"Growing up Together" - Story (tags inside) Part 7 added 5/25!

make_her_grow · 05-08-2014

And so, the changes begin. Here, we witness some mental changes as she struggles to control new urges and feeling. Growth should FINALLY start happening with in the next two parts.

“Day 1 - Monday”

They spent what seemed like hours with the police the night before. The two friends had to recount what happened from the beginning. Then, they had to describe their attackers to the best of their ability with a sketch artist. It didn’t turn out to be much help with their faces as their muggers wore masks, but their physical attributes matched their previous accounts from other eyewitnesses to the thefts. And thanks to Jone’s capture, they can now establish a pattern of crimes to at least one face, possibly all of them.

Finally, four hours later, nearly five hours, they were allowed to go home. Saddened and yet relieved, Greg and Kirsten were allowed to go home. They spent about a half hour gathering up all of their camping gear from their guest lodge in silence. The drive home was spent in equal silence, trapped with-in their own thoughts. Greg was pretty much on autopilot as he drove his red Jeep back into town.

He wanted to tell her how he felt, both about the attack and the kiss, but he didn’t know what to say. Then there was the mystery of the VERY orangey goo she took a bath in earlier. He had no idea what to make of it or how it would affect her. He didn’t have time to think of it until now that things settled down again but that stuff could make her sick, or worse. The E.M.T’s at the Park suggested a hospital trip but she refused. She had always HATED those. While reluctant, they had no choice but to respect her wishes. He wanted to talk to her about it. But what to say?

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The ride hom for Kirsten seemed like an eternity. But half the time she didn’t pay attention to what was going on outside. She was still trying to figure out and come to terms with what happened. One minute they were enjoying a beautiful evening, ready to celebrate her birthday in a week long celebration camping trip. Then the next, they were ambushed. And her world became a vision of orange. Not just one shade, mind you, but several shades of Orange. She had never seen a substance like it in her life. But not only was she drowning in it, something was PULLING her down along the way. She had never been so scared in her life.

She really thought she was going to die. Then the miracle. Greg, her best friend, pulled her out. She had no idea she meant so much to him until that moment. Sure, he saved her life, and she knew for a fact after knowing him for so long he would for anyone else but she saw his face. He really was terrified of losing her, almost like…no. She looked up at him for a moment. Could this boy, no, this man, LOVE me? She frowned. They had always cared for each other, but in a different way. But she had to admit, there was, well, SOMETHING there when they kissed after. She just didn’t have time to explain it yet.

Then she felt it. A sudden rush was the best way she could describe it. An intense, sudden feeling of affection for him. She turned away as her cheeks blushed. Luckily he didn’t seem to notice as he was on autopilot. What was THAT? She wondered. Am I falling for him?

She had to admit that today he displayed something she never thought she’d say from him: physical strength and courage. He had always been mentally strong as a computer genius, sure, and maybe a BIT overweight, but-

She turned away again. She had caught herself staring at him once more, but she was looking south of his face.

Weird, why am I thinking about him like this now? Is it shock? She HAD heard of cases were people had fallen in love with others after acts of extreme heroism, only to find it was only because of intense emotion caused by the incident and said love to fade quickly after. But something was different about this.

Suddenly, the Jeep slowed. Startled, she looked outside and saw they had arrived at her apartment complex, which was right next to Greg’s own.

He smiled guiltily at her. “Sorry this trip turned out to be a bust.”

He’s so cute when he’s apologetic…She broke out of her trance and smiled back. “No worries, hun.” She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. “It’s nearly 2 in the morning, so I’m checking in. Can we unpack tomorrow?”

“Absolutely!” he said delightedly.

“Night.” She called cheerfully.

He waved as she parted, still mesmerized by yet a SECOND kiss in one day.

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Sleep was VERY strange for her that night. Firstly, she collapsed on her bed and passed right out while still wearing her clothes. Then the intense dream.

