"Just how fast are you growing?" Ken asked Allison as they walked through the park. Considering she'd grown four inches in the two months he'd known her, and now stood a staggering 7'3", his curiosity was understandable.
"All the better to fuck you with, my dear," Allison responded. She kissed Ken, then playfully tackled him to the grass. She jumped on top of him. "Don't you like me big?"
"Of course I do," he said. "I'm just surprised is all."
Allison planted her lips on his and slipped a hand into his pants and grabbed his huge cock. Ken slid a hand into her shirt and started fondling her spectacularly big breasts. After about a minute, they felt a tapping on their legs. They looked up. A city cop was standing above them.
"All right," he said. "Break it up. This isn't your bedroom."
Allison looked at Ken and smiled. Then the two of them stood up. And up. And up. The cop's face fell as the towering teenage couple stood to their full heights, dwarfing him.
"What were you saying, officer?" Allison asked.
The cop paused. "I'm just saying, you can't be doing that in a public park."
"We were just having a little fun," Allison protested playfully. She grabbed her enormous breasts and resettled them in her bra. The cop, trying to keep his cool, looked away and noticed Ken's gigantic hard-on, pressing very visibly against his pants. He'd never seen anybody this big before -- he didn't even come up to their shoulders! He'd faced down countless robbers and murderers, but somehow this intimidated him. Allison could tell. She could barely keep from laughing. "Are you going to arrest us?" she asked.
"No," the cop replied. "Just take it easy, okay?"
"Oh, thank you officer!" Allison said, feigning gratitude. She leaned down and give the relatively tiny man a big hug, pressing her gigantic breasts against him and making it all too clear how much bigger she was than him.
The cop muttered an inappropriate "you're welcome" and hurried off.
Allison laughed as he left. "These poor little people," she said to Ken. "Don't they realize what they're up against?"
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Allison sat on the table in only her underwear while a woman took her new measurements. She was growing so quickly, she had to have new clothes made almost every month. Now 7'5", she barely fit through door frames, much less clothes. The massive bra she was wearing was now too tight, and her breasts spilled out over the cups. The woman measuring her couldn't be more than five feet tall, and Allison looked down at her curiously, wondering how tiny she must feel next to her giant frame.
Allison's father entered the room. "Allie," he said before seeing she was half-naked. He was holding some bills in his hand.
"What is it, daddy?" Allison asked.
Allison's father tried not to look at his daughter's body, bursting out of her underthings. "Allison... you aren't, somehow, causing your growth?"
"Well how would I do that?"
"I don't know," her dad answered. "There's no way it should be possible. But there's no way it should happen naturally, either. The costs of having new clothes made for you every month, it's starting to break us. Not to mention feeding you..."
"I get hungry!" Allison protested.
"I know. I'm not saying not to eat. I'm just saying that something's gotta give. We eliminated our usual charitable donations, but now it looks like we're going to have to sell the country house."
Allison was taken aback. She hadn't realized how much she was costing. She liked the country house! But not as much as the sensation of growing into a giant. The thought that a whole house would have to be sold just because of her size oddly excited her.
She shrugged at her dad. "Sorry," she said.
When the measuring was over, Allison went to get some more of her special brownies. The tray was empty. She swore she'd had some left, and this wasn't the first time this had happened. But she whipped up a new batch. There was only maybe a third of a container of the growth hormone left. She cursed the fact that she had ever let Jenny and Sara have any of it.
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A few weeks later, the cleaning lady told Allison's parents she was leaving. Her sixteen year old daughter had suddenly blossomed from a tiny little girl into a voluptuous six-footer, and had started a modeling career.
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Julia woke up and rolled over. Mike wasn't there. He'd gone out to work. But his daughter Danielle was in the room. "Hi, honey" Julia said as she stretched her legs and stood up. "What are you doing in here?"
Danielle looked up. She was only 5'1", and at 16, not likely to get any taller. She felt like a baby next to Julia. "What's it like to be so tall?" she asked.
Julia smiled and shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "It has its moments, I guess."
"I hate being short," Danielle said.
"Oh, I don't think you'd want to be my height," Julia said. "Trust me, boys your age don't like their girls to be this tall. I'm speaking from experience."
"Maybe not," Danielle replied. "But I wish I were tall. You know, like 5'10" or something."
Julia looked down at her. "5'10", eh? That's manageable. I'll see what I can do."
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"Oh Ken!" Allison teased. "Come out and play!" She was growing impatient, in addition to taller. Allison was now Ken's height of 7'7". She liked it that way. Where could he be?
Allison heard a noise from Ken's room. "Are you in there?" she asked. "Ready or not, here I come!" She opened the door.
Ken wasn't ready, but he was coming. He was surrounded by four naked girls playing with his massive erection, which was pumping away all over them. They looked up to see Allison towering above them. They gasped and backed away from her.
"Don't worry, ladies," she assured them. "I only pick on people my own size."
Ken jumped up. "You're angry," he said.
"You're cheating on me four times over. Yes, I'm angry! I want to kill you!" Allison screamed. She pushed over his bookshelf, sending books tumbling to the floor as the girls below grabbed their clothes in panic.
"You don't understand!" Ken protested.
"What's not to understand?" Allison asked as she lifted his dresser, then smashed it to the floor, where it splintered into a hundred pieces.
"Look at you, you're still coming! What exactly am I misunderstanding?" She took his CD rack and smashed it into the wall, sending CDs flying and making a hole in the wall.
"It's just that... as you've been growing..."
"I've been getting as big as you!" Allison exclaimed. "That's it, isn't it? You don't like your women as big as you. Well look at me!" She stood up next to him. Then she looked down.
She slipped off her shoes, so they were both barefoot. Both of their heads were just inches from the ceiling. But Allison was definitely taller. A good inch taller. She smiled.
"Well, what do you know?" she said. "Looks like you're not the biggest after all. How does it feel to be so shrimpy?" She laughed as she turned to leave. On the way out, she pushed over his stereo cabinet, sending his television shattering to the floor. "Oops," she giggled as she ducked way down to fit through the door. "What a big, bad girl I am."
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"Julia," Mike said as he entered the bedroom, "what are you up to?"
Julia shrugged. "What do you mean?"
Mike continued. "I mean that all the sudden, my daughters are as tall as me."
Julia leaned down to kiss him. "Just be thankful they're not as tall as me."
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"Allison, calm down," Jenny said. "You're getting a little scary."
Allison continued to pace the room. At 6'5", Jenny was not intimidated by most people, but this 7'8" girl was one of the rare exceptions.
Sara tried to help. "Look, he's a guy, what do you expect? Guys with sixteen inch schlongs aren't exactly hurting for female companionship. Move on."
"I want to kill him!" Allison exclaimed.
"Well don't," Sara replied.
Allison opened her drawer. There was still a small amount of the hormone left. She took the bottle.
"You've got to be kidding," Jenny said. "Look at you. You can hardly stand up in here, and you're probably still growing from the last batch!"
"So?" Allison said with a devious smile.
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