Female Height Increase

Casey's Ability

Eric — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 14:01:59 +0000

Hi all, this is my first try at writing a complete story on my own. It is based on a dream I had the other night. Hope you will enjoy it as much as I have writing it.

Just this: When there are measurements in the story, I give them in both meter/centimeter and feet/inches. I do this, because i have experienced in other stories, most of the measurements are in inches only. As I only use cm in my daily life, I have to convert those measurements in my head first before i can imagine how big the girls are. Which is kinda distracting. Hence why i give both. I hope more writers will follow my example.

And now enough with the chatting, on with the story!

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I went to a party last night, where i met this very cute girl. Her name was Casey. She was 1m65 (5ft6), had a small but firm B cup, and wore a t-shirt and a skirt. We chatted about music, had some drinks, tried some dancing (which neither of us were very good at btw). At 1am, we decided we had partied hard enough, and I went with her to walk her home. Arriving there, I thought i would try my luck, and asked if i could come in for some coffee. She suddenly got a strange, dreamy look on her face. I thought I even saw a glint of worry in her eyes. But it passed as soon as I saw it, and she said with a smile: "Sure Eric, I would like that."

Her house was not that big, but very nicely furnished. She had a large couch in the living room, and i noticed a very flashy stereo-system. "Mind if I put on some music on?", Casey asked. "No, not at all." She put on a very relaxing lounge music cd, and she came to sit next to me. "I really had fun with you tonight," she said with a very quiet, sexy voice. "Me too," I replied, "but i hope the fun hasn't ended yet." We leaned over to eachother and started kissing. Wow she was a great kisser. I caressed her beautiful long hair, which felt so soft. I kissed her neck, and i felt her shiver.

Then something strange happened. I saw the skin on her neck ripple, and the color changed into a slightly darker tan. Casey noticed i stopped making out, and asked "Is there something wrong, sweetie?" "Ehm..." I stammered, "is it just me, or did your skin just change color?" "Oh no!" Casey started crying. "I was worried this was gonna happen." "That what would happen?" Casey sat up straight, and looked at me with a very worried expression on her face. "You see Eric, i'm not exactly... normal. There is this thing i can do, but sometimes i can't control it, and then something like this happens." "What do you mean?" Casey took a long deep breath: "I can change the way i look."

I sat there astounded. "You mean... like a mutant?" "I knew it," she cried, "you think i'm a freak! Just like every other guy i tried dating." "No no, i didn't mean you are a fr... I think it sounds really cool." She was still sobbing a bit, and said really quiet: "You really mean that?" "Hell yeah!" I repried. "You mean that you can make yourself look like somebody else?" "Well, it doesn't work exactly like that. You see, i can't change my face. Just the color of my skin and my hairstyle. Which can still make me quite inrecognisable, you know."

As an example, her skin changed into a very dark shade of brown, and her hair went all dark and curly. I could have sworn there sat an r&b singer next to me, if i didn't recognize her face. "Wow, that's amazing!" Casey started giggling, and returned back to her normal self. "So that's the only thing you can change?" I asked. "Just your skin and your hair?"

"Well..." she replied with a curious grin on her face, "there is something else. It's actually the first thing i found out i could change. It happened a few years ago, when i was... ahem... playing with myself." She started to blush. (Did i tell you she was cute? ^_^) "That time i got so excited, i really lost myself in there. And all of a sudden... i could feel my boobs growing!"

My jaw dropped to the floor. She noticed that and started laughing. "I bet you would like to see that happening, right?" I could only nod in agreement. "OK, here they go!" She closed her eyes, and it looked like she was concentrating. And yes, slowly but steadily, i could see her breasts growing. It didn't take long before they reached a C cup. Casey opened her eyes again. "Wooow," i said, trying not to drool all over myself. "Why do keep 'em at B cup size when you go out?" "It just feels more comfortable," she replies, "big boobs tend to get in the way. But i guess you like what you see? I bet you want to have a better look. Follow me."

She led me to her bedroom, took of her t-shirt and set on the bed. "Well i'm not gonna be the only one taking of clothes here, you know," she said to me. So i took of mine as well. "OK ready for part 2?" she said, and immediately her breasts started growing again. Her now D cup boobs were really starting to strain her bra. "Ooooh, that feels way too tight." But a little spurt later, her DD's made her bra burst right across the room. "Ah much better," she sighed relieved.

I couldn't control myself and grabbed a hold of huge bazumba's. "Oh wow, they feel so soft..." Casey spoke to me in an incredebly sexy voice, while keeping her boobs growing. "So... (E cup)... I guess your a titties man... (F cup)... Well i can give you all the tittie-flesh you need... (G cup)... and much more!"

