Gwen's Growth (Paid Post #4) (Patreon)

You had been following Gwen around forever, trying to dissuade her from doing what she was thinking. But when her mind was made up, it was made up.

“If Dakota can get affected by that stuff, then so can I!”

Gwen's plan was simple. Go through a transformation much like Dakota had, and then, maybe, she'd be able to tackle anything Chris had thrown at her and finally win this stupid show.

“I think it was around here.” Gwen had found the barrels of toxic waste near the beach. All she had to do was put her hand on one of them.

It was amazing how fast it worked, maybe it was because she had placed herself in the center of a bunch of them.

You watched her let the ionic energy of the waste flow into her.

“Woah!” she gasped. “This feels, funny!”

You watched as she stretched her arms out and your jaw dropped when they began to swell. Her muscles pulsed as they plumped bigger.

“No, not funny, good!”

Her legs stretched up and her skirt hiked as her quads pulsed bigger. You stared in amazement as her body squeezed into her clothes. It wasn't long before she was gripping at them.

“So tight, Too tight!”

She yelped out as the restraints in her leather corset started to pop. Ripping at her skirt, her bulging thighs ripping at her booty shorts.

She ripped at her cotton top and that's when you noticed her forearms bulging into her arm bands. Her perfect breasts pushing out into the air.

She was twice as tall as you now, staring down at you as you were doing your best not to dive between her thighs, “That made me feel a certain way, and I need you to take care of that for me.” She bent over and plucked you off the ground, over her should back to one of the cabins so you two could form the most intimate of alliances.

(This art was sketched by the talented AmatuerUnleaded, you can follow them HERE or HERE)