Part 1

“Huh, that’s just the weirdest thing,” Olivia muttered, staring closely at the little wooden totem that her parents had recently purchased at a garage sale. The 5’9 brunette shifted her weight slightly, her D-cup breasts jiggling slightly against her clothes. She had just gotten home for Christmas break; the college sophomore had actually found herself getting a little homesick this term, and she was happy to be home. She was an English major, and had hopes to become a librarian after graduating college. In fact, over this year’s Christmas break, she was due to begin an internship at her local library, which would prove to be valuable “in the field” experience for her library science graduate degree a few years down the line.

Right now, though, her attention was fixed on the small carving in her hand, which was reminiscent of Mount Rushmore, except that instead of the heads of four US presidents, a single female head had been carved into the “mountain” of wood. After studying it for a few more moments, she looked up at her parents, exclaiming:

“It really does look like me!”

“That’s why we got it!” nodded Janet, Olivia’s mother. At 5’6, Janet wasn’t exactly short for a woman, but her daughter had outgrown her a few years before. “Paul and I saw it and we were like, oh my god, that thing has Livy’s face on it!”

“It’s actually kinda creepy,” muttered Olivia, putting it back on the mantelpiece. “It’s like someone carved it while they were looking at a picture of me or something.”

“Maybe it was made by an old witch living out in the swamp outside of town,” joked Paul, coming up behind his wife, “And she’s trying to cast a spell on our daughter.” He made his hands go up and down and side to side, like he was conjuring up something. “Livy will get straight A’s on her exams before Christmas Breeeaakkkk…!”

“Oh knock it off dad!” laughed Olivia, shaking her head. She had gotten her height from her father, who was a full 6’0, three inches taller than her. Olivia was happy to be 5’9, but she was also glad that her dad was still a good deal taller than her. In this way, she was still “daddy’s little girl,” and knowing that she was made her feel happy and secure.

She turned back to the totem, tilting her head, looking at it closely. “Still, though...it is strange…” She felt a sudden pull towards the totem, and before she knew it, she had reached out her hand to touch it again one last time. What felt like a jolt of electricity went through her body, and she stiffened up and jerked her hand back.

“Shit!” she yelled.

“What?!” asked Janet, concerned. “What happened??”

“Damn thing shocked me!” Olivia said, shaking her hand out in the air.

“Huh, well, it’s wood, so that doesn’t make sense,” mused Paul. “Guess it must be that static-y carpet under the mantelpiece that I’ve been trying to convince your mother to get rid of for years now.” He winked at Olivia, who grinned back.

“Now you know that carpet was a gift from my Aunt Marge,” began Janet, “Who isn’t with us anymore, so, like I’ve said ten thousand times before, that isn’t up for debate!”

The family’s conversation quickly moved on to other things, and they all forgot about Olivia’s brief little “shock.” But the totem had already done its work.

Upon waking up the next morning, Olivia realized that she felt...well, a little “off,” especially when she put her clothes on. Her jeans were definitely tighter than usual, and her bra and shirt hugged her breasts a little more than they usually did. Coming into the kitchen for breakfast, she found herself nearly eye-to-eye with her dad.

‘Hm, coulda sworn he was a little taller,’ Olivia thought to herself. She found similar thoughts popped into her head when Janet stood up from the table, and Olivia noticed that her 5’6 mother looked noticeably shorter than she had before.

Her thoughts were confirmed later that morning during a routine physical, that Olivia always got around this time of year before Christmas.

“Alright Olivia you are.. 5’11!” chirped the nurse, typing the result into her computer file. Olivia frowned slightly, not out of unhappiness with the measurement, but rather out of slight confusion.

‘I thought I was 5’9!’ she said to herself. But a few moments later she simply shrugged and didn’t think much more of it, chalking it down to one of those late growth spurts young women sometimes got.

Since it was a nice brisky, sunny Saturday, Olivia then decided to go on a bike ride. She enjoyed biking around the city, and as she felt the wind whip through her hair, she wasn’t able to avoid feeling like she was able to bike faster than usual, all while getting less tired. But all these were just brief little thoughts that vaporized out of her mind almost as soon as she had them.

Later on that day, after showering, and before going down for dinner, she looked at herself in the mirror.

“Damn!” she muttered out loud, “I’ve got some abs!” She admired her faint 6-pack in the mirror, turning this way and that, flexing and unflexing her stomach as she admired her muscles. She didn’t recall having such a defined stomach before, but hey, she was an active girl, after all! Why shouldn’t she have the muscles to show for it?

A few minutes later, at the dinner table, Olivia noticed that her entire body was tingling. The feeling was not altogether unpleasant (it felt rather nice, actually, if she was being honest), but she didn’t really know what was going on. But she didn’t think much of it, and proceeded to chow down on the lasagna Janet had made.

“You sure are hungry this evening, Livy,” observed Janet, impressed.

“The girl needs to replenish all those calories she burned biking 15 miles around the city,” laughed Paul.

“Yeah, I guess I really worked up an appetite when I -- ooops! Sorry!” She had accidentally knocked over her water glass, and even though the spill was easily contained, Olivia glanced askance at her glass. She wasn’t usually clumsy; she was sure that it hadn’t been so close to her arm before. And her clothes! They felt even tighter still! In fact, whenever she moved, she could actually hear her bra and t-shirt straining to contain her...and the hips and butt of her jeans as well.

When dinner was over and everyone stood up, Olivia noticed it: she and her father were definitely the same height now. There was no denying it. Still, though, Olivia just shrugged it off, not thinking any more about it. When she was helping with dishes, her mother glanced over at her and remarked:

“Hey Livy, let me come with you this week sometime and go shopping for some new clothes. I think you’ve outgrown those you have on.”