She laid herself on the bed, and i watched her boobs inflating to the size of soccer balls, then basket balls... It looked like she had half inflated beach balls lying on her chest. "Oh god, i feel so sexy now!" she cried out. "Take me Eric!" She didn't have to ask me that twice. I quickly lost my pants, finally releasing my erect penis waiting for all that time. I removed her skirt and panties, and i started fucking her like I've never fucked a girl before. I basked my head in the over-abundance of boobs. My hands didn't know where to start groping.

I didn't take that long for us to come. While we laid there, panting, Casey moved over to me and said: "Mmmmm, that felt so good. But would you mind if I shrunk these a little? They're kinda big and heavy to feel comfortable." She shrunk her boobs back to DD size, and I felt a bit sad, but i was more interested if Casey could do some more.

"Did you ever try if you could do something else?" "Like what?" "Well, for example, did you ever try if you could grow taller?" "Huh, I never thought of that. Alright, i give it a try." She quickly stood up (her big boobs bouncing, i couldn't help myself noticing). "OK i never tried this, so i'll really have to concentrate on this one." She closed her eyes, even squinted them a little. And hardly noticeable at first, but surely, she was growing. After a half minute of concentrating, Casey opened her eyes. "Did it work? Have i grown? Come stand next to me Eric, and find out!" she said excitedly. I stood up beside her, and oh yes: she was now 1m80 (6ft), just as tall as me. "Oh my god, that's so cool!" we both yelled out at the same time.

"Let's see if I can take it some more," Casey said. She closed her eyes again, and there she went. 1m90 (6ft4), 2m (6ft8), 2m10 (7ft)... When she opened her eyes again, she was 2m20 (7ft4). She was surprised she had to look down to see me. "Oh, hi there, didn't see you there," she giggled. "I wonder if I can reach the ceiling." Now without even closing her eyes, she grew more, and more, until she could just fit in her room without having to bend over.

Casey looked amazing. Her DD cup breasts had now grown to the size of my head. And with her growth, her pussy now came to my chest level, and had grown a bit as well. I grabbed a hold of her giant butt-cheeks, and starting likking her huge woman-hood. "Ooooh Eric," she cooed, "that feels sooo good". It felt great for me too, twisting my tongue around her enormous clit. Pretty soon, her tall legs started shaking, and she came again.

"Mmmmm, that was wonderful," Casey said while shrinking herself back till she was again my height. "I never thought of doing that, but it felt so great to be big." "It looked great too," I said, "but now I'm wondering... If you can grow yourself taller, that means you can grow your bones and your muscles, right?" "Um, I guess so, why?" "Well, I was thinking, could you grow yourself more... muscular?" "Oh you mean like a fitness model or something?" "Yeah... too start with..." She gave me a very curious look, but then said: "OK, if that's what you like, i'll give it a try."

She stood back up, concentrated, and slowly but steadily, her muscles became more defined. A slight bulge appeared on her arms, her shoulder stood more profound, her pecs were showing, and her legs gained definition. "Hmm, this doesn't feel too bad," Casey said. "What do you think?" "It looks incredibly sexy, but..." "Hihi, you want more? Here it goes." Her entire body swelled up like attached to a water hose. Her chest and back muscles broadened, her shoulders became orbs of power, her legs grew to the width of treetrunks, and her biceps grew to the size of baseballs, sexy mounts of muscles. She wouldn't have been misplaced at a Ms. Universe competition.

Casey stopped growing and looked at me. She saw i was mesmerized, and she also noticed my dick throbbing with excitement. "You really like this, don't you? I must admit, I start to like it too. Hmm, I wonder..." She took a good look at her biceps, licked her lips, and began another growth spurt. Pecs became the size of small tv-screens, shoulders becoming bowling balls, biceps becoming cannonballs, legs filled with massive quads. This time she was leaving female bodybuilders way behind her, and would've even given many male bodybuilders a minority complex.

Casey gave herself a good look. "Oh man, this feels awes... Uh oh." "What's wrong?" I asked. She gave me a mock sad face, complete with pouting lips (told you she was cute), and said: "My boobs don't look nearly as big as they did before!" I started laughing. "Well you could something about THAT." Before I even finished my sentence, Casey put her hands on her hips, creating a very impressive muscular pose, and began concentrating on her breasts. Passing the letters of the alphabet very quickly, she soon had basketball sized orbs of pleasure, supported by mighty pecs that kept them suspended.

