Excitement began to permeate throughout the dressing room, Kristina thought she might bust a button just from thinking about it. Wendy had wrapped her arms Kristina's midsection and began to knead her breasts.

  Amber's smile turned to a haughty smirk.

  "We're already goddesses in body, soon we can can be ones in stature."

  "Then let's get started!" Wendy retook Kristina's hand and kissed her.

  "Wait, we can't do it here."

  "You know Amber, you're really becoming a drag."

  "She's right though."

  "All right Kate, why not?"

  "Think about it, if we start going at it right now, who knows who could find us, and stop us. We should find a nice private spot where we can be undisturbed until our 'grand coming-out.'"

  "So where do we go then?"

  Rachel shrugged.

  "How about the warehouses outside of the industrial district? They're nearby, we know some of the people who work there; I kinda want to stick in downtown anyway."

  "So let's go."

  "Thanks for agreeing with me Leez, but I can't really go out like this."

  Rachel looked down at her tattered clothing. Her t-shirt had completely ridden up her midriff and wrapped itself around her breasts, the lower portion of it had torn and hung loosely as it tried to reach her waist. The cuff of her jeans only went down about six inches past her knee. One of the cuffs had split, being unable to rise past the swelling calf muscles. Rachel didn't even remember it hurting that much when it happened. Past a bit of bare skin were her sock clad feet. Slightly long even before she had grown, she knew she could never fit them back in her shoes. She wiggled her toes tearing the fabric in the process. The look on her face was a mixture of a smirk and annoyance.

  "I think I should get something else to wear before I go out into public."

  "Actually," Lisa was biting her lip as she blushed, "I kind of like the way you look." Rachel walked over and pressed her long body against Lisa. Lisa breathing became shallow as Rachel's arms wrapped around her and pulled her close. She relished the feeling of her lover's breasts brushing against the top of her own.

  I'd fuck you right now if I didn't know it would complicate things.

  Lisa thought Rachel might just lash out and bite her; and she ached for it.

  "Enough you two." Kristina reached out to separate them. "We don't want to be too conspicuous, we should get some new clothing."

  "Leave that to me." Wendy pulled out her wallet and then a couple of credit cards. "I just paid off last month's bill so there should be plenty of room for a new ... 'expanding' wardrobe."

  Lisa looked back up into Rachel's eyes.

  "But, when we came in here ... we were the same height." Lisa looked down in slight embarrassment but was still smiling. "If we don't want to call too much attention to ourselves we really should ... you know."

  "Ooo, she has a point Katie." Amber's eyes widened in excitement, Wendy smiled. she turned to her girlfriend as she began walking out.

  "I'm coming back for my dose in a minute Kris..."

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  The clerk just came back from his break. He had formed a pretty wild fantasy in his head over a diet coke and was still dwelling on it over his mind. He was sure that the six women that had come through earlier were gone, but he had seen all that he needed to of them and would replay each of their faces when he was in bed with his girlfriend that night.

  "Excuse me sir."

  He stiffened. Afraid to turn around, he stayed in his rigid position.

  "I know we've been in there for a while but we're going to need more time to make our decision."

  He wiped a sleeve across his slightly damp forehead, then turned. One of them was standing there, gorgeous and tall.

  "Sure miss, take all the time you require." The clerk gazed upon Wendy with a wry smile. She had a pile of shoe boxes of various sizes in her arms. He didn't even bother wondering how she got them out of the storeroom. "And if you need any help," he swallowed, "don't worry about asking questions." As she turned he couldn't help but see how wonderfully tight her shorts were. The denim was stretched at firm angles around her muscular thighs. All of the skin that was bulging out of the material was well-toned from exercise and not fatty foods. The light tan wasn't as rich as the one he had seen on Amber, but was still worth losing sleep over.

  "Oh, and we'll be taking these to try on too." Wendy had grabbed a number of items off of the men's rack in the Levis department and placed them on top of the shoe boxes. Together they made quite a nice pile next to the fitting room door. She turned back and began searching for more clothing.

  Her tank top looked more like an ill-fitting sports bra as her breasts ballooned outward taking all of the spare room they could find. The clerk knew that breasts that large, round, and firm had no business being real (though Wendy had spent years of care to make sure that these 'real' breasts remained 'proud' and, as Rachel was fond of saying, 'perky'). Yet they shouted for freedom as they strained her top, exposing her trim waist and strong stomach.