She and Greg were together, playing on his PS3 and hanging out like any other day. Then with out warning, she pounced! Forcing him on his back and strattling his man hood to get it hard as quickly as she could, she rubbed her pussy against him equally as fast and ripped of their clothes. As he protested, shouting all the while that they weren’t meant to be, she continued her rape. She didn’t care about his feelings, only wanting to satisfy her own lust. Her heart pounded faster. And somehow stronger. The more she fucked him, the more energy she seemed to build. Then the strangeness began. The room around and Greg with it began to shrink! She couldn’t believe what was happening until it hit her: She was growing!

Yet she still continued to ride him. Her ass, beautifully shaped though it already was, started to cover him up with her pussy and legs. She continued to fill more and more of the room and the thought of it turned her on, big time. As she rode him she heard bones breaking and crunching as Greg’s body gave out to her weight. She threw her face up in delight in the air and then nose first, she crashed through the ceiling, her ectstacy over powering any sense of reason.

Then the pain. As she looked down and saw her former apartment disappear under her knees, her body arched in agony. Her spine sprouted horns all the way down in one at a time. Gasping in orgasmic pain the whole time, she saw her hands grow VERY long and sharp claws ever so slowly. An orgasmic smile revealed her teeth slowly sharpening and growing. Her nose, normally beak shaped and only SLIGHTLY larger than average, started growing out into a horn of some kind.

Feeling another round of orgasms coming, she lowered her clawed hand, and as the orgasm peeked-

She woke up. Her alarm was beeping in the most annoying way possible. Reluctantly she slammed the off button and slowly crawled out bed. She headed into the bathroom and checked herself in her full body mirror. Normal. Good. She decided. She only remembered bits of the dream now but it was nothing her fully conscience mind wanted. Your better than that, girl. She told her own reflection. You are NOT a B movie monster.

She was normal, except…she looked down. Her pants were soaked. Oh god, I really orgasmed? She was disgusted with herself. Of all the things to get horny over…then she rushed to her bed. She felt her way through her blankets until- Bed is soaked, too. God, what’s happening to me? I’ve never been this ad with it before! She must’ve orgasmed like there was no tomorrow. Most of the bed was still drenched.

She was even more started when she saw her alarm clock. 1:45 p.m?! God I slept almost TWELVE hours!
Thank god she was on vacation still, or she would have to fire herself from her own antique shop for being late. Then there’s Greg.

Mmmm…Greg. She thought to herself. She caught herself just in time as her hand was reaching for her pussy. No! Get a hold of yourself! Oh god please don’t let him call today…

Then the phone rang.

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Greg had no idea what to make of it. As the following day passed, it went by uneventful enough. He unpacked his camping gear easily enough, but soon noon had come and gone. Still no word from Kirsten. He didn’t know if she was possibly sick from her dip in…what ever it was or if she was plain ignoring him until she came to terms with what happened in her own time and way.

He sighed. Two more hours. He’d give her two more hours, then he’d call. To pass the time he decided to get on his PS3. As a gamer, gaming on his PS3 OR his computer was a favorite pass time of his. After getting lost in a Final Fantasy game for a while, he was startled when he looked at the clock. Shit, 145 all ready? That was long enough.

He grabbed his smart phone and clicked on her picture. As it rang for a fourth time, he was prepared to talk to the machine. Then…

“Mmmm hey, er I mean hey Greg! What you up to?”

Well, at least she’s chipper…

“Nothing much,” he answered. “Just wondering when you wanted to come grab your stuff?” He blinked for a moment as he heard what he could’ve SWORN was a soft moan as he said ‘grab your stuff’, then he heard her chiding herself and regaining composer.

“Actually, can I do that tomorrow? I just need some time to deal with this and I don’t want to hurt you in anyway.”

“Um, ok.” Hurt me? How?

“I gotta finish washing my bed sheets and bed, can I call you later?”

“Um, sure hon.” Bed sheets? She told me she cleaned those the day before we went camping… “Yeah. Talk to you later.”

“Bye.” Click! She hung up first.

He shook his head. I hope you know what you’re doing.

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That was close. Kirsten thought. Gotta be more careful around…“Mmm…” Then she gasped in horror as she caught her own hand in her pussy, AGAIN. What am I going to do?