"Ah, much better. Now let's see if these muscles are just for show." And before I knew what Casey meant, I was lifted up in the air like I was just a little kid. She gave me a long passionate kiss. "I believe I still owe you something." She brought her face to my groin, and started sucking my dick, lifting me up and down. I thought I was going out of my mind, what a feeling! But then i started to feel something else...

"Ehm, Casey, could you stop for a second, please?" "Why, doesn't it feel gr...", she said, but stopped and gasped. I looked down, and saw what was wrong. Well, not exactly wrong, but definitely different. My cock, which used to be a very reasonable 18cm (7") had now at least grown 5cm (2")! "Oh my god," yelled out Casey, "di... did I do that?" "I... I guess so", I stuttered. "Seems like you can change other people's body as well!"

"Jeez, this is just getting to weird! Alright, let's see if I can do it again." She concentrated, staring at my 23cm (9") pole... Nothing happened. "Oh come on, why won't it work this time?" "Maybe," I suggested, "you need physical contact to make another body grow." "Hmm perhaps you're right. Let's try this." She leaned over, and put her hands on my chest. Immediately I felt a surge of power coursing through my body. My pecs swelled up immensely. "Hihi," Casey giggled, "it's working!" She moved her arms to my shoulders, who swelled up like two little pumpkins, over to my biceps, who in no time had the size of Arnorld Schwarzenegger in his prime. She reached over to my back, which broadened beyond my belief, and then lowered to my legs, which grew at least 3 times the size they had before.

Lastly, she took a good hold of my cock, and began rubbing it. I could feel her abbility working on me, my dick not only grew longer to a full 30cm (12"), but also bigger, until it had twice the diameter of a normal cock. "Oh my," Casey said, "I may have overdone it there. I'm not sure i could fit you all in. Well, that can be fixed." She started growing again, until she had the height she had earlier, just touching the ceiling. "And I think you're too heavy for me either, I better get a bit stronger too." And her muscles swelled once more, growing bigger than anything i had ever seen. Her chest and back were as wide as her king size bed, her shoulders prize winning pumpkins, her biceps swelled until they were as big as my head, and her quads became massive treetrunks of raw, sexual power.

Then we started a love making sension that surely the world had never seen. Two massive muscular bodies going at it, but Casey's body overshadowing me in every way, making me feel little, but oh so happy. My huge penis giving her enormous waves of pleasure, until finally, after hours and hours it seemed, we were utterly spent, and fell asleep.

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The next morning, I woke up, trying to remember what happened. And when i did, I noticed my body was just as it was before. I looked over next to me, and saw Casey lying there, also her cute former self. And apparently she was already awake, just staring at me. "Hello gorgeous" she said. "Wow, did last night really happen? Or was it just a dream?" "Oh no no, it SURE happened. It's just after a nights sleep, the effects vanish."

"Oh man, I can't wait for the next date."

