to suppress another one, only making her grin wider.

"Sorry!" she said, clearly not sorry at all. "It's just funny seeing you all standing there… so much smaller than us."

Anita pointed at her.

"Don't you start!"

"Start what?"

"That!"

Jenna tilted her head.

"You're going to have to be more specific, shortie."

Holly doubled over laughing.

Kiki stared at Jenna, then at Miya, then back at Jenna.

"Oh, this is a nightmare."

Miya beamed.

"Isn't it wonderful?"

Jenna stepped closer, her bare feet making soft thumps against the hallway floor. Her bedsheet dress shifted around her legs as she moved, the fabric brushing against her thighs.

She stopped beside Miya.

At eight-foot-nine, Jenna stood four inches taller than Miya, and the difference was noticeable even between two women of such extraordinary height.

Jenna's head rose a good amount above Miya's. Her shoulders sat higher, and the upper edge of her bedsheet dress framed her fuller bust. Beneath it, her waist and hips gave her a substantial silhouette, while her long legs carried her easily across the hallway.

Miya was enormous herself, but standing beside Jenna made the difference between their heights clear without either of them needing to say a word.

Below them, Anita, Holly, and Kiki looked between the two women.

Kiki was the first to break the silence.

"This is ridiculous."

Miya glanced down.

"What's wrong, tiny?"

"Stop calling me that!"

"But you're so cute when you're annoyed."

"I'm not cute!"

Jenna looked down at Kiki and smiled.

"You're cute too. You all are cute little tinies compared to us now."

She continued giggling towering over them all.

Miya glanced sideways at her joking around as they both were wearing similar makeshift bedsheet dresses.

"Nice dress."

Jenna looked down at the sheet wrapped around herself.

"Thanks. It was the biggest one I could find."

"Queen-sized?"

"For me? Obviously."

Miya smirked.

"Should've gone king-sized."

Jenna laughed.

"Maybe next time."

Anita looked between them in disbelief.

"Are you two seriously comparing bedsheets right now?"

Miya looked down at her.

"Sorry, tiny. The big girls are talking."

Holly made a strangled noise trying not to laugh.

"She's never going to stop calling us that!"

"I’ll stop when I want, tiny." Jenna said cheerfully layered with intimidating menace.

She glanced down at Anita again, her golden-brown hair falling forward over one shoulder.

"Besides, you look kind of cute down there."

Anita groaned and covered her face.

"I hate you so much."

Jenna and Miya exchanged amused looks.

Then they both laughed.

Their shoulders bounced with laughter, and their makeshift dresses shifted with their movements. Miya's bedsheet was wrapped around her fuller figure and gathered at one shoulder, its loose folds draping down around her hips and thighs. Jenna's matching improvised dress swayed loosely as she moved, the pale fabric stretched across her much larger frame.

The contrast between the two women was striking. Miya's long raven-black hair and neatly gathered bedsheet gave her a more compact silhouette despite her enormous height, while Jenna's golden-brown hair and loosely draped fabric made her look even taller, the sheet hanging from her shoulders like a toga borrowed from someone with a considerably less ambitious wardrobe.

And beneath the nine-foot ceiling, both women came close to filling the available space.

Miya leaned down slightly, grinning at Anita.

"Don't worry, shortie. We'll make sure you don't get lost down there."

Anita dropped her hands from her face.

"I'm not short! Fuck you!"

Miya and Jenna looked at each other.

Then both looked down at Anita.

Neither said a word.

Jenna stepped a little closer to Anita.

"What did you say?"

Anita looked a bit afraid up at her as she got even closer pressing her chest down against her face..

"What…?"

Jenna reached down and caught Anita around the waist.

Before Anita could react, Jenna lifted her cleanly off the floor.

"HEY!"

Anita's feet kicked uselessly in the air.

Holly's mouth fell open.

Kiki took a step forward.

"Jenna!"

Jenna held Anita comfortably at chest height, looking at her with an almost innocent smile.

"Remember when you didn't respect Miya's personal space?"

Anita grabbed Jenna's wrist.

"Put me down!"

"Funny. You didn't seem too concerned about personal space when you were helping yourselves to the serum."

"Jenna, seriously! I’m sorry! Okay?"

Jenna let the moment hang for another second.

Then she lowered Anita until her bare feet touched the floor again.

Anita immediately stepped away, straightening her dress and glaring up at her.

Jenna smiled.

"See? That wasn't so hard."

"You're crazy."

"Thank you."

Miya folded her arms.

"And for the record, you should consider yourselves lucky I'm willing to have this conversation at all."

Holly looked between them.

"So what do you want from us?"

Miya paused.

For once, she didn't have an immediate sarcastic answer.

"I want you to understand that what you did wasn't harmless. You took something that wasn't yours, and you put all of us in a situation none of us fully understood."

Jenna nodded.

"And you don't get to act surprised when we're not exactly thrilled to see you. Now apologize."

Anita looked down.

"We get it. I’m sorry…"

"Are you?" Miya asked.

Anita didn't answer immediately.

Then she nodded.

"Yes. We’re sorry."

Miya studied her for a moment before finally relaxing her shoulders.

"Good. Let’s hear it from the others too."

Kiki glanced at Holly, then looked up at Miya and replied without much enthusiasm.

"I’m sorry…"

Miya smiled.

"Thanks, bitch."

Kiki groaned, rolling her eyes.

Jenna laughed and looked down at Holly.

"And you, tiny?"

Holly’s face turned bright red as she looked away and around at the rest of the hallway avoiding eye contact quietly saying.

“S-sorry… J-jenna… S-sorry… Miya…”

Miya turned toward her looking embarrassed.

"Aww. It’s okay. You’re forgiven.”

“Yay! Okay, I didn’t mean to grow so much either… but it’s really strong stuff…”

Holly blushed and looked up at the other two as Jenna looked back down at the hallway and then down at them all.

Jenna glanced back at the three girls, her smile returning.

