Ohana suddenly closed her eyes, feeling a quiver crawl it's way into her hips as she took in a sharp breath. Her arms and legs tensed, shivering with the sudden rush of exertion. She arched her back, her breasts bulging outward as she ran her palms over them, squeezing the sensitive tips through the flimsy top with pinching fingers. A soft moan blew through her moist lips, and Ohana started to grow.

  Her clothing was striving to expand along with her thin body, but it had difficulty keeping pace. The short skirt about her waist stretched, the "Survivor" logo becoming illegible as the lettering was pulled tight to the sides. Her legs crept their way free, inch after tanned inch, and the hint of her caressing thong revealed itself between the firm arc of her swelling posterior. One hand found it's way down her front, slipping beneath the tightening fold just as a drop of her dark pleasure trailed it's way down the tender skin of her inner thigh.

  "Oh ... AHH!" Her eyelids flitted open and closed as she grew another sensuous inch taller. Her breasts were filling out more and more of her thinning shirt. The 'S' and the 'R' were falling more and more to the sides as the other letters scrunched inward between the obvious valley between her round breasts, the yellow fabric pulling down as her dark nipples began to peer through. The upper hem was forced downward, exposing a few more inches of deep decolletage beneath the strong curve of her collar and the tensed muscles of her chest. They all rose up and down with each shuddering breath above her soft and pulsing stomach.

  The straps on her sandals creaked around her thin toes, the sound akin to twine being pulled taut and threatening to snap; but they were growing along with the rest of her body, the once small sandals stretching longer and slightly wider. One could hear them sliding across the soft velvet carpet, crushing it as they moved without moving.

  And then she stopped. Ohana stood silent as the last ripples of ecstasy filtered through body, gently vibrating in her fingers as her breathing slowed to a normal pace. The young man was standing to her side, admiring the curves of her backside as they swelled out from beneath the taut cotton of her wrapped skirt. They were tanned and firm, pressed in slightly by her shrunken clothing. She had grown from a cute and playful size of 5' 4" to a beautiful and statuesque 5' 10"; a height equal to that of him and his blonde companion. Her thin body was lithe and alluring and he stepped close to her and whispered into her ear.

  "That's a shame they're only making it for those two systems. People who get the new Game Cube are really going to miss out."

  Ohana turned her head slowly to face him and opened her eyes. Her lashes curled upward as she took deliberate breaths, blowing cautiously out through her moistened lips. Somewhere behind the torrid thoughts of her glistening, naked body writhing against his was the training that the game's producers had instilled her with. Something was amiss she realized as she was smiling at a man who moments before stood a half foot taller than her. She reached up with a hand and traced her fingers over his cheek, feeling the slight dip as she felt the scar near the high bones of his tan face and she cocked her head to one side in riveted thought.

  "Most people have a computer in their homes; they'll be able to enjoy it on their PC and even Macintosh eventually."

  She leaned forward, her lips pursing slightly for a lustful kiss as he felt her warm breath wash over him. She took his hand in her own and began to slowly guide it to her quivering breast. But he suddenly backed away and she was left with the desire that was crescendoing to intolerable levels. He smiled.

  "Let's take another picture."

  Ohana's eyes went wide as she remembered the blonde that still watched them. She didn't seem as imposing as she had minutes earlier, but her body was still thick and strong. Her enormous and firm breasts bugled through her shirt as the metal buttons strained to keep them contained. Ohana wrapped her arms around the young man's neck, relishing in his touch against her stomach as they posed for another shot of the camera. As the strobe began to charge, she thought of popping one of those straining buttons apart with her fingers and suckling on the dark nipple that would quickly firm in her mouth, her tongue running over every puffing bump, nibbling with her teeth as she rubbed the taut skin of the full breast in her kneading hand.

  And then it flashed.

  For a moment, they turned and gazed at each other. She leaned forward nervously, wanting to blow softly into his ear as she kissed the cute lobe. He cast his eyes up and down the length of her expanded body, at her bulging flesh as it fought against the tight clothing she wore. He smiled and she thought he might come closer and hold her, but he just nodded and extended a hand.

  "Thank you for your time and thank you for the pictures."

  She bit her lower lip, crossing her arms in front of her as she nodded back.

  "I'm glad I could help. Please come back if you have any other questions."

  "I will."

  There was silence between them as they stared into each other's eyes. She wanted to say something more but couldn't find the words. Ohana eventually just shrugged and pulled the bandana away from her head. Her chestnut hair flowed freely as her forehead was dotted with a light sweat.

  It was so warm.

  She glanced back toward the blonde who was studying her backside and the moist cloth that was framing her crotch. Her blue eyes traveled upward where she began to focus on Ohana's face as she squinted in thought.

  "Um ... I, uh." She wrung the square cloth in her hands, shivering, and then accidentally dropped it. It slowly fluttered down to the floor and she hesitated as it covered her toes. All she could think about, all she could feel, were those penetrating, steel eyes.

  "I'll get that for you."

