This choice: Juniper sleeps through her growth. • Go Back... Juniper fried up some tofu and rice, a lot more than she typically needed. She felt ravenous, or even something beyond that. Juniper felt a hunger in her stomach that she hadn't had since she was a teenager with growing pains. So, instead of the typical 1 cup per serving, Juniper rinsed and drained 3 whole cups of basmati rice to feed herself, along with the entire block of tofu.
After around 30 minutes of cooking for herself, she threw herself onto the couch to binge-watch Netflix once again. She sunk right into the cushions, covered herself in a thin grey blanket, and began to shovel huge spoonfuls of rice and tofu into her maw. Before she could even choose a show to watch she was finished with the large bowl.
Through the relaxing combination of the hot shower, loose but thick sweats and matching top, hot food, and the couch that even baby bear would say is too soft. Juniper fell asleep quite abruptly, she fell asleep so fast that she was still holding the remote pointed at the TV.
The sleep that Juniper fell into was deep. So deep that she did something she never usually did, she snore, and loudly. Deep in the machinations of her brain, Juniper dreamt of great big things. She dreamt of finally getting her PHD and travelling around the world studying all sorts of biology. In her dreams she is walking along with her entourage of science pals, she stand in the middle as she is the most important, and everyone always asks her opinion or advice and she loves it.
As she is speaking to her peers she notices that she is now looking at the forehead of her friend who should be around 6'2", significantly taller than her own 5'8" stature. She looks down and realizes that she can't see the ground or her feet over her heaving breasts. She looks up and around as her friends are only coming up to her knee now. She yells "What the hell is going on?!"
In the real world, Juniper mumbles something inaudible through snores. Her legs begin to stretch longer until her bare feet are off the couch. Her respectable B cup breasts begin to fill like balloons on a hose. Stretching her loose top to the point where the material around her puffy brown nipples becomes see-through. Her torso stretches longer as she reaches somewhere around 6'6" and her hips widen until her ass, which itself has inflated so much that her lower back is a few inches from touching the cushions, is near falling off the couch.
The seams on once loose, now skin tight, sweats were popping stitches as her ass flesh strained the relationship between the front and back of her pants. Her shirt has already found itself ridden up to, what used to be her underboob but found itself caught on the way up by the mounds on her chest that used to be her cute little Bs. Now they resembled something closer to basketballs and her way too small shirt was only barely able to cover them, leaving her stomach which had also been affected now showing tone and a hardness that wasn't there before. A few seconds later her tits, that felt like the only word to call them now, tore the shirt right down the front middle and her massive mammaries each fell lightly to the right and left side of her torso.
Her sweats now resembled capris that someone had worn everyday for years as they finally tore all the way down her legs, giving her thick and powerful thighs air to breathe.
There she lay now, in a pile of shredded clothes with a blanket that felt more like a small quilt trying it's best (and failing) to still keep her warm.
With her legs, arms, ass, and head now hanging over the couch she stirs awake, groggy, a bit more tired than when she fell back onto the couch. Not really too perceptive thanks to being tired, when she sits up she fails to notice her ass taking up the entire middle cushion while spilling out onto the left and right ones, as well as how her knees reach well above the coffee table and when she spreads them to stretch, their length goes far past each arm of the couch.
It's only when she stands up and her head slams hard into the ceiling tiles that she notices something off. Her ceiling is 12 feet tall, she should absolutely not even come close to hitting her head against it. That's when she looks down and notices how far away the ground seems to be, not that she can see much of it over her very generous new endowment. She rubs her hands over them and gives them a squeeze just to make sure they're real. The pressure from her hands rubbing over her nipples along with the squeeze cause her to get warm between the legs. Way more sensitive than before, she thinks.
Instead of being freaked out like most people would, Juniper is a woman of science, and as such she loves to hypothesize and experiment.
Her hypothesis: the nipples are much more sensitive, so it's safe to assume that other parts of her would be as well. Such as the clitoris.
Her proposal: waltz into her room and shove the biggest dido she had (she had many) into her while rubbing her clit with intense intent.
So she left the living room for her experiment.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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