"Come on. Walk with us."

Anita slowly lowered her hands.

"Where are we going?"

Miya straightened and smiled down at the group.

"Wherever we want."

Jenna giggled.

"Try to keep up."

As the towering golden haired goddess strode every step sounded like a dull thump moving toward the exit and ducking under it showing everyone her giant ass and huge wet pussy on the way out.

—

The cafeteria was already packed by the time Jenna and the others arrived.

Students crowded around tables, carrying trays and talking over one another. The smell of breakfast food filled the room, and the usual morning noise echoed off the high ceiling.

Then Jenna walked through the entrance.

Conversations faltered.

At eight-foot-nine, she had to duck slightly beneath the doorway before straightening to her full height. Her bare feet padded across the tiled floor, and the queen-sized bedsheet wrapped around her body swayed with each step.

Miya followed close behind, grinning at the students who stared up at them.

"Morning, everyone!"

A few students managed awkward greetings. Most simply watched the two enormous women make their way into the room.

Jenna, however, had spotted someone.

Brad.

He was sitting at a table near the windows, eating breakfast and scrolling through his phone. At six feet tall, he was reasonably tall by ordinary standards, but compared with Jenna, he barely came up to her upper chest.

And he had absolutely no idea she was there.

Jenna's smile slowly widened.

"Oh, this is going to be fun."

Miya followed her gaze.

"Jenna..."

Jenna looked at her innocently.

"What?"

"You've got that look."

"What look?"

"The one that means someone's about to have a very confusing morning."

Jenna giggled.

"You're imagining things."

She turned and started toward Brad's table.

Behind her, Anita noticed where she was going.

"Oh, no."

Holly looked over.

"What?"

"She's going after Brad."

Kiki snorted.

"He's doomed."

Anita hurried after them.

"Jenna!"

Jenna pretended not to hear her.

Brad remained completely absorbed in his phone, occasionally taking a bite of his breakfast.

A student sitting opposite him looked up.

Then his eyes widened.

"Brad."

"Hmm?"

"Brad, look behind you."

"Why?"

"Just look behind you."

Brad kept scrolling.

"Is someone famous here or something?"

Another student leaned across the table.

"Dude. Seriously. Turn around."

Brad waved him away.

"I'm eating."

Jenna had reached the back of his chair.

She stood there for a moment, smiling down at the unsuspecting six-foot-tall guy. Her shadow stretched across the table, covering part of his tray.

One of his friends stared up at her.

"Brad..."

"What?"

"You're going to want to put the fork down."

Brad finally glanced up.

"Why would I—"

Two enormous arms slipped around him from behind.

"Good morning, handsome!"

Brad barely had time to turn his head before Jenna scooped him up out of his chair.

His feet left the floor.

His phone nearly slipped from his hand.

"WHOA! WHAT THE HELL?!"

Jenna laughed, lifting him effortlessly until his feet dangled well above the tiles.

"JENNA?!"

She hugged him securely against her chest as his body rested against her enormous breasts, smiling as she leaned down to kiss his cheek.

"Hi, Brad."

He stared at her.

Then down to the floor.

Then back at her.

"WHY AM I IN THE AIR?"

Jenna giggled and pressed another quick kiss to his cheek before planting a playful kiss against the side of his neck. Her breasts squeezed together as he felt his body slipping between them at her huge size. She couldn’t help but blush turning bright red in both cheeks and grinned down at him stuck between her cleavage. She could feel her enormous nipples brushing against the fabric of the bedsheet wrappings, jiggling under his body pressing against her breasts making her want to moan loudly, holding herself back in public.

"Because I wanted a hug."

"YOU COULD HAVE ASKED!"

"And miss that reaction?"

She laughed again.

Brad's friends were practically falling out of their chairs.

One of them pointed at Brad's dangling feet.

"Bro, you're actually airborne!"

"I KNOW!"

Jenna shifted her hold slightly, keeping him safely supported as she cuddled him from behind. Her bedsheet dress rustled as she settled him against her, and she rested her chin briefly near his shoulder.

"Aw, don't be dramatic. You're fine."

"I can’t move!"

Jenna glanced down at him.

"And? I’m holding you, don’t worry, little man."

Brad opened his mouth.

Then he closed it.

Then he looked at the floor again.

"Little...I mean compared to you…that's a fair point, actually."

Jenna burst out laughing.

Across the cafeteria, Anita had stopped dead.

Her face had turned red.

"JENNA!"

Jenna looked over Brad's shoulder.

"Yes, tiny?"

"PUT HIM DOWN!"

Brad's eyes widened.

"Anita! Uhh… it’s not what it looks like…"

Jenna looked back at him.

"What is it, then?"

"YOU!"

She giggled and kissed his cheek again.

"You're adorable when you're panicking."

"I'm NOT PANICKING!"

His feet swung helplessly beneath him.

Everyone at the table stared.

Brad's expression tightened.

"...Okay, maybe a little."

Anita stormed toward them.

At seven-foot-six, she was still a towering woman by ordinary standards. Her black tank top stretched across her fuller chest, while her tight shorts hugged her broad hips and substantial thighs. She moved quickly, her expression furious.

But Jenna was still fifteen inches taller, making the difference impossible to ignore. 

And she knew it.

"Jenna, I'm serious!"

Jenna turned toward Anita without releasing Brad.

"What's the problem?"

"You can't just pick people up whenever you feel like it!"

Jenna glanced at Brad.

"Do you mind?"

Brad considered the question.

He was currently being held several feet above the floor by a woman who could carry him around like an oversized backpack.

"I mean..."

Jenna smiled sweetly.

"See? He’s totally fine with it."

"THAT IS NOT AN ANSWER!" Anita shouted.

Miya arrived beside Kiki and Holly, looking thoroughly entertained.

"What's happening?"

Holly pointed.

"Jenna kidnapped Brad."

"I did not kidnap him!" Jenna protested.

