This choice: Catherine decides to chug some Jumbo Gro herself right then and there • Go Back... Catherine stepped into the guest room and opened up her duffel. There, sitting right on top, was the green bottle she had worked so hard on. Was she really going to use an untested chemical experiment, the result of a year of work, just to get back at an annoying 12 year old?
She grinned evilly. Hell, yeah, she was. She pulled the cork out of the bottle and raised it to her lips. But then she paused, not because she was having second thoughts, but because she was thinking about making this as effective as possible. This needed the icing on the cake. Giggling, she stripped off her t-shirt and tugged on Mr. Canaris’. “Oh, no,” she said in a mock whine. “I think my fat boobs might shred it.” She giggled again and took a pull from her bottle of refined Jumbo Gro.
Catherine’s first thought was that it actually didn’t taste that bad. She didn’t have time for another thought before she hiccupped and her stomach swelled outward with a sudden lurch that nearly sent her tumbling. Then, as she was trying to steady herself from the sudden shift in weight, she was disoriented further by a rapid change in perspective as she suddenly grew over a foot in height.
Catherine steadied herself as her belly, along with her hips and thighs, continued to swell. It didn’t take long before her thickening waist popped the button on her jeans and forced the zipper down. Her tight t-shirt crept up her expanding mid-section as she swelled up and out, and Catherine grinned as she heard threads and seams pop throughout the borrowed shirt, and the words “All-American Gymnastics” stretched tight across her ballooning breasts.
There was a full length mirror hanging on the door, and Catherine lumbered toward it to watch the changes to her body. The pressure caused by the movement of her thickening legs proved more than her weakened jeans could handle, and scraps of denim fell away as she took up position in front of the mirror, leaving her to watch her swelling hips and thighs strain against the thinning fabric of her underwear. Widening expanses of pale skin bulged through where seams were splitting, but before she could watch her panties fail entirely, her expanding belly swelled over the waistband.
Catherine’s lower body continued to bloat and thicken, and she was acquiring a definite pear shape. She looked faintly absurd, standing precariously on two bloated little legs, oddly proportioned compared to the rest of her bulk. By now she could only see her reflection below the shoulders—her increasing height had put her head above the mirror— and though her upper body didn’t swell in proportion to her thickening midsection and by-now expansive thighs and ass, her breasts still grew well beyond the abilities of her bra and shirt. With a POPPOPPOP of snapping straps, her bra fell away, and her bloated breasts flopped out from under the shirt as it rose higher. Her flabby upper arms shredded the sleeves of the loaner shirt, but Catherine didn’t see that in the mirror, because by now her head was pressing against the bedroom ceiling and cracking the drywall.
A moment later her growth stopped, and Catherine let out a sigh of relief she didn’t know she had been holding. Toward the end there she hadn’t been entirely sure she wasn’t going to outgrow the house. She took a few steps back from the mirror so she could see more of her new body.
Catherine whistled softly as she backed up and saw more of herself. She had known something like this would be the result of her research, but knowing it conceptually, even modeling it on a computer and testing it on rats, was a lot different than seeing it in the flesh. Hundreds and hundreds of pounds of flesh. Hundreds and hundreds of pounds of her flesh.
She was over 8 feet tall and probably close to that wide across her hips and lower belly. Each one of her thighs probably weighed as much as her entire body used to. She twisted around and observed an ass that could probably crumple a washing machine— with each cheek. But above her vast, flared out midsection, her body tapered up, leaving her indeed with a bloated pear-shape.
She had lost her underwear at some point; it sat in a shredded heap between her feet. Her bulk, though, didn’t really allow anything to be seen. Farther up, the remnants of her borrowed shirt still valiantly clung to her torso, but didn’t really do much to address her modesty…if she had cared about that, and Catherine was slightly surprised to discover she didn’t. Her fat breasts hung out from under the shirt, and the tattered hem wrapped around her chest right above her dark, swollen nipples. She slapped her vast belly and watched as the expanse of flab rippled and jiggled. It was kind of hypnotic, and it felt pretty good, too. All in all, it was an interesting outcome. It wasn’t something she wanted to live with, of course, but that was what the counter agent was for. Until then Catherine could have some fun with Tina…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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