Giantess Growth Stories Novels & Stories

The black longsword cut through several buildings with each strike, but Wilbur remained unharmed thanks to his light shield. Wilbur soon began to analyze the giant's combat prowess. The giant grew rapidly in just a few minutes, reaching a height of fifty meters, then seventy meters, and ultimately stopping at a staggering height of one hundred meters.

I’d missed him more than was legally possible… so much that every night I dreamt of him, fantasized about him. I pulled back and rolled my eyes, channeling every ounce of attitude I could muster, “You can’t keep carrying me around like that, Gabriel. I’m a woman now, not a baby you can just toss in the air.” “Could’ve fooled me,” he teased, that infuriating grin still in place. “You’re still the same height you were at eighteen.” “I grew an inch and a half, thank you very much.” “An inch and a half,” he repeated, his eyes dancing with amusement. “My mistake. Clearly you’re a giant now.”

I smiled. “Would you like me to help?" Praisely asked Gina, who nodded her head, before Praisely fed her. Before everyone could even finish their food my plate was empty. My eating habits were getting wild, but I wasn't seeing any weight gain. I was still tiny. Not even my breasts had grown big. I made my way upstairs and was about to go take a shower when I received a call from an unknown person. I was at first hesitant about taking it but finally did.

I held her hand pulling her upstairs while she rambled non-stop about her stay in Canada and how thrilled she was to work on her project there. We stopped as we got to the living room. I wanted to show her all the pictures of Bella we took from the day she was born until now. “Oh my god, look at you!” Her eyes shone with excitement as she assessed me. “You’re literally glowing!” I laughed, feeling a bit nervous. “You’re just being generous. I’ve seen what I look like.” I was no longer slim. Gone was my flat tummy, I now had a pouch covered in stretch marks and rolls at my back, and my boobs? They'd gone from a B-cup to a 34 DD, I can't make this shit up.

She was simply present—a woman who had built something real and was learning to trust that it was real enough to hold without her constant maintenance. She began with a story. Her young self, terrified and constrained, convinced that there was only one way to live a life and that she’d failed to do it right. She talked about the hunger for something different, and the slow accumulation of courage to reach for it. She talked about Nikolai and Dmitri and Alexei, and how they’d each had to do their own work of questioning and becoming. She talked about the children, and how they’d reflected her growth back to her, how they’d pushed her to be braver than she wanted to be. She talked about the re

Linda, a 34-year-old divorced mother, had always been self-conscious about her body. Her green eyes and blonde hair were her best features, but her tiny frame and fake breasts left her feeling inadequate. Desperate for a change, she decided to join a gym, hoping to boost her confidence and attract a new man.

But rest assured, I have a lot of stories about her, too. ***** The year I turned eighteen, my body decided to make up for lost time. It was like something finally clicked, and I began to change from a girl into a young woman almost overnight. I grew a few more inches, and I developed soft curves, finally filling out from the scrawny, frame I'd been stuck with for so long. I was still under a hundred pounds, but I no longer looked like a little kid. The best part was how my breasts developed. I had been terrified I'd end up flat-chested, but instead, I'd been given my mother's genetics, and I was secretly thrilled.

Atarah got home into the large estate of her father's home, she went straight to her room and rested on the bed with a sigh. She fingered her golden necklace which ended with a small silver pearl suspended in between her cleavage, it was an odd feeling but, anytime that pearl touched her chest. Her body tingles for a moment, it was something that she had grown used too. She stood up with a jerk and walked over to the mirror, she was going to be nineteen soon and she unquestionably wanted to explore the human world.

Darryl was really worried. Sheryl, on the other hand, appeared normal and was waiting for the effect to take effect. Crack, crack, crack… Sherly's body made a bone-cracking sound a few seconds later. Her body began to grow as a result. Her head had reached the ceiling in the blink of an eye. Her body measured nearly three meters in length. She grew into a colossus. Darryl saw her naked body exposed in the air after her dress was shredded into pieces.

She really saluted her system for being scheming in its own way even though she was the one that accepted most of the mission and made decisions. After copulating with the two guys, her cultivation increased again and after meditating when she returned to Dielas in her virtual space, her ore became bigger like a tennis ball which was a great improvement from being golf. She hasn’t even started using the spirit stones she took from the mountain, she had this intuition that by the time she was done with those crates she will be making a breakthrough and by then she would be of great help to her men. She was already at a stage that others took hundreds of years to reach and yet for her it only