[make_her_grow]

ok. Finally. FINALLY, the growth. So the madness begins...

As always, all comments outside of flaming are welcome.

“Day 10 – Wednesday”

I can’t believe this is actually happening to me. Greg thought as he made the ever so short drive to Kirsten’s apartment complex, which was right next door to his. I’m actually dating my best friend. The last part of the week had been a VERY swift blur, thanks to his newfound feelings for the girl who had been part of his whole life.

First Friday. That night was the best he had ever had, and he’d been with a couple of girls before her. But they had NEVER gone this far before. Sure, there was some oral here and there, but never the full force of sex. Then on Sunday, she decides that they should be official. It was the phone call that he was waiting for, almost obsessively. Needless to say the cell didn’t stray to far from his hands or pockets. He made her repeat herself two and three times to make sure he didn’t imagine her saying: “let’s be a couple”.

Now, on a beautiful Wednesday night, he was about to pick her up. Greg was just getting his mind wrapped around it when she walked out of her building. His draw almost dropped. Standing at 5’9, she was the most dazzling he had ever seen her look. She wore the most excellent sparkling green dress, which matched her equally impressive green eyes perfectly. Her read hair hung heavenly over her shoulders, and she wore the most pleasant, beautiful smile.

He knew most men would detract points from her for her beak shaped nose, but that didn’t matter to Greg. Sitting there, Greg started to feel a little under dressed. He had the best kaki dress pants he could find and a nice button down red dress shirt. He finally decided to act and climbed out of his car as quickly as he could.

“Hi!” She said, beaming at him.

“Hi to you too.” He grinned. “You look gorgeous by the way. Ready?”

“Sure am.” She replied. They hugged and kissed. “And you look good to, stud.” It felt amazing to him. Then, holding hands, the headed for his car. Then she paused for a moment. Looking to see why, Greg saw that she looked a bit dazed and woozy.

“You ok?”

She blinked and regained her composer, allowing her eyes to refocus. “Ye-yeah.” She stammered. Then she smiled. “Just got dizzy. Probably from the excitement.” Her mind drifted ever so subtly to her dreams, but she dismissed them as quickly as she could. She was going to get past this. Thankfully, her dreams had subsided ever since she had sex with Greg. While her craving strikes still happened, it happened a lot less. She had hoped that what ever was happening to her was over. “Ready?” She asked.

“Hell, yes, I’m starved.” He laughed.

The drive to their destination, a nice place by the name of Roger’s Cove, went by in a hurry. As the place specialized in seafood, their conversations started with what they were most likely going to order. Then before he knew it they had started talking about their life’s ambitions, what they wanted out of life and were they would be in five years. They had just finished talking about Greg’s computer shop (he started it from the ground up) when he pulled into their parking lot.

As the climbed out Greg saw her lean over the top. Her breathing was a bit shallow and she was holding on to the top rim, tight.

“You sure you’re ok, hun?”

She forced herself back up and took a deep breath. “Yes. Yes I’m fine. Shall we?”

One of the reasons he loved this place was the scenery. The restaurant overlooked a nice little lake that glimmered nicely in the sun as it was setting. He admired it briefly before he grabbed her hand and they met at the waiter at the door. With a friendly smile, he sat the pair at a window-seated booth.

It wasn’t long before they were both pouring over the menu. Greg ended up going with the Shrimp Scampi. But Kirsten…

“I’ll take two, no three lobster tails.”

“Three?” The waiter said taken aback. She nodded and reluctantly he complied.

Greg looked surprised over at his new girlfriend. He had never known HER to eat like this. But fear of their first date ending badly made him hold his tongue. He was just glad he brought his checkbook.

“Uhg. What’s that smell.” She wrinkled her nose. “It smells like dead fish.”

“This is the time of year when some of the fish in the lake lay eggs and die.” The waiter replied as he left with their respective orders. “You can smell that from here?”

She nodded as he left, shaking his own head in disbelief.

“You sure you’re ok?” Greg asked again. “First your dizzy spells, now you have a super nose?”

“I’m FINE.” She said, now clearly frustrated. “Please don’t fuss.”

He nodded and fell silent. The awkward silence held for a half our, until thankfully, their meal arrived. He knew she was mad now, but he couldn’t help it. Something’s not right.

His suspicions grew as she devoured the tails’ meet in less than ten minutes. Barely through his own meal, she asked if he was going to finish and he pushed his dish to her. “By all means.” He said in disbelief as she quickly devoured it as well.

When she finished, she looked up and smiled. “Man that was good. How was yours?”

“That WAS mine, hun.” He said.

“Oh.” She said. Now she looked uncomfortable. REALLY uncomfortable. To Greg it looked like she was having problems with her shoes as her feet were fidgeting beneath their table. He yelped as he got kicked in the shin.

