What she failed to mention was Stacy was contagious. Whatever had her growing, your girlfriend caught it. By the end of the week Stacy was seventeen feet tall. Your girlfriend reached that at her half way point.
She insisted everything was fine, and every day she made you measure. Foot after foot pound after pound until your thirty foot tall girlfriend finally stopped growing.
"I don't know why we grew" she says to you sitting on Stacy's face. "But I hope it happens again" she says lowering you towards her sedan sized breasts as a car ran into her ass that blocked the whole street.
If your breasts were to expand, how’d you like it done? Plastic surgery, air inflation, weight gain, drugs?
Drugs!
Plastic surgery and weight gain are just fine, but as a total fantasy having pills or injections I could let myself get addicted to would be sooooooo hot!
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