Julia took a few deep breaths as she looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her hair was slightly disheveled and she ran her slender fingers through it to help smooth the curls. She had slipped her leather boots back over her feet and made sure that the zippers along the sides were hidden behind their black lapels. Her full breasts bulged upward slightly, the tan flesh swelling out, as she reached behind her back to fix her dress. She looked down toward the green marble of her counter as she bit softly on her lip, a sigh escaping her.

  Nestled near the deep swirls of her sink, crumpled and torn apart by a relentlessly growing body, was another white t-shirt. The simple cotton was shredded in the front, ripped open by a heavy and protruding set of firm weights. The shoulders were stretched apart, the neckline torn in one place, and the whole of it was tainted with the salty sweetness of her light sweat. She breathed it in, remembering the maddening pleasures that ravished her body only moments before.

  The counter rattled slightly, a jar of scented skin cream skidding a few scant millimeters to one side, as she slapped a balled fist against it in mild frustration and shame. A single tear trickled over the tan skin of her cheek as her brow furrowed.

  Julia just couldn't help herself.

  She knew it was the wrong thing to do, with company so close and her secret so dire to keep. She thought back to dinner as she had watched Jeff speak, his lips moving in a ballet of prose and smile, the way his hands drifted across his chest as he spoke. The romance of the evening, the heat of the moment, the sheer wickedness of her situation, it was all too overwhelming. She felt it building inside of her, a burning that had to be acknowledged, that had to be satisfied. She had to feel it, to experience it again. The sheer bliss of her body growing taller, stronger, bigger. Her clothing squeezing her skin with it's cries of love and anguish until it has no choice but to surrender to her as she bloomed into an beautiful and incredible amazon; as she transformed into a goddess.

  Her eyes seemed shallow, the guilt swimming behind them. She didn't know how long she had been away. She didn't know how long she had kept her guest waiting. All she knew was that she had given in to the temptation once again. He was out there waiting for her and she had to return.

  Jeff was a good man, she had taken a liking to him the day she had moved in. But her secret was not something easily revealed and it required a great deal of control to conceal at times. The risk, though she was unsure of the consequences of disclosure, was just too great.

  Maybe she should ask him to leave.

  Julia made one last check to see if her clothing was where it was supposed to be, if everything was in the place it had been before, and opened the bathroom door.

  Somewhere in the background Jeff might have heard that door opening; if he had had the sense to be listening for it. As it was, he was too intent on the multitude of treasures he had before him. He still wore a bewildered glaze on his face as he studied the footwear while a swath of thick black fabric dangled down his forearm.

  Julia's eyes went wide with horror.

  "What are you doing?"

  Jeff immediately dropped the broken sandals and torn pair of shorts, the soft cotton pooling at his feet as he tried to hide it behind his legs. He turned around with a slack jaw and an innocent expression that quickly wore as thin as the ruined t-shirt that rested near his trembling hip.

  "I, uh ... I'm not ..."

  "What the HELL are you doing!?!"

  His face burned crimson before it started to pale under Julia's angered stare. Her accusing eyes were open vast; the dark brown irises still beautiful, but now brimming with swelling rage. Jeff took a cautious step back, raising his arms to defend himself from the torrent of her screaming words.

  "Oh ... man. I swear, this is not how it looks!"

  "What gives you the right to sneak into MY room and go nosing around in MY private things!?!"

  "Nothing! Nothing gives me the right; I am so ... totally wrong in this Julia!"

  "How could you do this!?! What did you see!?! WHAT DID ..." Julia closed her eyes suddenly as a familiar sensation trembled it's way through her legs. She felt her teeth chatter for the slightest of moments before her ire resurfaced and she remembered her guest's unforgivable transgressions. The deep irises of her sparkling eyes widened as her pupils focused sharply on Jeff once more. She lifted a clenched fist with a long and accusing finger. "Why were you snooping? What did you see!?!"

  Jeff shrugged, knowing he was trapped in the corner in which he stood. He shuffled his feet, feeling the torn clothing slide around his ankles, and was about to try and explain himself when she glanced down to the fabric. Julia's eyes flared as her worst fears were realized. Her date had seen something she wasn't sure he had understood; but it was something personal and secret, something that was never meant to be seen by prying eyes.

  The fabric of her dress began to feel restrictive, the cloth pressing into the heated flesh of her flat stomach and across her back. Each deep breath became the slightest bit shallower, her breasts being squeezed back with loving tension by the stretched material. Her toes felt cramped and she was forced to curl them slightly as the sensation returned, that pleasurable tingle that rolled within her hips. She realized what was happening and spun around as she searched for an avenue of escape or abeyance. The anger was joined by uncontrollable panic, a combination of emotions that were boiling out of control within her.

  Julia heard a stitch start to give; that unmistakable sound that always excited her in private, but now compounded upon the terror and fury.

  She looked from side to side in frantically, doubling over slightly as her eyes clamped shut again in her rage. The creases across the front of her dress smoothed out as her breasts filled the top with her deep and sharp breaths; the stitching in the sides began to creak once more as she clutched her arms against them, her hands curling into tense fists as she clenched her teeth.

  "No! Not ... UH ... NOW!!!"

  The lower hem of her dress had slid an inch up her firm legs as she stomped them in anger, the dark skin of her knee appeared passed the withdrawing black satin. Jeff glanced down to the sound of thick leather starting to stretch; the cuffs on her knee high boots were swelling outward with the muscle that filled more and more of the already tight material. The top of them had retreated half of an inch down her calves, dipping slowly as a deep line of definition appeared around the thin and tense diamond that was forming behind the skin of her shoes. Julia's body trembled, her ire melting into frantic restraint as she tried to force her riling anger back and stem her now growing body.

  "Don't! STOP!!! YIAAH!!!"

  Her head shot up, her eyes still shut as she threw her hair back; Jeff, startled, fell back against her dresser. His hands swept across thin sticks of lip gloss and bottles of perfume, strewing them across the wooden desk with claps of plastic and glass as the whole of it shuddered on it's wooden legs. Her crisp, brunette curls danced down her visibly broadening shoulders as her next desperate inhale fought against the smooth fabric of her dress.

  Her back was arched, her tanned brow furrowed as she stomped her booted foot down once more, the sound echoing with her growls. The muscles of her slender neck were straining as the tendons began standing out in stark relief. Her chin was high, more angular than before, as she bit down in frustration, her face growing flush.

  "No! NO!!! GOD!!!"

  There was a pop, the sound of a taut cord snapping, followed quickly by a sharp and protracted tearing. One side of her dress ripped, the weak threads giving way and the front of it slipped forward. The firm curve of her breasts pushed against the loosening fabric, freeing themselves slightly as the neckline allowed her greater movement, greater comfort for deeper and deeper breaths. Another slow tear sang through the night.

  Jeff's eyes went wide at the intensely erotic display, watching as more and more of her tanned mounds emerged from her shrinking attire. Julia's arms were shaking violently, her hands still curled into fists that stirred the air by her sides. Her biceps were tensed, strong and hard as her tight sleeves struggled to slide up the swelling limbs. Her body convulsed, trembling as she gave out a windy moan. Her athletic arms suddenly grew larger, thickening with power by an inch or two in diameter. She drew her hands up to her face, the muscles rising with the movement and forcing themselves against the tightening cuffs.

  "Not this dress! Please don't ... TEAR!!!" Julia spun around again to face Jeff, her heels digging into the ground with her increasing weight as her fingers dug into the full mane of her hair. "I ... CAN'T ... STOP IT!!!"

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