Brad raised his hand.

"I'm going to need a minute..."

Jenna giggled, keeping him tucked comfortably against her as her enormous breasts pressed against his shoulders from behind. He could feel how soft and gigantic in size they were, both bigger than his head, feeling her large nipples brush against him as they started to swell. Their weight settled heavily around his upper body, gently compressing his shoulders and making it difficult for him to relax comfortably. He instinctively tried to straighten his back, only to realize that Jenna's affectionate embrace made the effort rather pointless.

"Jenna," he said, glancing down at his shoulders, "I think I'm being squished."

"Are you?" she asked sweetly.

She looked down at him, then over at Anita with an expression of exaggerated innocence.

Anita stared back at her.

"Don't you dare pretend you don't know what you're doing!"

Jenna blinked.

"I'm just hugging him!"

"You're practically burying him!"

Miya laughed.

Anita, meanwhile, had reached Jenna.

"Let. Him. Go."

Jenna looked at her for a long moment.

Then she smiled.

"Okay."

She carefully lowered Brad until his shoes touched the floor.

The moment his feet landed, he stumbled back into his chair, clutching the table for support.

"Thank you," he gasped.

Jenna patted his shoulder.

"Anytime, handsome."

Brad stared at her.

"I need a minute."

His friends erupted into laughter.

Anita wasn't laughing.

She stepped between Jenna and Brad, glaring up at the enormous woman.

"Don't do that again."

Jenna's smile faded into an expression of exaggerated curiosity.

"Don't do what?"

"You know exactly what!"

Jenna tilted her head.

"Give Brad a hug?"

"Pick him up without warning him!"

"Ohhh."

Jenna nodded thoughtfully.

"That."

Anita clenched her fists.

"Yes. That."

Jenna glanced down at her, then slowly straightened to her full height.

Anita's chin lifted.

And lifted.

Jenna's shadow fell across her as the taller woman stepped closer, bringing their height difference into sharp focus. Anita's head reached only partway up Jenna's torso, and she had to crane her neck to maintain eye contact.

Jenna's smile returned.

"What were you going to do about it, tiny?"

Anita's eyes narrowed.

"Don't call me that."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not tiny!"

Jenna looked down at her.

Then at Miya.

Miya pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh.

Jenna looked back at Anita.

"You're right."

Anita blinked, momentarily surprised.

"Thank you."

Jenna nodded solemnly.

"You're not tiny."

She paused.

"You're just a lot smaller than me."

Miya burst out laughing.

Holly covered her face.

Kiki turned away, her shoulders shaking.

Anita's expression went from furious to absolutely murderous.

"You're unbelievable."

Jenna leaned forward slightly, her golden-brown hair falling over her shoulder.

"And you're very cute when you're angry."

"JENNA!"

Brad cautiously raised his hand from behind Anita.

"Can I just say, for the record, that I'm okay?"

Anita whipped around.

"Brad!"

"What? She gave me a hug!"

"She lifted you off the floor!"

"Also true."

Brad glanced up at Jenna.

"Could you warn me next time, though?"

Jenna smiled.

"Maybe."

"That isn't reassuring."

She giggled.

Then she looked back down at Anita.

"See? Brad isn't upset."

Anita pointed at her.

"This isn't about whether Brad's upset! It's about you thinking you can do whatever you want because you're bigger now!"

Jenna's expression softened for a moment.

Then she gave Anita a playful little smile.

"Well, being bigger certainly helps."

Anita stared at her.

Jenna took one small step backward, giving her room again.

"But fine. I'll ask next time."

Brad nodded immediately.

"Okay… yeah."

Jenna looked at him.

"Can I hug you again?"

Brad glanced at Anita.

Then at Miya.

Then up at Jenna.

"...Can I finish my breakfast first?"

Jenna giggled.

"Deal."

She turned toward the cafeteria line, her bedsheet dress swaying around her long legs as she walked away barefoot.

Miya followed, still laughing.

Anita remained beside Brad's table, arms folded tightly across her chest.

Brad looked up at her.

"Thanks for trying to help."

Anita sighed.

"Someone has to keep her under control."

Brad glanced toward Jenna, who was already waving cheerfully at a group of stunned students.

“I’m going to go talk to her.”

He said getting up and walking to go after her.

"Ugh. Fine. Good luck with that."

Anita watched the enormous golden brunette disappear into the crowd.

Then Anita's voice rang across the cafeteria trying to get Brad’s attention as he followed behind the towering goddess.

"BRAD! I’m NOT saving your seat!"

She slowly lowered her head onto the table and sighed.

"That bitch. I am never eating breakfast here again."

—

Brad finally escaped the cafeteria after promising that he'd be back soon.

Hopefully.

He told himself he was looking for Jenna because he wanted to talk to her.

That was mostly true.

He also couldn't quite get the image of her enormous body out of his head.

He spotted her at the end of the corridor, just as she approached the ladies' restroom.

Her golden-brown hair fell over the shoulder of her makeshift bedsheet dress, and she had to bend deeply to duck beneath the doorway. Even then, she moved carefully, making sure her head cleared the frame before straightening inside.

Brad stopped in his tracks.

"She’s huge. How does anyone even get used to that?"

A moment later, Jenna appeared in the restroom mirror, visible from the hallway through the open doorway as she examined her reflection.

The ceiling was nine feet high. At eight-foot-nine, she had almost no clearance above her head.

Jenna raised both arms in a long, luxurious stretch.

Her fingertips brushed the ceiling.

She immediately let out a groan.

"Oh, come on!"

She lowered her arms and rolled her shoulders, looking up at the ceiling with an offended expression.

"Three inches. I have three whole inches, and somehow that's still not enough room!"

She turned toward the mirror again.

Her reflection filled it from top to bottom. The mirror's lower edge sat around the middle of her chest, making the cramped little restroom seem even smaller around her enormous frame.

Jenna studied herself for a moment, smoothing a wrinkle in the sheet wrapped around her torso.

