How fitting that my 3,000th post on this forum would be a piece of (1) my first GTS story, (2) my longest story so far, (3) my first F/m sex scene, and (4) the first story I've been paid to keep writing.
It works.
That reminds me, if anyone else would like to donate to help your friendly neighborhood Writer-Man (TM), I'd happily accept. Not that I'm going to hold the rest of this story hostage or anything, just putting it out there. I'm doing this because I enjoy it, but I wouldn't complain about making a little something off of it.
Thanks, everyone, for your continued feedback and enjoyment of my tale. Here's the next part of Wednesday. Everybody ready to see Carla have some fun? XD
"Wednesday" will conclude next week. There's gonna be some big stuff happening Thursday. And I don't just mean the giantesses.
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It seemed to her that someone else was in control of her body for what transpired next; she felt like a passenger, merely observing what was happening as she slipped gently away from Will and stepped off of the bed, then carefully crept toward the bedroom door. She watched herself tread softly down the hall, then down the stairs, through the ground floor, and to the kitchen. Her hands opened the refrigerator door and shuffled through the contents of the middle shelf until they reached all the way to the back of the fridge and grasped the sample canister.
The sealed plastic container felt cooler than it should, even straight from the fridge. She held it up, looking at the clear water contained within by the light spilling out of the appliance. Nodding to herself, she gripped the plastic tightly, shut the refrigerator door, and returned upstairs to the bedroom. When she got there, she opened the closet and stood in front of the full-length mirror for a long time, staring at her skinny, underwhelming, short body, with occasional longing glances at the water sample. She pictured what it would be like to see Big Carla looking back at her (“instead of
this,” said a voice in her head) and smiled, imagining having those curves and that height.
Finally, she turned from the mirror and, still holding the canister, approached the bed. She stood over Will, letting her eyes roam over his tall, fit figure, partially covered by the sheets. She reached down with her free hand and shook his shoulder. "Will." He barely stirred. "Will," she repeated. He groaned softly and started to roll over. "Will! Wake up!" she said, shaking him harder.
Finally, he opened his eyes and sat up with a moan. "Carla? What's wrong?" he said sleepily.
"Nothing's wrong, honey," she said, smiling at him. "I just wanted to show you something."
"Huh? What time is it?" he grumbled, looking at the bedside clock. "Ugh. 2:30. It couldn't wait until tomorrow?"
"No, baby," she said with a grin. "I need you. I need you now."
He blinked his eyes and sat up straighter, instantly wide awake. "Well that I don't mind getting woken up for," he replied, smiling at her. He started to rise from the bed, but she stopped him with a hand on his chest.
"Just one thing I need to do first, hon," she said, grinning even wider. "And I wanted you to see it." So saying, she opened the top of the canister and, looking him straight in the eyes, put it to her lips, tipped it up, and drank the entire sample.
"You wanted me to watch you drink a cup of water?" he said flatly. A moment later, he seemed to recognize the object in her hand. "Holy shit, that looks like a specimen container. You didn't--"
"I sure did," she replied, cutting him off. "So get ready to say goodbye to your petite, flat-chested little girlfriend, and say hello to your Amazonian supermodel girlfriend."
“I seem to recall my petite girlfriend complaining that that stuff could be toxic,” he said, raising an eyebrow.
“Shh.” She grinned mischievously. “Just enjoy the show...mmm, I think it's about to start...” She closed her eyes and moaned softly. “Aaah...it's making me tingle all over...”
Will watched her for any signs of change, and it didn't take long to spot something obvious: Carla's nipples were hard. She didn't usually sleep in a bra, and the thin camisole she had worn to bed did nothing to disguise the two rock-hard points standing out on her chest. He watched with a big grin on his face as she brought her hands up to her chest and pinched her two stiff nips, a moan escaping her lips as she touched herself. Will was enjoying the show, but he soon realized something else was different. Her hands were moving outward from her chest, as if they were being pushed...and a second later he realized they were, as her breasts were growing.