05-08-2014	#13
make_her_grow Frequent Poster Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: New York Posts: 252	Re: "Growing up Together" - Story (tags inside) Part 3 added 5/6! And so, the changes begin. Here, we witness some mental changes as she struggles to control new urges and feeling. Growth should FINALLY start happening with in the next two parts. “Day 1 - Monday” They spent what seemed like hours with the police the night before. The two friends had to recount what happened from the beginning. Then, they had to describe their attackers to the best of their ability with a sketch artist. It didn’t turn out to be much help with their faces as their muggers wore masks, but their physical attributes matched their previous accounts from other eyewitnesses to the thefts. And thanks to Jone’s capture, they can now establish a pattern of crimes to at least one face, possibly all of them. Finally, four hours later, nearly five hours, they were allowed to go home. Saddened and yet relieved, Greg and Kirsten were allowed to go home. They spent about a half hour gathering up all of their camping gear from their guest lodge in silence. The drive home was spent in equal silence, trapped with-in their own thoughts. Greg was pretty much on autopilot as he drove his red Jeep back into town. He wanted to tell her how he felt, both about the attack and the kiss, but he didn’t know what to say. Then there was the mystery of the VERY orangey goo she took a bath in earlier. He had no idea what to make of it or how it would affect her. He didn’t have time to think of it until now that things settled down again but that stuff could make her sick, or worse. The E.M.T’s at the Park suggested a hospital trip but she refused. She had always HATED those. While reluctant, they had no choice but to respect her wishes. He wanted to talk to her about it. But what to say? ----- The ride hom for Kirsten seemed like an eternity. But half the time she didn’t pay attention to what was going on outside. She was still trying to figure out and come to terms with what happened. One minute they were enjoying a beautiful evening, ready to celebrate her birthday in a week long celebration camping trip. Then the next, they were ambushed. And her world became a vision of orange. Not just one shade, mind you, but several shades of Orange. She had never seen a substance like it in her life. But not only was she drowning in it, something was PULLING her down along the way. She had never been so scared in her life. She really thought she was going to die. Then the miracle. Greg, her best friend, pulled her out. She had no idea she meant so much to him until that moment. Sure, he saved her life, and she knew for a fact after knowing him for so long he would for anyone else but she saw his face. He really was terrified of losing her, almost like…no. She looked up at him for a moment. Could this boy, no, this man, LOVE me? She frowned. They had always cared for each other, but in a different way. But she had to admit, there was, well, SOMETHING there when they kissed after. She just didn’t have time to explain it yet. Then she felt it. A sudden rush was the best way she could describe it. An intense, sudden feeling of affection for him. She turned away as her cheeks blushed. Luckily he didn’t seem to notice as he was on autopilot. What was THAT? She wondered. Am I falling for him? She had to admit that today he displayed something she never thought she’d say from him: physical strength and courage. He had always been mentally strong as a computer genius, sure, and maybe a BIT overweight, but- She turned away again. She had caught herself staring at him once more, but she was looking south of his face. Weird, why am I thinking about him like this now? Is it shock? She HAD heard of cases were people had fallen in love with others after acts of extreme heroism, only to find it was only because of intense emotion caused by the incident and said love to fade quickly after. But something was different about this. Suddenly, the Jeep slowed. Startled, she looked outside and saw they had arrived at her apartment complex, which was right next to Greg’s own. He smiled guiltily at her. “Sorry this trip turned out to be a bust.” He’s so cute when he’s apologetic…She broke out of her trance and smiled back. “No worries, hun.” She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. “It’s nearly 2 in the morning, so I’m checking in. Can we unpack tomorrow?” “Absolutely!” he said delightedly. “Night.” She called cheerfully. He waved as she parted, still mesmerized by yet a SECOND kiss in one day. ----- Sleep was VERY strange for her that night. Firstly, she collapsed on her bed and passed right out while still wearing her clothes. Then the intense dream. She and Greg were