Touch of Fate, Part 4

Wachsende — Wed, 25 Mar 2009 04:37:45 +0000

Head pressed against the passenger-side door, Derek soaked in the steady hum of the car's tailpipe scraping against the salt-bleached pavement. His world was occasionally punctuated by the woosh of another vehicle passing in the opposite direction and a high-pitched squeal that accompanied each turn. He pulled the blanket closer against him to fend off a bitter cold that seeped into the car.
The driver did not seem to notice; despite not wearing a jacket, she hadn't thought to turn on the heater. Ever since his impulsive act of heroism, it seemed, all temperatures were perfectly comfortable for her.
He wasn't about to complain. In a couple minutes, the car would be turning onto his street and pulling up next to his blessedly familiar townhouse and he could finally put these truly bizarre couple of days behind him. His head still recovering from the beating, he warded off car sickness by keeping his eyes glued to an old Twizzlers wrapper stuck to gum on the floor mat.
The agony he'd awoken to in Kara's apartment -- the agony that he'd been certain would finish him off -- had settled into a dull ache that he felt... everywhere. Her attentive care, which had matched the tender care of a nurse with the forceful regiment of a drill sergeant, had done it's job. Finally she had decided that he would survive outside his care and called his folks with the terrible news. They'd hopped in the car immediately after hanging up the phone. He'd need to get a deferment on his classes; there was no way he'd able able to finish the semester in his condition. While he'd relished the increased attention he'd gotten of late, he was relieved that he'd be able to go home and recuperate.
Finally, the scraping sound ceased, followed promptly by the engine's uneven purr. A moment of silence. Then he heard the driver's side door open and slam shut. A moment later, his support gave way beneath him as the passenger door parted for winter's frigid bite.
A firm hand halted his fall toward the road, getting a solid grip on his blanket-covered shoulder. An arm wrapped around his waist, also blanket-covered, on the opposite side. His world rotated 90 degrees as he felt the seat pull away from him. For a moment the entirety of Derek's weight bore down on the limb hooked under his arm pit, and then the world rotated back and his feet made gentle contact with the pavement. The arm maintained its support while his legs slowly took on burden of keeping him up right.
After giving his head yet another frustrating moment to clear, Derek surveyed his surroundings. Kara's traffic cone orange 1988 Chevy Sprint Turbo was double-parked next to his lime green '96 Dodge Stratus, still partially buried in the snow. The curtains in Jerry's window parted for a round, pimply face that stared out at the new arrivals. A streak of black ice ran down the driveway.
And then there was Kara. Her long mane of silky dark hair put the models in those Pantene commercials to shame. The sleeves of her once loose fitting tee shirt parted in the slight dip where perfectly round shoulders that would forever preclude the need for pads met the gentle curve of her relaxed biceps. Breasts that seemed to defy gravity strained against the cotton fabric. The bottom hem of the shirt, meanwhile, hung a couple inches in front of her perfectly flat stomach. Alluring hips that had not been distinctive a week before were supported by rock hard thighs that were each as thick as his neck. Her legs each sloped down in a perfect "V" to ankles that he bet he could still encircle with his thumb and middle finger. That she was wearing cut-offs in below freezing weather no longer struck him as extraordinary.
His gaze slowly made its way up all five feet, seven inches of her before finally meeting her eyes with an expression that mixed wariness with gratitude. She followed him to the front door with a grocery bag containing the few things he'd had with him. As he opened the door and began to step inside, another firm grip on his shoulder cemented him in place. Turning around, he looked down -- just barely -- into expectant gaze.
"What?" he choked out, with a voice that was finally beginning to regain a bit of its former character.
"That's my comforter," she reminded him.
"Oh, right."
As he unwrapped himself, the cold tore into him with increasing gusto. He tried not to shiver, and failed. Now totally exposed, he handed over the blanket with trembling hands.
Kara lifted a handful of it to her nose, inhaled, and let out a contented sigh. "I love your smell," she murmured more to herself than to him.
Grabbing the plastic bag from her, he was again about to turn around and head inside when she embraced him with a sudden fierceness, and again began to change.
After a moment she let go and walked over to the living room window. "There," she exclaimed decisively after examining her reflection. "Just the right amount. Wouldn't want to overdo it."
Satisfied she stepped back onto the cracked concrete of the front walk and stared down at the purple-mottled and suddenly shorter figure now backed against the wall. "Thanks for everything, Derek. I hope you feel better real soon."
It took him a moment to get his words together. "You're-you're welcome, Kara! Why don't you come visit me back home some weekend?"
She laughed, a patronizing little laugh. "Oh, you are a silly boy! Didn't you just hear me? I've gotten all I need from you know. This is good bye."
And without another look, she turned around and covered the distance to her car in a light, effortless sprint. He watched her shitty subcompact scrape its way down the street, turn the corner and fade into oblivion before the cold forced him back inside.
Jerry was waiting, the writing on his black "There are only 10 types of people in the world: Those who understand binary, and those who don't" tee shirt distorted by a chest that a week ago could have given Kara a run for her money. His face bore a complex mix of concern, horniness and awe.
"Are you alright, buddy?" he asked.
Before Derek could answer, he blurted out an urgent follow-up query.
"Who was that?"