"Well," she murmured, "at least I still fit."

She shifted sideways to inspect how the makeshift dress sat around her waist and hips, then looked back at her reflection.

"Barely."

Brad, still standing outside, felt his face warming.

He had seen Jenna towering over everyone in the cafeteria, but watching her struggle with an ordinary ceiling somehow made her size seem even more unreal.

Jenna glanced toward the doorway.

She spotted him immediately.

Her eyebrows rose.

"Brad?"

He straightened so quickly that he nearly bumped into the wall.

"Hey!"

Jenna's lips curled into a knowing smile.

"What are you doing out there?"

"Looking for you."

"Really?"

"Yes."

She folded her arms, looking thoroughly amused.

"And you just happened to enter the ladies' room?"

Brad's face turned red.

"I saw you come in! I wasn't going to just walk inside!"

Jenna stared at him for a beat.

Then she laughed.

"Good answer."

She stepped toward the doorway, ducking her head slightly beneath the frame as she leaned out to speak with him.

"You know, there's a perfectly good hallway out there."

"I noticed."

"And you could have waited for me there."

"I noticed that too."

Jenna's grin widened.

"You're awfully flustered for someone who just wanted to talk."

Brad rubbed the back of his neck.

"You're a giantess, Jenna. You could probably make anyone nervous just by standing next to them."

She considered that, then straightened as much as the ceiling allowed.

"That's true."

She gave him a playful smile.

"Especially when I do this."

She leaned slightly around the doorframe, bringing her face closer to his.

Brad promptly forgot whatever he had planned to say.

Jenna giggled.

"Oh, you're hopeless."

"You're enjoying this."

"Immensely."

She stepped back inside the restroom and glanced once more at her reflection.

Then she looked toward Brad again.

"Sorry for my silly dress. I need to go shopping and find something that’s maybe closer to my size now.”

"Good luck with that."

Brad laughed.

Jenna gave him an exaggeratedly serious nod.

"I'm going to need it."

She turned back toward the sink, still smiling at her reflection.

She was eight-foot-nine. He was six feet tall. Even standing close to him, she'd have to look down considerably, and the thought made her suddenly conscious of everything about herself: her height, her size, the way she filled a room, and how effortlessly she'd picked him up earlier. 

Then came another amused giggle.

He shook his head.

He was never going to survive this semester.

Jenna turned away from the mirror, but she didn't get very far before noticing Brad watching her.

She smiled. “You're awfully quiet.”

“I'm trying to think of something clever to say.”

“Having trouble?”

“Standing this close to you? A little.”

Jenna giggled. She was used to looking down at people now, but Brad was different. She liked having him close. She liked that he didn't seem frightened of her, even when her enormous frame made the little restroom feel even smaller.

She took a step toward him.

Brad tilted his head back to meet her eyes. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“That's usually not true when you say it like that.”

“Maybe I just wanted you to be a little closer.”

Her smile softened. She reached down and gently took his hands in hers. Her fingers practically swallowed them. Then she drew him forward, slowly enough that he could easily have stepped away.

He didn't stop her.

Jenna slipped her arms around him, folding him into a warm embrace. At his six-foot height, the difference was impossible to ignore. Her shoulders rose above him, her long golden-brown hair falling around them, while her enormous figure seemed to surround him from every direction.

Brad rested his hands against her sides.

“Comfortable?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

She hugged him a little tighter. Her generous breasts pressed against his chest, and he found himself leaning back slightly under the affectionate weight of her embrace.

“Jenna,” he murmured, smiling.

“What?”

“You're doing that thing again.”

“What thing?”

“Crushing me. Making it difficult to breathe.”

She laughed and loosened her arms just a little. “Sorry. I forget how much bigger I am now.”

“I'm not sure how you forget.”

“I'm still getting used to it.”

She looked down at him, her expression turning unexpectedly shy. For a moment, she seemed to forget all the teasing remarks she'd been making since breakfast.

Brad noticed. “What's going through that big head of yours?”

“Don't call my head big.”

“Your head is practically touching the ceiling.”

“Brad!”

He laughed, and Jenna gave him a playful squeeze before easing back enough to look at him properly.

“I've wanted a moment alone with you all morning,” she admitted.

“You could've just asked instead of making me chase after you.”

“I know.” She glanced away briefly. “I wasn't sure what I'd do once I got you alone.”

“Seems like you've figured something out.”

Her eyes returned to his. A little smile appeared.

“Maybe.”

Jenna lowered herself toward him, bending at the waist and knees so she could bring her face closer to his level. Even then, she had to lean a long way down. Her hair slipped forward over her shoulders, framing her face as she brought her lips near his.

Brad's hands settled gently against her waist.

“Is this okay?” she whispered.

He smiled. “Definitely.”

That was all the encouragement she needed.

Jenna drew him back into her arms, her enormous chest pressing warmly against him as she leaned down the rest of the way. She tilted her head, her lips meeting his in a gentle kiss.

For once, she wasn't teasing him or showing off how much taller she'd become.

She was simply happy to have him there.

When she finally pulled back, she kept her arms around him, smiling down at his flushed face.

“Well,” she whispered, “that was worth it.”

Brad laughed softly. “You know, you could've kissed me earlier.”

Jenna grinned.

“Where's the fun in that?”

Jenna glanced toward the bathroom door, then back at Brad. A mischievous smile crossed her face.

“Still in a hurry to get back to Anita?” she whispered.

Brad chuckled. “I don't think she’s going anywhere.”

She reached up and gently brushed a hand through his hair before bending down to kiss him again. Her height made her lean almost completely to his level, her long hair falling around them as she wrapped her arms around him.

Brad held her close, and Jenna smiled against his lips.

“Good,” she murmured. “Because I’m not quite finished with you yet.”

Jenna held the kiss a little longer before finally pulling away. She kept her arms around Brad, looking down at him with a smile that had become considerably more serious.