  "Just make sure you have enough room to move around in there miss."

  Wendy let loose a mild laugh as she moved toward a rack of shirts, choosing them with no apparent pattern. The clerk tried to think what he had said that was so humorous as he noted that the top button on her shorts was unfastened. He watched in wonder as she plodded over to a kiosk covered in packages of socks.

  "A pack of pink ones and ... ooo, some purple ones too. We'll just be trying on all of this stuff thanks." Wendy smiled at him and his legs became queasy.

  "Very good miss. I hope all of it fits."

  "I'm sure they will, we're going for that baggy look this season. In fact," Wendy squeezed her hand into a pocket and worked a credit card out with a might bit of difficulty, "I think I'll purchase all of this stuff now. Can you ring it up for me real quick?"

  He was thrilled to have the option of looking at her for a while longer.

  "Yes, most certainly, right away miss."

  Oh baby.

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  "I shouldn't have let you put those extra couple of inches on me." Rachel was sifting through shoe boxes trying to find the largest pair.

  "I couldn't help it. I was feeling ... frisky." Lisa was almost naked in just a very tight pair of underwear as she looked at herself in the mirror. She had to bend over slightly in order to see the top of her head in it and she couldn't remember feeling so good. "This is so amazing Rach. I must have been in these stalls a hundred times and now that I'm just a little bit taller everything looks so different."

  "A little bit taller? I think eight inches in one day is quite the growth spurt." Rachel smiled as she slipped a pair of men's Reeboks over her feet. They were a little too wide, but she didn't plan on wearing them long. "And if I'm right, tonight will make this morning look like ... like turtle puberty."

  Lisa frowned.

  "Turtle puberty?"

  "I'm sorry, I couldn't think of any good examples."

  "That's okay, there isn't really anything that you could easily compare this to. I still love you." Lisa ran her hand over her stomach and looked down. "It's wild. I look the same to myself but everything is just a tiny bit smaller. The ground doesn't look any farther away yet I can't see the carpet pattern as well as before."

  Rachel walked over and ran her fingers through her girlfriend's hair. Lisa sighed and smiled as she turned her head.

  "This is just so cool."

  "Get dressed and let's get out of here."

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  Amber was looking at the tag of a violet brassier that hung limply in her hands. On the tag, in large black letters, was written : 46 - EE. She tossed it on the bench and smiled.

  It didn't fit.

  Amber looked at her profile in the mirror. She always had a firm chest but being over six feet tall made them seem rock solid.

  Rock solid.

  She liked the way that sounded. Amber placed her hands over the top of her breasts and made small circles with her fingers. The skin on them was stretched taut and shined in the light of the overhead lamps. She pushed down with gentle pressure and watched as her stiff globes drooped ever so slightly, then bounced back to their normal shape as she released them. Amber laughed with wonder, the attention had excited her somewhat and she used her fingers to measure the length of her erect nipple.

  Katie had taken the bottom half on the violet lingerie and was admiring the way they clung to her skin. She always felt that her legs weren't long enough to wear this kind of underwear, but that ceased being a problem around 5' 10". She glanced down at her backside and rubbed her smooth contours with the same attention that Amber was giving her own endowments. Katie rummaged through the pile of clothes that Wendy had left and found a nice pair of Levi jean shorts. She looked at Amber who was now reclining on the bench in nothing but silk boxers with little pictures of dancing cherubs, blinking in expectation.

  Katie turned her back towards her lover and bent over. She put her feet through both sleeves and slowly drew the shorts up her long legs. Her and Amber played this game often and Amber never remembered Katie taking this long to move the denim up her thighs. Katie straightened up and squeezed the waist of the shorts past the plush curves of her firm behind, relishing in how it clung to and carressed her skin, vaguely tickling. Her thighs shaped out the ragged sleeves sharply.

  She turned to face her, slowly zipping up the fly as she did. Amber bit her lip to keep from smiling too much. Katie didn't buckle the top button and pulled the violet waistband of her underwear out a little bit into view.

  Amber handed Katie a black, sleeveless, button-up shirt that could only be found in an extra-large. Being unable to fasten any of the buttons comfortably, she tied the lower lapels firmly under her own large breasts twice and displayed herself for Amber's approval; her bountiful cleavage bulging against the knot.

  "Well? Do I turn you on as much as I turn on myself?"

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