Touch of Fate, Part 2

Wachsende — Tue, 09 Dec 2008 00:55:42 +0000

Over the course of the following week, Derek Peters suddenly found himself being noticed. When he walked down the hallway, all the girls' heads turned toward him puzzled -- as if searching for something potent that they just couldn't quite remember. He didn't instantly become the life of the party, but at least people had started to say hi to him as they elbowed through. His new circumstances registered in the back of his mind, but never outright caused him to pause.
That is, until the seventh night, when he was walking back home from the library. Further up the empty street, a mousy freshman girl hugged herself against the cold in a winter coat nearly bigger than she was. Hunched forward against the wind, she didn't notice a creaking 1980's Oldsmobile turn unto the street.
From a couple blocks back, Derek saw the red tail lights flare up, casting strange shadows across all the nearby buildings. A couple silhouettes got out of the car, and closed on the small huddled figure ahead. Some mocking exclamations in baritone were followed by a high-pitched scream. Before he realized what he was doing, Derek found himself tossing his backpack on the lawn and sprinting into the fray.
Once he got past the bulk of the car, the circles of yellow light cast by the headlights painted a grim picture. Two seniors in university hoodies and Salvation Army rags were holding the girl down against the pavement while a third ruffled through her belongings. All were heavily intoxicated. He froze, just before breaching the glow in front of the car. After they had unearthed her wallet, iPod, and cell phone, The third guy opened his jacket and reached for his zipper.
"Don't you dare!" Derek yelled out, again without thinking.
The aggressor froze, and his two lackeys turned toward him, jerking their captive violently in the process.
"Well, well, well. It looks like we got ourselves a good Samaritan," one of the captors smirked, after sizing up Derek's rather unimpressive physique.
"Shall we show him what happens to good Samaritans?" the other asked, as the aggressor stalked toward Derek.
When the aggressor got within range, Derek took a wild swing that the older boy easily sidestepped. Still off-balance from his lunge, the return punch caught him square in the gut before he even had time to think. His lackeys dropped the girl, who was outright sobbing by this point, to the pavement and hurried over to joint in the beating.
And then the kicks came at Derek from all angles. Utterly helpless, he crouched into the fetal position and formed a protective ball. Just when he thought he could take no more, he found himself being lifted into the air. One of the boys punched him hard in the gut again for good measure, and then the other two swung him back and forth with increasing force before letting go.
For a moment, Derek was airborne. Then, he hit the frozen pavement with a horrible thud. Behind him, he heard three car doors open and slam shut, the whine of an engine sputtering to life in the cold, and then the squeal of tires fading into the distance.
He rolled over bumped against something warm and soft. The cushioned impact was accompanied by a whimper that was not his own. Barely conscious, Derek couldn't muster the strength to slide over. The small part of his brain that wasn't ringing with agony hoped that he wasn't crushing the girl he'd taken the beating trying to save.
Slowly, he felt the warm padded mass slide out from under him, and the back of his head dropped the last inch to the freezing blacktop. In the moments that followed, he was reminded how cold the night truly was.
And then the stars were blotted out by the mousy girl's face, dark hair and eyebrows set against sickly pale skin, heavily blemished by the scrapes and quickly forming bruises left from the attack. She lowered herself gently down onto him, and hugged him with the entirety of her being. Heat radiated down from his head to his knees, where the toes of her boots fell off each to a side. At first her embrace was as feeble as he felt, but the longer she held on the firmer it got. At first he thought it was his imagination, but abruptly she pulled back a bit and stared again into his face, this time quite intently. As he watched, the bruises on her face faded and the scratches and scrapes began to heal. Soon, a rosy color burst into her cheeks.
"What's happening to me?" she asked, in an awed yet somewhat concerned.
Derek didn't know and was still in too much agony to think about it.
"You've found yourself where you're meant to be," he croaked out, and passed out.
She fell back against him, shielding his battered and exposed frame with her warm. Had he still been aware of his surrounding, he would have felt the heels of her boots drift a couple inches further down his legs.

The Guitar Hero Complex Chapter 2

Unknown — Sun, 19 Oct 2008 02:35:52 +0000

"This song is hard!" Jill screamed playfully.

"You're right... this has to be the hardest song I've ever seen played on medium" Matt added.

"I think I'm getting the hang of it, but- Ugh, I think I set the strap too tight"

Jill wiggled around a bit and felt better, but something wasn't right she felt bloated all over and her clothes felt tight. She was too focused on the game to realize that she was slowly raising higher though. Every muscle on her body slowly growing as if it was absorbing the blue glow around her. It wasn't till she had activated star power that she felt completely euphoric and her brother realized that she was growing, her stretchy long-sleeve t-shirt and sweatpants hugging her more tightly every second.

"Jill! You're Growing!" Matt yelled.

After that Jill immediately looked down at her swelling breasts, speechless. After Matt spit out the growing bit, he was quite speechless as well. Jill's first thought was to stop playing and see what was going on, but something told her that the game was causing it and she continued to play, for some reason wanting more. She was about 5'7 now and glad that she didn't really need to wear bras, because her breasts approached the size of large C's. Her muscle's were about the size of a strong teenage boy and still pumping larger, since her shirt was small the building bulges could be seen after every pulse. Her legs and hips were also growing somewhat disproportionately to the rest of her body, her legs grew longer, and her hips grew wider, she could also feel her sweatpants digging into what was her nice little bubble butt.

She activated star power a second time and another surge of growth hit, filling her breasts to D's and having her shirt and pants reveal her bare calves and well defined abs. She was an inch taller than her brother now at 5'10. The song ended, her scoring with 4 stars, leaving her the size of a small bodybuilder/large fitness model. She couldn't get any words out, even though she was in joy.

"It's my turn." Announced Matt promptly.