“Brad, there's something I want you to do, that you’ll promise me, before we go any further.”

“What's that?”

“Break up with Anita.”

His smile faded slightly. “Jenna…”

“No, listen.” She gently ran her fingers through his hair. “She's bad for you. You know that, don't you?”

“That's a pretty fucked up thing to say.”

“Is it?” Jenna leaned closer, her enormous frame surrounding him again. “She's always angry. Always telling you what to do. And she certainly doesn't appreciate you the way I do.”

Brad glanced down, then back up at her. “You don't exactly make things easy either.”

Jenna gave him a playful pout. “I'm being serious.”

“I know.”

She drew him closer, her generous chest pressing against him as she bent down to meet his eyes.

“If you want this so badly,” she whispered, “then stop pretending you don't.”

Brad swallowed. “You want me to leave Anita for you?”

“I want you to choose me.” Her smile returned, softer but unmistakably confident. “I want to be the one you look forward to seeing. The one who gets to hold you like this.”

She gave him another affectionate squeeze.

“And I think you like being held by me.”

Brad couldn't deny that. Jenna noticed his hesitation and smiled.

“See? You don't even have an argument.”

“Jenna, I can't just break up with someone because you asked. Let me think about it.”

Her expression briefly tightened. Then she leaned down and kissed his cheek.

“Then think about it,” she murmured. “But don't tell me you don't feel something between us.”

She loosened her embrace just enough to look directly into his eyes.

“Because I certainly do.”

Brad looked up at Jenna, then briefly glanced at the enormous figure surrounding him. Her arms were still wrapped around him, and even with her bending down, he felt impossibly small standing against her.

“Jenna, I don't know…”

Her smile faded. “What?”

“It's just… you're so much bigger now. Everything's different. I don't know if I'm ready for all this.”

Jenna stared at him.

“Brad, seriously?”

“I'm not saying I don't like you. I'm just trying to figure out what this means.”

She rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.

“Men.”

“Hey!”

“First you come looking for me, then you kiss me, and now you're suddenly worried about how tall I am now?”

“That's not exactly what I said.”

“Whatever.”

Jenna released him, turned toward the door, and reached up to open it. She placed one enormous hand against his shoulder and gave him a firm shove into the hallway.

“Jenna!”

“There. Go think about it!”

She pulled the door shut behind him.

Brad stood in the hallway, staring at it.

“Are you serious?”

Inside, Jenna folded her arms across her chest and stuck out her lower lip. She looked thoroughly offended.

“Honestly… you think you’re close to someone… and you don’t even know them at all… hmph!”

She huffed and turned back toward the mirror, but her reflection only seemed to irritate her further. Her head was practically touching the ceiling.

She glanced upward.

Three inches.

Three stupid inches.

Jenna raised one hand and pressed her palm against the ceiling.

“I'm too tall for everything now!”

She dropped her arm with an annoyed huff and crossed her arms again, her makeshift bedsheet dress shifting as she settled her weight onto one hip.

Outside, Brad shook his head.

“She's unbelievable.”

From behind the door came Jenna's muffled voice.

“I heard that!”

Brad couldn't help smiling.

—

Brad brushed his hair back as he made his way down the corridor toward the cafeteria.

He took a deep breath.

Then another.

He was still feeling flustered from what had happened in the bathroom. Jenna's kisses, the way she'd pulled him into those enormous hugs, and the things she'd said kept running through his head.

He adjusted his shirt and tried to look a little less disheveled.

“Get it together, Brad.”

He told himself as he pushed through the cafeteria doors and scanned the tables. The familiar group was still gathered around their usual spot. Anita was there, along with Holly and Kiki, while Miya's enormous figure was nowhere to be seen.

Brad started moving toward them, trying to act as though he'd simply been gone for a few minutes.

He wasn't fooling anyone.

Before he could reach the table, a heavy set of footsteps approached from behind.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Miya came striding toward him, her short black hair bouncing slightly as she moved. At 8'5", she was impossible to miss, and the students around her quickly shuffled out of her way.

She spotted Brad and stopped.

"Hey! Where's Jenna?"

Brad blinked. "Uh…"

Miya raised an eyebrow.

"Don't tell me you lost her."

"She's in the bathroom."

Miya frowned. "What?"

"She locked herself in there."

For a second, Miya just stared at him.

Then she scoffed.

"Seriously? What happened?"

Brad rubbed the back of his neck. "She's just… annoyed."

"Annoyed?" Miya repeated, looking thoroughly unimpressed. "Ugh. Whatever."

She turned and started toward the cafeteria exit.

"Wait, you're going to her?"

"Someone has to help her."

Her heavy footsteps carried her across the room, drawing a few curious looks from students as she passed. She reached the double doors and ducked beneath the frame, disappearing into the hallway.

Brad watched her go.

A moment later, he heard her approaching the restroom.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Then came a firm knock.

"Jenna?"

She ducked down and placed her ear on the door as she heard the sound of movement and slight rumbling behind the bathroom door. Rhythmic movements making what sounded like the sink move with every motion.

Miya knocked again.

"Come on. I know you're in there."

From inside came a muffled, slightly seductive response.

“I’m a little… busy right now…”

Inside the restroom, Jenna was sitting on the wide counter beside the sinks, taking up considerably more room than the little space was designed to accommodate.

At 8'9", her knees extended well beyond the cabinets beneath the counter. She'd had to shift sideways to make herself comfortable, leaving very little room for anyone else to use the sinks. Her enormous frame practically filled the space.

She let out a soft breath, letting the bed sheet fall down exposing her enormous breasts the size of ripe watermelons. She moaned gently and rubbed her upper chest with both hands, rolling her shoulders as though trying to relieve some lingering tension. Her breasts jiggled in her hands, flowing past her fingertips as she let out a soft moan caressing her big swollen nipples and stretching her body outwards. Her two massive ass cheeks swelled into the sinks and overflowed the countertop beneath her huge body.