  Ohana watched the young man kneel down before her, searching the carpet about her feet, and she began to feel the desire start to burn within her once again. She fought to keep her hands by her side, to keep from running her quivering fingers through his long hair, to keep from violently pulling him to her and burying his warm face into her waiting crotch, to feel his expert tongue exploring every inch of her trembling womanhood. She closed her eyes and sneered in frustrated longing, tilting back her head as she felt the thin straps of her thong sandals begin to cut into the delicate flesh between her toes and she began to whisper.

  "Yes ... again."

  He pulled the dark strands of his mane over his shoulder as he focused on the perfect nails that were slowly creeping their way over the base and pressing against the bands of her shrinking footwear with a building tension; his ears filled with the beautiful sound, the sensuous tone of leather struggling to hold it's place against an unstoppable adversary. Her heels, smooth and pink, grew too big to stay contained on her shoes and softly pushed freely against the red carpet.

  There was a snap, a soft pop, as the strap on her right sandal gave way to the broadening arch of Ohana's foot. The simple cord lifted up onto her toes as the thin bases disappeared completely beneath them. She groaned in discomfort, a mild moan, as she shifted her weight and the other strap easily gave way to her size. They were perfectly formed, Ohana's feet, and they just grew in dimensions, gaining in length and width, as they kept their exquisite proportions.

  "Oh! Mmm..."

  The blonde watched, smiling, as she concentrated solely on the firm breasts that were swelling larger before her eyes. She concentrated on the small shirt and keeping it just big enough to stay wrapped around Ohana's expanding chest and not ripping asunder from the sheer size and weight of it's charges. The bottom hem slipped upward, allowing the round lower halves to appear from beneath. They were tan and full, part of one puffy nipple exposed, and they bulged heavily with each deep and erratic breath. She ignored the sandals, knowing her companion's place and his passions for such things.

  He was still kneeling, mesmerized by the relentless growth of Ohana's smooth ankles and calves with their thin diamond shape. Her feet now completed covered the broken sandals, crushing the bases into the velvet beneath her. She moaned again, her voice quivering and high-toned, and he began to trail his gaze upward. Her thighs were slim and slightly moist with her sweat and heavenly scent. A powerful hand with slender fingers was massaging her crotch through the tight caress of her panties; they were pulled taut across her, betraying her swollen and clean-shaven lips as she trailed her polished nails over and between them. She spread her legs apart slightly, trying to give herself greater freedom to satiate the heat that was consuming her, and her skirt tore. The plush flesh of her backside rippled from the sudden explosion of fabric. The rip trailed all the way up to her waist, frayed bits of string lacing across the, now exposed, thin band that trailed it's way up and around the tan skin of her hip.

  Ohana gave out the slightest squeak and her growth came to a stop. She fought to open her eyes, to keep the pose and posture she had been trained to keep as a model. Her knees were weak and she took a step back, a necessary step to keep her balance. There was a light crunching of metal as her shoulder brushed up against the rigging floating above her booth's display. The spots of illumination quivered across the ground as their supports trembled. She quickly turned, her arm bumping clumsily into it again and she raised her hands in vain attempts to quiet the shaking. The fact that she could gaze down upon the spotlights, the caps that glowed with dots of bright through cooling vents, that were supposed to be hanging a safe eight feet above the carpeted floor, didn't seem to bother her.

  The firm rise of her breasts, that were much rounder and fuller than they had been only moments earlier, wasn't strange to her even though she could no longer see the smooth lengths of her feet as she glanced down toward them. The deep valley between her tanned mounds was beautiful and it puckered cutely as she breathed. She watched the freckled brown across their tops rise upward as her chest was pressed against her by a shirt that seemed to be feeling much tighter at the moment. A cool wind was tickling the bottoms of her cups and it made her giggle, sending pleasurable waves through her giant flesh.

  The mills of people that crowded around the auditorium floor that had once seemed imposing as they walked by now barely came up to the length of her strong collar. That didn't dawn on her as being the slightest bit out of the ordinary as she looked down at them as they passed. She just nibbled cutely on the end of a long finger as she smiled at the young man that was staring up into her eyes.

  He couldn't move. His attention was straining to stay on her face as he listened to the stitches of her shirt strain with each heavenly breath she took. The hem slid up slightly as her breasts climbed higher into the air and he could just imaging the dark chocolate of her aureoles popping into view as they jutted forth ready and erect from behind the thinly stretched yellow cotton. He reached out and brushed his fingers across her stomach.

  "Ooo," Ohana cooed as she closed her eyes. She bit down softly into her lower lip as she felt him swirl his touch around the sparse and delicate hairs around her navel. Her light merriment rippled across her belly, swelling slightly outward before tensing into, almost athletic, hardness. Further below was a humid warmth, hiding behind a strip of silk that was edging it's way inside her excited womanhood from behind strips of skirt. She opened her eyes long enough to gaze at him with an arched eyebrow, with a look of expectation as she spread her thighs apart a few enticing centimeters.

  He took a step back and turned to his blonde companion who was smiling from behind her camera. He spoke with silent words as she moistened her lips.

  "Oh man."

  The amazon fanned her face with a free and unsteady hand. The light sweat that dotted her cheek quickly cooled in the light breeze as she offered a suggestion that she knew would be well-received.

  "I think you two should take another picture."

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