Her B-cups, while perky and lovely, didn't do much for filling out a top, but his eyes bulged as he saw the twin mounds swelling beneath the camisole, a deep valley of cleavage growing within the stretching top. Her hands continued to roll her nipples, but soon she started caressing her inflating orbs. She opened her eyes and looked at him with a combination of shock and joy. “It's really working!” she cried. “Oh my god, these feel so good! Check it out!” she said, leaning in closer, grabbing one of his hands, and putting it on her blossoming chest before he could react, not that he would have attempted to stop her.
“Yes, they do,” he replied, his grin growing wider. It was a strange but incredible sensation, feeling her tits plumping up beneath his hand. He estimated she had to be up to a D-cup already and showing no signs of slowing down, yet they still felt firm enough not to sag. The fabric of the camisole was starting to stretch over her boobs, as well as the bottom of it starting to rise, slowly revealing her midriff. Experimentally, he tweaked her nipple, eliciting a gasp from her.
“Ohhh fuck they're so sensitive...” she said, grabbing his other hand and attaching it to her opposite breast, then wrapping her own hands around his (as if he needed any encouragement). He could feel the skin of her hands rubbing against him, as if they were gradually growing bigger around his own—which they were. Fascinated, he pushed her gently back and stood up, comparing himself to her height. While she was still shorter than him, it was obvious she'd gotten taller—the top of her head was even with his chin. As he watched, she continued to slowly inch taller. There were several ripping noises from her light cotton pajama pants; he glanced down to see the extremely tight cuffs were halfway up her shins and climbing, while the waistband was creeping down her hips.
And what hips! She was curvier down below than she'd been, rounded hips meeting her slowly-swelling ass in the back and straining the pants, their seams starting to pop. He slipped one hand away from her enlarging breast and put it around behind her, cupping one growing butt cheek in his hand and squeezing. This produced another pleasurable sound from her, and she put her still-growing hand on top of his own and flexed her fingers, telling him wordlessly to do it again. He did, amazed at feeling her ass get curvier in his hand.
She purred sexily. “Mmm...that feels really good, lover. I never had anything back there to squeeze before.” She took the hand that was still on her blossoming boobs and pulled it down to grab her ass as well, then put her own arms around him and hugged with a strength much greater than she'd had before.
Carla's ascension continued as she kept her arms wrapped around Will. She giggled as her eyes rose past his lips...then his nose...then met his own eyes. She kissed him while their mouths were level and could feel him having to tilt his head back slightly as she grew taller than him.
Oh my god, taller than him... She was already aroused from the sensations of growing and his hands roaming her new assets, but the thought of being so tall caused a new wave to wash over her. She could feel her juices soaking through the crotch of her panties and wetting the pajama pants, their tightening fabric putting a delicious pressure on her womanhood.
I need to get his cock in me and take this new body for a spin...
“Sit back down, Will. I wouldn't want to hurt you now that I'm so much bigger...” So saying, she shoved him back against the bed and pushed him down to a seated position, taking a moment to pose in front of him. She turned slightly to the side to show off her luscious butt and hips in the too-tight pajamas, bending her back slightly to thrust out her new tits.
Will couldn't believe his eyes as he watched his girlfriend turn into a larger-than-life bombshell right in front of him. He leaned back to take in the sight of her: her long, long legs encased in pants that looked like a sausage skin and only reached her knees; her curvaceous ass and hips popping seams and tearing holes in the fabric up higher, the waist of the pajamas low enough to show the top of her panties; several inches of toned, flat stomach showing above that; a thinly-stretched white camisole that was completely inadequate to cover the titanic tits (easily EE, if not bigger) that threatened to overwhelm it, their stiff nipples clearly outlined—in fact, he could see the twin points were actually poking holes in the top; and above that, Carla's face, which was still mostly the one he recognized, although her lips were fuller, her eyes were brighter, and her hair was much longer, spilling in shimmering waves down her shoulders. The expression on that face was incredibly lustful; it was a come-hither stare that would have worked on a monk. Behind her, he realized the wall appeared to be slowly crawling downward...then he quickly realized that she was still growing.