There was a pause.

“Busy doing what?”

Miya responded again only hearing moans from behind the door.

Jenna’s fingers went into her mouth muffled for a moment as she began to slide them under a flap of her bedsheet dress, pulling it down to find her bare wet pussy, stroking and playing with her aching throbbing clit. As she began to roll her eyes back and feel good she heard Miya respond and immediately snapped back yelling her voice echoing through the bathroom.

“Just… leave me alone.”

Miya gave an amused scoff.

“Open the door, drama queen.”

Miya waited outside the door, tapping one foot impatiently.

She could hear her moaning, making her blush as she felt her own pussy get wet. Listening to her finger herself and getting close to reaching a quiet orgasm.

Then came a strange, low rumble from inside.

“Jenna?”

Her vagina gushed against her moving fingertips as she let out a moan.

“Awwwhn…”

Miya’s eyes widened.

“Jen...?”

A soft moan followed, accompanied by a faint, wet squelching sound as something shifted against the bathroom counter.

The rumbling grew louder.

Inside, Jenna's expression changed. Her eyes widened as a familiar warmth spread through her body.

“Fuck… I’m fucking cumming… awwhhn…”

Jenna whispered to herself as her clit and wet vagina spasmed against her fingertips, suddenly shaking and making the entire sink shelf rumble. Her wetness trickled down her fingers and onto her thighs and then dripped onto the sink below as her eyes rolled back for a moment, biting her lip as she slowly stopped trembling with pleasure. 

"Ohhh..."

She pressed both hands against the counter, instinctively gripping its edges as the sensation intensified.

At first, the change was subtle. A little pressure through her hips, followed by a strange stretching sensation in her thighs.

Then her legs began to lengthen.

Jenna glanced down, watching her thighs grow fuller and longer beneath the bedsheet wrapped around her body. Her knees gradually moved farther apart, pushing against the limited space between the sinks and the opposite row of bathroom stalls.

"Yeah… bigger…"

The counter creaked.

Her hips began expanding next, her backside growing broader against the countertop. The bedsheet shifted beneath her as she instinctively adjusted her position, trying to find enough room to accommodate her changing proportions.

Her already enormous frame was becoming even more substantial.

The counter seemed to shrink beneath her. Her hips extended beyond the space she'd previously occupied, spreading across the width of two sinks and leaving barely any room around her.

She gave a surprised little laugh breaking into another sultry moan.

"Ohh… yeah… more."

Her thighs continued growing, pressing outward until her knees approached the opposite stalls.

CLUNK.

One knee bumped a stall door hearing it creak loudly.

Jenna looked over.

A moment later, her other knee nudged the neighboring partition, pushing its door inward with a metallic rattle.

"Ooh! God. Getting so much bigger."

She tried shifting sideways, but there was nowhere to go.

The warmth traveled upward.

Her waist lengthened, her torso rising as her upper body began catching up with the considerable growth below. The bedsheet gradually slipped lower across her expanding frame, bunching around her hips as she tried to keep it in place.

Then her chest began to rise and expand, growing bigger and rounder, swelling against her body.

Jenna inhaled sharply as her breasts grew fuller and more prominent, lifting her upper body higher above the counter. Her shoulders broadened, stretching the sheet further as her frame became increasingly imposing.

The sinks rattled again.

She placed one hand against the tiled wall for balance.

"Oh. My God..."

Her shoulders were now noticeably wider, and her head was climbing steadily toward the ceiling.

She looked up.

There wasn't much room left.

Her neck continued lengthening, bringing her head closer and closer to the ceiling tiles. Her golden-brown hair brushed against them.

Then...

THUMP.

Her head touched the ceiling.

Jenna froze.

"You're kidding. I’m growing so much bigger."

But the growth hadn't stopped.

Her shoulders pressed closer to the ceiling, forcing her to lower her chin. Her upper body continued rising until she had to slowly bend her neck forward, bringing her face down toward her massive chest.

Her knees pushed firmly against the stall doors, forcing them farther open with another series of metallic clanks.

The counter groaned beneath her enormous weight.

Jenna looked down at herself, then toward the ceiling.

She was still getting taller.

Another inch.

Then one after another.

Her head remained tucked forward as her body continued expanding, her shoulders nearly filling the available space beneath the ceiling.

Finally, the sensation began to subside.

Jenna took a long breath.

She carefully raised her eyes, although she couldn't straighten her neck without bumping the ceiling again.

She glanced toward the bathroom door.

At 8'9", she'd already been enormous.

Now she was something else entirely.

Already nine feet tall.

And still growing taller.

By the time the last tremor passed, Jenna had reached an incredible 9'6".

She had grown to nine and a half feet tall.

Her eyes drifted as she stared at her reflection in the mirror no longer able to fit, her head still bowed beneath the ceiling.

She barely recognized how enormous she looked.

Her shoulders had broadened considerably, her upper body had grown fuller, and her enormous breasts now rested heavily against her chest. They were almost comically large, each roughly the size of a beach ball, stretching the bedsheet wrapped around her body.

Her hips had widened considerably, too. Her backside extended across the countertop, taking up far more room than before, while her thick thighs pressed against the bathroom stalls.

She shifted slightly.

CREAAAAK.

The countertop protested beneath her.

Jenna looked down, then back at her reflection.

A huge grin slowly spread across her face.

"Well..."

She looked down at the stalls she'd pushed open with her knees.

Then at the countertop beneath her.

"This is going to be a... really... BIG... problem."

Outside, Miya knocked again.

"Jenna? Come on… open the door."

Suddenly, there were several heavy bumps from inside.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

Miya stepped back as the lock clicked.

The door slowly opened.

And Jenna appeared.

Miya's eyes widened.

"Hey, shortie."

For a moment, Miya just stared up at her.

Jenna was enormous.

