Short Story

[theperv584]

This scenario has been playing in my mind on and off over the months. It is now a story for your enjoyment.

As the sun began to set, a lone man, James, returned to his small home after a long day at work. He had no one to greet him at the door, no spouse, no children, just the sound of his own footsteps echoing through the empty halls. As he approached the front door, something caught his eye. There, on the porch, nestled in a woven basket, lay a newborn baby girl.

James' heart skipped a beat as he reached for the basket, carefully lifting the tiny bundle inside. The baby was swaddled in soft, white cloth, and her small fists clenched tightly as she slept. He could feel the warmth of her body through the blankets, and it brought a sense of comfort to the otherwise empty life he led.

As he stepped inside, he cradled the baby in his arms, her breaths slow and steady. The baby stirred, her little tummy growling. As James held her, she began to change. It happened so fast, he could barely process it. Her body grew, her head rising above his outstretched hand, and her feet pushing against his chest.

The basket she'd arrived in seemed comically to small for her now, even as the baby's diaper stretched tight around her waist. James could see the outline of her round, plump buttocks as she wriggled in his arms, her cries growing louder with each passing second.

The once-newborn was now a chubby-cheeked toddler, her small fingers grasping at James' shirt as she cooed and babbled. James couldn't help but smile, feeling a warmth in his chest he hadn't felt in a long time.

As James brought the suddenly grown toddler into the bathroom, he could feel the weight of her body shifting on his arm. The little girl, who seemed to have doubled in size since he first found her, looked up at him with big, curious eyes. He set her down gently on the cold tile floor, watching as she toddled over to the bathtub.

James filled the tub with warm water, feeling a sense of wonder and trepidation as he prepared to bathe the mysterious child. The toddler, who now appeared to be around three years old, climbed into the tub, her small body sinking into the water. She kicked her legs, splashing water around the room, and let out a hearty laugh.

James grabbed a bar of soap and began to lather it up, carefully working it into a rich, white foam. He started to wash the toddler, working the soap into her hair, and then moving down her body, making sure to clean every inch.

James continued to wash her, his large hands moving over her round, rosy cheeks, her arms, and her legs. As he scrubbed, he could feel her skin tingling beneath his touch, and he watched in awe as her body began to grow once more.

As he continued to wash her, he noticed that her body seemed to be shifting. Within moments, the toddler's body stretched, her legs lengthening, her arms elongating, and her torso rising above the water. Her once-round belly was flattening, and her torso was getting lankier.

As the transformation continued, her body stretched longer, her spine elongating. Her small frame, which had barely filled the tub, now seemed to overflow with her growth. He looked at her in awe as her legs lengthened, the once-toddler-sized feet growing into proper little girl's feet. Her once-chubby cheeks thinned, revealing a more defined jawline. James could hardly believe what he was witnessing.

Her short hair were longer, cascading down to her shoulders, and her once-diminutive stature now towered over the edge of the tub. The girl, oblivious to the change, smiled up at James, the water now barely reaching her waist.

In place of the chubby-cheeked toddler, James now was looking at a 10-year-old girl, her hair dark and her eyes wide with wonder.

He helped her out of the tub, wrapping her in a soft, fluffy towel, and led her to his bedroom. There, he rummaged through his closet, finding a pair of pajamas that once belonged to his little sister. The pink and white flannel nightgown, with its ruffled collar and matching shorts, seemed to fit her perfectly as she slipped it on. The garment fit her, hugging her slender frame.

James smiled, feeling a newfound sense of pride and protectiveness for the girl who had so unexpectedly entered his life. As he tucked her into bed, he kissed her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips.

As James and the girl lay in bed, the darkness of the night enveloped them. However, in the quiet of the room, the once-peaceful slumber of the girl began to be disrupted.

Her chest began to heave, her breaths growing louder and more ragged. Her body began to shift, her spine arching, and her limbs twitching. The pink and white pajamas that had once fit her perfectly now clung to her, the seams straining under the weight of her growing form.

James awoke to the movements, his eyes widening as he watched the girl's body undergo a metamorphosis right before his eyes. Her breasts budded, her nipples growing and pressing against the thin fabric of her pajama top. Her waist narrowed, and her hips widened, the pajamas now barely covering her modesty.

The girl's chest heaved with each breath, her lungs expanding to accommodate the sudden growth of her body. Her hips and thighs grew wider, pushing against the fabric of her pants, while her legs, once coltish and dainty, lengthened and spread apart, straining the elastic of the pajama bottoms. Sounds of seams giving way were heard.

Her hair, once short and tidy, now cascaded down her back in thick, dark waves. The once-flat chest now heaved with each breath, the soft mounds threatening to spill out of the pajamas. Her waist narrowed, accentuating the fullness of her new curves, and her hips flared outward, hinting at the lushness that lay beneath the fabric. As the transformation continued, the girl's face matured, her baby fat melting away to reveal the sharp, angular features of a woman. Her lips grew fuller, her eyes darkened, and her cheeks hollowed, framing a delicate jawline.

The hormones coursing through her body overwhelmed her, and her mind was filled with the raw, carnal desire to experience the pleasures of her newfound adulthood. The girl could feel her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of the nightgown, and her sex ached with a fiery need that she couldn't comprehend.

The once-pink, smooth skin of her chest now displayed the delicate line of a cleavage, and the pajamas, unable to withstand the onslaught of her growth, tore at the seams, revealing the swell of her breasts.

The girl's hands instinctively moved to cover her new assets, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she looked at James, her eyes wide with both shock and confusion. James could see the contours of her grown nipples through the thin fabric, the fat tips now erect and begging for attention.

The pajamas, unable to keep up with the girl's rapid growth, were now torn and twisted, revealing the full extent of her newfound womanhood. Her navel, once a small indentation, had deepened, the curve of her belly leading down to the dark triangle of her pubic hair.

As the final stages of her transformation approached, the girl's pajamas tore apart, revealing her now voluptuous body. Her breasts, which started as small and perky, were now large and heavy, capped with dark, erect nipples. Her waist had narrowed, while her hips flared outward, cradling a plump, full ass.

Between her thighs, her sex glistened with arousal, the folds of her pussy swollen and begging for attention. She reached down, her fingers brushing against her swollen clit, and she could feel a moan escape her lips as her body trembled with need.

The girl's mind was a haze of desire, and she could no longer think of anything other than satisfying the uncontrollable urges that consumed her. Her body, once that of a young girl, was now that of a tall, well-endowed, and very fertile woman.