If I Keep Quiet, Maybe He Wont Notice. Maybe This Guy, Who Said He Loved My Little, Boyish Figure, Wont

If I keep quiet, maybe he won’t notice. Maybe this guy, who said he loved my little, boyish figure, won’t notice the fucking bombshell I’m becoming. I have to remain silent, and not moan too loudly. God, it feels so good.

Oh, I’m growing so fast! My legs are getting so much longer, and I can feel my ass beginning to brush his thighs. Fuck, even his cock doesn’t feel so big anymore! Ohhh, and that’s nothing to say of my tits! Damn, I can hardly stop myself, this feels so good! So huge, I’ll never be small again!

If I can just let him make me a little bigger, he won’t be able to stop me from stealing the rest of his formula. Then I’ll be as loud as I want to, and he’ll be quiet beneath me, silenced by the goddess on top of him, crushing his puny body into submission.

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Damn, Stars. Were you backed up a little from not writing anything or something? That was amazing.

A mix of missing writing, stress, and being really wired I think. Plus, I was looking at some older stuff the other day and wanted to write something a bit more substantial. I’m really glad to hear you enjoyed this. ^^

Wow, thanks for answering so many of my requests! Although I hope I'm not distracting you from your work!

Well, unfortunately my laptop decided to die last night, so I couldn't do any work anyway. Hopefully it'll be ok, I'm taking it to the shop today... It's stuck doing this reboot cycle where it tells me "Preparing Automatic Repair". Ugh.Sorry for the rant, still pretty frustrated >.

Could you write a sequel to Chilli Oil in which another girl grows huge?

Wow, pleased to see that some of my older stuff is still circulating! I’m pretty busy with school-stuff at the moment, but if the mood strikes me I may give it a go. :)

‘The formula worked, they look awesome They’re so sensitive!’ thought Ludmilla, watching the buds of her nipples stab at her shirt and shivering in response. Her grip tightened as she pulled downwards, over the humps of growth, trying to examine them as the tank top tightened.

Ludmilla stared, watching her tits grow, from plum-sized to oranges, then bigger to grapefruits, and then the promised melon range. Her whole body felt on fire, and it was all she could do to stop her self from fingering her clit. But no, she wanted to remember this feeling...

They were so big, and so powerful. Unbeknownst to her, these thoughts floating in her inebriated pleasure were reflecting other things too... She admired the heft of the tits, the way they hung down from her chest. Below them, abs began to ripple, pressing tight against her core. Ludmilla strained against her shirt, and heard a rip. She attributed it to her tits, which were now bigger than cantaloupes, but the shirt could have taken more. What was shredding the nylon was the brawny muscles pressing against her boobs. Veins began to stand out, and her shirt began to feel even more constricting, ripping a little further, as her boobs suddenly bloated to match the inches of bicep and height that were beginning to manifest. The growth was just starting

“Uhhh! I’m going to be massive!” she thought, as her breasts swelled towards head size. Her legs had thickened, and each taut muscle was pumping her with a craving. She shivered, and her tits jiggling were accompanied by the ripple of her back muscles as they strengthened to easily support the weight of her ginormous bounty. The air was rank with the smell of her sex. She needed something in her, and soon...

Ludmilla pictured Nadyeshka, her gym instructor, kneeling before her, licking at her throbbing clitoris. Ludmilla’s ass flexed and tightened, and her top began to split down the back as her shoulders broadened to match the seven and a half feet of horny demigod she was transforming into. Her guns only grew larger, tearing away her top completely, revealing her breasts, far larger than watermelons, swaying at her waist. The changing room ceiling began to look a little low, but Ludmilla was already kneeling, playing with her massive jugs, thinking of all the things she wanted to do to the imperious instructor.

‘She can’t say no to this!’ thought the eight foot bodybuilder, running her hands over the gigantic teardrops hanging off her chiselled chest, blissfully unaware of just how true that would soon be.

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Oh, my goddess the fmg story was amazing!

Thanks, misty! :)