Her head was nearly brushing the ceiling, even with her neck bent forward. Her broad shoulders crowded the doorway, and her enormous chest made her look even more imposing. The bedsheet was stretched around her curves, struggling to accommodate her new proportions.

Her hips were considerably wider than Miya remembered, and her thick thighs nearly filled the doorway beneath her.

"Jenna?!"

Jenna grinned, ducking slightly beneath the doorway. Her golden-brown hair was a little messier than before, and she looked entirely too pleased with herself.

Miya looked her up and down.

"Wait. Weren’t you just a little taller than me before?"

Jenna giggled.

"Maybe?”

Miya stepped inside, still staring.

"Did you grow again? You look bigger!"

Jenna tried straightening as much as the ceiling allowed, but her head immediately approached the ceiling again. She had to lower her chin, looking down toward Miya.

"Did? Do I?"

"Don't give me that! You were already almost touching the ceiling, and now, you practically ARE!"

Jenna shrugged innocently.

"Okay... Maybe I grew a little."

"A little?! Jenna, what happened?"

Jenna glanced down at her, wearing the biggest, most smug smile.

"I don't know. Aren't you the scientist?"

"I guess my breast milk is more potent than we thought."

Miya blushed, glancing down at herself beneath her bedsheet before looking back up at Jenna.

For a moment, neither said anything.

"What about Brad?"

Miya looked back up at the towering blonde with a little concern.

"What about him?"

Jenna glanced toward her reflection again, shifting uncomfortably as she tried to find a position that didn't leave her shoulders pressed against the walls.

"He went looking for you and then came back with a weird smile on his face."

Jenna looked puzzled.

"Really?"

She tried shifting backward, but her enormous hips bumped against the counter.

CLUNK.

She sighed.

There simply wasn't enough room anymore.

Carefully, Jenna lowered herself onto her hands and knees. Even that was awkward with her enormous proportions. Her knees pressed against the floor, and she had to duck her head and shoulders to clear the doorway.

She slowly crawled out of the bathroom, her broad hips and backside barely clearing the sides of the opening.

Once outside, she carefully rose back to her full height.

THUMP.

Her enormous feet settled against the hallway floor.

She tried straightening her back, but her head immediately approached the ceiling. Her shoulders nearly crowded the walls, forcing her to duck again.

Jenna huffed out an annoyed breath.

"Fuck. Everything is too small now."

Miya looked up at her, still trying to take in the sheer size of her friend.

"I told you... you're gigantic."

Jenna glanced down at her.

"Good."

"Jen..."

“Come on, let's get to the lab, forget Brad.” Jenna bit her lower lip anxiously as her big nipples got hard. “He’ll have his chance again… soon enough.”

“Okay… why are we going to the lab?”

“Because Erin is there? You can teach her the formula and all the science stuff and then maybe you can shrink me a little? Not too much… just like… so I can walk normally around places. I don’t know… do science things.”

Jenna looked down at her with a smile, half forced, cutting through her anxiety as Miya rolled her eyes.

“You really want Erin of all people to know how to produce the serum?”

“What…? What’s wrong with Erin?”

Miya looked up at Jenna and sighed.

“Okay fine… let’s go talk to her. But if this goes wrong or if suddenly more girls start growing bigger it’s on you.”

“Oh… what a tragedy. Women all over the campus suddenly start to grow bigger and stronger than all the men and eventually become the dominant gender. God. That would be… amazing.”

Jenna rolls her eyes and laughs, her voice booming down the hallway. The sound echoes off the walls, much louder than she intends. She quickly glances toward the nearby classrooms, blushing as she remembers classes have already begun.

“Yeah…”

Miya says sheepishly and nervously follows Jenna as they both head toward the science building.

Getting down the hallway is proving to be a challenge.

Jenna has to keep her head lowered, shoulders hunched, and one hand occasionally pressed against the wall for balance. Her bedsheet drags behind her, brushing against the lockers as she carefully shuffles forward.

THUMP.

THUMP.

THUMP.

Each step sends a dull vibration through the floor. The lockers rattle as she passes, and a ceiling light fixture gives a faint metallic buzz.

“Careful!” Miya calls from behind her.

“I am being careful!”

Jenna reaches out to steady herself against a row of lockers. Her enormous hand lands against the metal doors with a loud CLANG.

She doesn't think much of it until she hears a horrible crunch.

CRRRRNNK.

One of the locker doors folds inward beneath her palm. The metal buckles around her fingers, leaving a deep impression in the door.

Jenna freezes.

She slowly pulls her hand away.

“Oh.”

Miya stops and stares at the ruined locker.

“Jenna!”

“What?”

“You just crushed that!”

“I barely touched it!”

“You put your entire hand through the door!”

Jenna looks down at her palm, then back at the locker. She flexes her fingers, almost surprised by how easily she'd bent the metal.

“Okay… maybe I touched it a little harder than I thought.”

“A little?”

“I'm still getting used to this!”

Miya rubs her forehead.

“Please try not to destroy the university before we even get to the lab.”

Jenna gives her an apologetic smile and continues, this time keeping her hands close to her body. Unfortunately, that leaves her with even less room to maneuver.

A few steps later, her shoulder brushes the opposite wall.

THUD.

She winces and reaches out to steady herself again.

“Ugh. This is ridiculous.”

“Just keep moving slowly.”

“I'm trying, Miya.”

They finally reach the wider corridor leading toward the science building. Jenna pauses, glancing at the higher ceiling and the open space ahead.

She straightens a little.

Her back stretches, her shoulders rise, and she lets out a relieved breath as she finally has room to stand more comfortably.

“Ugh. That is SO much better. It feels good out here.”

Jenna starts to relax a bit too much as her bedsheet loosens and slowly slides down her now gigantic naked body.

“Jenna!”

Miya shouts up at her as she blushes, wrapping herself up again.

“Sorry… it's getting hard to keep this thing on now.”

“We have to find a way to get Erin to make an antiserum. This has gone way too far.”