together, playing on his PS3 and hanging out like any other day. Then with out warning, she pounced! Forcing him on his back and strattling his man hood to get it hard as quickly as she could, she rubbed her pussy against him equally as fast and ripped of their clothes. As he protested, shouting all the while that they weren’t meant to be, she continued her rape. She didn’t care about his feelings, only wanting to satisfy her own lust. Her heart pounded faster. And somehow stronger. The more she fucked him, the more energy she seemed to build. Then the strangeness began. The room around and Greg with it began to shrink! She couldn’t believe what was happening until it hit her: She was growing! Yet she still continued to ride him. Her ass, beautifully shaped though it already was, started to cover him up with her pussy and legs. She continued to fill more and more of the room and the thought of it turned her on, big time. As she rode him she heard bones breaking and crunching as Greg’s body gave out to her weight. She threw her face up in delight in the air and then nose first, she crashed through the ceiling, her ectstacy over powering any sense of reason. Then the pain. As she looked down and saw her former apartment disappear under her knees, her body arched in agony. Her spine sprouted horns all the way down in one at a time. Gasping in orgasmic pain the whole time, she saw her hands grow VERY long and sharp claws ever so slowly. An orgasmic smile revealed her teeth slowly sharpening and growing. Her nose, normally beak shaped and only SLIGHTLY larger than average, started growing out into a horn of some kind. Feeling another round of orgasms coming, she lowered her clawed hand, and as the orgasm peeked- She woke up. Her alarm was beeping in the most annoying way possible. Reluctantly she slammed the off button and slowly crawled out bed. She headed into the bathroom and checked herself in her full body mirror. Normal. Good. She decided. She only remembered bits of the dream now but it was nothing her fully conscience mind wanted. Your better than that, girl. She told her own reflection. You are NOT a B movie monster. She was normal, except…she looked down. Her pants were soaked. Oh god, I really orgasmed? She was disgusted with herself. Of all the things to get horny over…then she rushed to her bed. She felt her way through her blankets until- Bed is soaked, too. God, what’s happening to me? I’ve never been this ad with it before! She must’ve orgasmed like there was no tomorrow. Most of the bed was still drenched. She was even more started when she saw her alarm clock. 1:45 p.m?! God I slept almost TWELVE hours! Thank god she was on vacation still, or she would have to fire herself from her own antique shop for being late. Then there’s Greg. Mmmm…Greg. She thought to herself. She caught herself just in time as her hand was reaching for her pussy. No! Get a hold of yourself! Oh god please don’t let him call today… Then the phone rang. ----- Greg had no idea what to make of it. As the following day passed, it went by uneventful enough. He unpacked his camping gear easily enough, but soon noon had come and gone. Still no word from Kirsten. He didn’t know if she was possibly sick from her dip in…what ever it was or if she was plain ignoring him until she came to terms with what happened in her own time and way. He sighed. Two more hours. He’d give her two more hours, then he’d call. To pass the time he decided to get on his PS3. As a gamer, gaming on his PS3 OR his computer was a favorite pass time of his. After getting lost in a Final Fantasy game for a while, he was startled when he looked at the clock. Shit, 145 all ready? That was long enough. He grabbed his smart phone and clicked on her picture. As it rang for a fourth time, he was prepared to talk to the machine. Then… “Mmmm hey, er I mean hey Greg! What you up to?” Well, at least she’s chipper… “Nothing much,” he answered. “Just wondering when you wanted to come grab your stuff?” He blinked for a moment as he heard what he could’ve SWORN was a soft moan as he said ‘grab your stuff’, then he heard her chiding herself and regaining composer. “Actually, can I do that tomorrow? I just need some time to deal with this and I don’t want to hurt you in anyway.” “Um, ok.” Hurt me? How? “I gotta finish washing my bed sheets and bed, can I call you later?” “Um, sure hon.” Bed sheets? She told me she cleaned those the day before we went camping… “Yeah. Talk to you later.” “Bye.” Click! She hung up first. He shook his head. I hope you know what you’re doing. -------- That was close. Kirsten thought. Gotta be more careful around…“Mmm…” Then she gasped in horror as she caught her own hand in her pussy, AGAIN. What am I going to do? Last edited by make_her_grow; 05-13-2014 at 04:16 PM.