“I’m so sorry.” She apologized. “But it’s my dress shoes, suddenly they feel too tight. Ouch!” She looked down and saw what was causing the pain. The top of her foot was pushing INTO the shoe’s rim. “What the hell?”

She didn’t have long to wonder much else. Suddenly she was struggling with her bra. Normally an awesome, perfect size D, Greg could’ve sworn they looked bigger. She didn’t seem to notice as she was still looking at him, confused about her shoes as she blindly adjusted her top.

Then she smiled. “Mmm, something smells good.” Then Greg’s chair nearly tipped backwards as he saw what was happening. Her nose was ACTUALLY growing. Not Pinocchio style, mind you. It almost looked like a balloon inflating, except its shape wasn’t changing.

“Um, Kirsten…” He started.

“What?” She said loudly. Then she heard snapping and tearing. Looking down, she saw her feet starting to poke through her shoes. “What?” She asked again, now scared. Then she heard tearing. She looked over her to see were it was coming from. It was the shoulder seems of her dress. They had come apart, and both of her shoulders were now starting to come through. “Oh my god, no.” She pleaded. “No, no, no, no!”

She looked up back at her boyfriend and held her hand back up to her face in shock. She screamed as she realized her hand touched her nose WAY sooner than it should have. And people were starting to notice. Meals had stopped being eaten and chatter ceased. Everyone thought they were fighting. “This can’t be happening to me!” she pleaded. “Ow!” She extended her arm and looked at her hand. Open mouthed, she stared in disbelief as the ring and bracelet given to her by her foster mother popped off.

A HUGE dizzy spell hit her. It forced her to double over and grab the table. Her breathing became shallow. Voices from the rest of the diners sounded like a distant echo. Now people were pointing in curiosity and fear, not knowing if she had just been poisoned. Greg was saying something to her but his voice was distant as well. Then she noticed something. Something that snapped her back to reality. It wasn’t the increased tearing sounds heard from her dress, it was the fact that the table seemed to be getting smaller. She looked up in alarm at Greg, her eyes wide with fright.

A woman screamed. She had thought the woman in the green dress was standing up because she was rising. But she wasn’t. She was growing. And fast.

Her eyes fixed on Greg, she gasped out. “What’s happening to me?”

She looked down as she heard leather ripping. The sides of her feet, normally a size nine, were now showing. She was now barefoot. Kicking what remained of her dress shoes aside, she heard a creaking sound. I’m crushing the chair. She thought. She wanted to stand up but she was petrified. She didn’t want to know what she was going to look like, or worse, what would Greg think. But soon she had no choice. It was growing ever more uncomfortable in her side of the booth and her growth would force her out one way or another.

Reluctantly, she forced herself up. As she did so her dress tore apart. She had no idea how tall she was now, but it had to be close to 8 feet. Her head was going to brush the ceiling soon.

“Help me!” She cried at Greg.

He was lost for words. He just sat there, open mouthed. He watched as his girlfriend rose higher, and higher. Finally he forced himself to move as her new height forced her to bend over. Her now growth had knocked over the table forcefully.

Naturally, people panicked. Most had no idea what was going on but they followed everyone else who was clearing the area. All except Greg. In his attempt to scramble, he stumbled and fell back ward. Dazed, he looked up at her ever growing figure. Her ever enlarging face caught up with her nose so it looked normal, but she was still growing bigger. As she finally knelt over him, she looked like she was about to cry.

“I’m so, very, very sorry for this.” As much as she wanted to stop, her body wouldn’t cooperate. Now she was completely on her hands and knees, and STILL growing. Her bra and panties had given out long ago. Adding humiliation to her long list of emotions, she suddenly thought of something. If I’m going to keep growing, Greg will get crushed! She shuddered at the though. Then she had an idea. Since she was going to destroy the place anyways it seemed, she figured she might as well save her boyfriend in the process. Knocking everything away she could, from tables and chairs to registers, she looked for him. There. In between her now ginormous legs. He almost looked unconscious, but alive. With her head pushing up against the ceiling she cupped her hands and gently as she could, she scooped him up.

I’ve got to get out of here. She panicked. As she closed both hands around him she tried to stand. Her head was causing the ceiling to crack already, so maybe with a little force…

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From outside, the now former diners watched in awe, admiration, fear, and panic. From the windows they looked inside as they saw this human being fill up an entire eating establishment. Then from their viewpoint all the could see what her naked ass as it pushed up against windows. Women covered their children’s eyes as husbands and single men alike stood open mouthed in desire. Then, they saw it. Slowly but surely, she started to rise. They knew it was only a matter of time before…

BOOM! A cloud of dust burst as they saw her head pop out of the top of the diner. They thought she was standing up already, but several of the crowd gasped when they ACTUALLY stand up and look even taller than before.

Then, finally, her rise stopped. Then she just stood there. Her hand clearly folded around something, or someone. She just stood there. Her full naked majesty, her face full of panic, fear, and humiliation. And no one knew what she was going to do next.