“Yeah… either that or… make us way bigger… I wouldn't mind growing into a real giantess.”

Jenna laughs as she adjusts her bedsheet and stretches again. Her body shudders slightly, and she pauses, feeling that familiar warmth beginning to build inside her.

Miya notices.

“Don't tell me you're growing again.”

“I don't know.” Jenna looks down at herself. “Maybe?”

“Jenna, I'm serious.”

“Relax. I'm not doing anything.”

“That's what you said last time.”

Jenna grins, but Miya doesn't return the smile.

Miya looks up at Jenna's enormous frame and imagines her at ten feet, then twenty feet, then thirty feet tall. A towering giantess, standing above the campus buildings, crushing cars and pavement beneath her enormous feet. The thought is both terrifying and strangely difficult to dismiss.

She shudders, feeling a tingle in her own body as she looks toward the science building and adjusts her own bedsheet dress before moving toward the walkway down toward it.

“Come on, let's hurry.”

“Okay, shortie.”

Jenna takes another heavy step.

THUMP.

Miya glances back at the damaged lockers.

“Maybe we should tell someone about that.”

Jenna looks over her shoulder.

“What? And tell them what? That I accidentally smashed a locker?”

“Pretty much.”

“Let's get to the chem lab first. We can worry about property damage later.”

The two towering women head toward the science building in search of a cure or another way to fix their problems.

Turns out they were much bigger than they thought.

Growth Tracker – Chapter 9

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)

Jenna – End of Chapter 5
Height: 6'6" (198 cm)
Bust: 46HH (bust 52", underbust 44")
Waist: 37"
Hips: 53"
Weight: 250 lbs (113 kg)

Jenna – End of Chapter 6
Height: 6'7" (201 cm)
Bust: 47HH (bust 53", underbust 44.5")
Waist: 37.5"
Hips: 54"
Weight: 258 lbs (117 kg)

Jenna – Early Chapter 8

 Height: 6'9" (206 cm)
Bust: 49HH (bust 55", underbust 46.5")
Waist: 39.5"
Hips: 56"
Weight: 278 lbs (126 kg)

Jenna – End of Chapter 8
Height: 8'9" (267 cm)
Bust: N-cup (bust 88", underbust 57")
Waist: 58"
Hips: 96"
Weight: 680 lbs (308 kg)

Jenna – End of Chapter 9
Height: 9'6" (290 cm)
Bust: Q-cup (bust 95.5", underbust 62")
Waist: 63"
Hips: 104"
Weight: 870 lbs (395 kg) 

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

Miya - End of Chapter 5
Height: 5'11" (180 cm)
Bust: 38DD-cup (bust 39", underbust 34")
Waist: 28"
Hips: 41"
Weight: 115 lbs (52 kg)

Miya - End of Chapter 6
Height: 7'4" (224 cm)
Bust: 54L-cup (bust 70", underbust 48")
Waist: 44"
Hips: 64"
Weight: 370 lbs (168 kg) 

Miya – Middle of Chapter 8
Height: 7'11" (241 cm)
Bust: M-cup (bust 82", underbust 52")
Waist: 52"
Hips: 82"
Weight: 510 lbs (231 kg)

Miya – End of Chapter 8
Height: 8'5" (257 cm)
Bust: M-cup (bust 84", underbust 54")
Waist: 56"
Hips: 88"
Weight: 575 lbs (261 kg)

Janice
Height: 5'9" (175 cm)
Bust: 38D (bust 42", underbust 38")
Waist: 30"
Hips: 40"
Weight: 150 lbs (68 kg)

Janice – End of Chapter 7
Height: 6'9" (206 cm)
Bust: 50L (bust 66", underbust 44")
Waist: 40"
Hips: 60"
Weight: 325 lbs (147 kg)

Janice – End of Chapter 8
Height: 7'6" (229 cm)
Bust: M-cup (bust 78", underbust 50")
Waist: 49"
Hips: 78"
Weight: 465 lbs (211 kg)

Anita
Height: 5'9" (175 cm)
Bust: 38DD (bust 40", underbust 36")
Waist: 27"
Hips: 40"
Weight: 150 lbs (68 kg)

Anita - End of Chapter 4
Height: 6'6" (198 cm)
Bust: 48J (bust 52", underbust 46")
Waist: 40"
Hips: 52"
Weight: 240 lbs (109 kg)

Anita - End of Chapter 6
Height: 6'11" (211 cm)
Bust: 52K (bust 58", underbust 48")
Waist: 43"
Hips: 58"
Weight: 315 lbs (143 kg)

Anita - End of Chapter 9
Height: 7'6" (229 cm)
Bust: 58K (bust 64", underbust 52")
Waist: 48"
Hips: 68"
Weight: 405 lbs (184 kg) 

Kiki
Height: 5'11" (180 cm)
Bust: 36D (bust 38", underbust 34")
Waist: 27"
Hips: 42"
Weight: 165 lbs (75 kg)

Kiki - End of Chapter 4
Height: 6'9" (206 cm)
Bust: 44H (bust 49", underbust 42")
Waist: 34"
Hips: 50"
Weight: 225 lbs (102 kg)

Kiki – End of Chapter 9
Height: 7'2" (218 cm)
Bust: 50H (bust 55", underbust 47")
Waist: 39"
Hips: 59"
Weight: 295 lbs (134 kg) 

Holly
Height: 5'4" (162 cm)
Bust: 40DDD (bust 42", underbust 36")
Waist: 26"
Hips: 42"
Weight: 135 lbs (61 kg)

Holly - End of Chapter 4
Height: 6'3" (190 cm)
Bust: 50K (bust 54", underbust 46")
Waist: 35"
Hips: 53"
Weight: 250 lbs (113 kg)

Holly – End of Chapter 9
Height: 6'9" (206 cm)
Bust: 56K (bust 60", underbust 50")
Waist: 40"
Hips: 61"
Weight: 325 lbs (147 kg)