“Huh? Oh...oh yeah, ok, thanks,” she muttered. She paused in her dishwashing for a moment and stared down at her tight clothes, momentarily puzzled. But then Paul started cracking jokes about “the sophomore 15” and she became caught-up in witty banter with her dad and forgot all about how tight everything felt. She did, however, decide to sleep naked that night, since her pajama pants were way too tight around her waist, and hugged her thighs in an annoying way.

By the next day, Sunday, Olivia had reached 6’2. At this point, though, it was clear that she wasn’t the only one growing. Janet had gained 3 whole inches overnight, rising up to 5’9, Olivia’s old height. No one seemed to notice, though, and the family carried on like everything was normal. The only exception, though, was that Janet decided that this day would be perfect for her and Olivia to go clothes shopping, since she was having difficulties with tight clothes as well.

“Stupid bra,” muttered Janet, trying to readjust her own clothes as she drove Olivia to the mall. “My boobs are so squished they hurt!”

“God, you’re telling me!” returned Olivia, looking down at her F-cups, which were actually spilling out of her D-cup bra.

The mother-daughter shopping spree was a success, and they returned home wearing slightly skimpier clothing than they were used to.

“Oh I’m sorry,” quipped Paul, who was lounging on the sofa watching TV as they entered, “The brothel is actually two houses down.”

“Hahaha, very funny dad,” smiled Olivia sarcastically, turning around and showing off her new short, form-fitting skirt, which only came about halfway down her full thighs (which were beginning to look decidedly more strong and toned). “Mom said it suited me -- what do you think?”

“It’s lovely...of course I was just kidding,” chuckled Paul, “And Janet...wow -- I haven’t seen you look so good since that holiday party last year!”

“Why thank you dear!” Janet replied, blushing, as she did a twirl of her own in a pair of form-fitting black dress pants that showed off her curves. Paul stood up and did a little waltz with her, while Olivia watched and laughed.

‘But wasn’t dad a little taller than mom?’ she thought briefly, ‘They don’t look all that different to me now...huh, oh well! Whatever!’

Olivia enjoyed the pasta dinner they ate that night, but the only problem was that there wasn’t enough. She ate two heaping plate-fulls, and had been on the way to get thirds when Janet informed her regretfully that, in fact, SHE had taken the last helping a minute before.

“Oh...uhh…that’s ok,” said Olivia, “I’ll just...hmmm...I’ll eat something else, then?”

“Goodness, you two sure are chowing down tonight!” laughed Paul. “I’ve gotta be careful or I’m gonna be the runt of the house before long!”

Olivia tossed and turned in her sleep more than usual that night, and even though she didn’t wake up, her dreams were peppered with images of knocked-over nightstands and broken lamps. Upon waking the next day, Monday, she saw why -- in her sleep, she had apparently thrown her arms and legs around, and had knocked over both night stands, breaking the lamps that had been on top of them. Even more noteworthy, though, was the fact that she was now 6’3, although, like the previous day, she didn’t seem to notice anything, and neither did her parents. Olivia barely even noticed that Janet was 5’11 (only 1 inch shorter than her dad) before she was out the door, on her way to her first day at her library internship. Her other skirt that she had bought the day before felt uncomfortably tight, and her breasts felt mighty tight in the F-cup bra that she had bought too. But she brushed her discomfort away, chalking it down to nerves.

‘And anyway,’ she thought, catching a glimpse of her reflection in a window as she strode down the sidewalk toward the library, ‘So what if they’re a little tight? I look all hot and curvy in these clothes!’

“Whoaaaa!” exclaimed Silas, the other library intern Olivia was working with, when he saw her. Silas was “only” 5’8, and, with Olivia wearing her 2-inch pumps (making her 6’5), the top of his head only came up to the bottom of her chin.

“Heh, hello there,” Olivia grinned. She felt a little self-conscious being ogled at like this, but at the same time, she felt a flush of pleasure rush through her. It felt good to be attractive.

“Well I guess you won’t need help reaching the high places!” Silas laughed, although he stopped himself from speaking further as his face blushed beet-red.

“Haha oh god no,” Olivia chuckled, staring up at the massive 10-foot-high bookshelves, “I may be taller than you, but...heheh, I’d have to be a LOT taller to reach THOSE books, way up there on the top!”

For the rest of the day, the two interns learned the intricacies of this particular library -- each bookshelf had 10 stacks, and each one was exactly a foot tall. Olivia could reach the eighth stack on her tiptoes, much to Silas’s amazement.

“Haha, you like that, huh?” Olivia chuckled, handing him a biography of Beethoven that she had fetched from the 8th shelf.

“Wow...a biography!” said Silas, looking up at her with wide eyes, “I need the ladder to reach the biography section!”

“Haha well, instead of taking the trouble to pull the ladder all the way over here,” Olivia smiled, taking the book back and returning it to its position on the shelf, “You can just ask me to get whatever you need! But only on the 8th shelf and below, because, see? I can’t reach the 9th shelf, even on my tiptoes.”

“Well, a girl can dream!” laughed Silas awkwardly, but then quieted down, feeling like he was being too obviously flirty. Olivia grinned down, taking pity on him and choosing not to leave him hanging.

“Let’s take a lunch break, why don’t we?” she proposed, smiling.

But even as the two of them ate their lunch, talking and laughing, Olivia could tell that something still didn’t feel quite right. Her clothes and shoes were definitely starting to feel more and more uncomfortable, and during a quiet spell in the conversation, when they were both eating, Silas cocked his head to the side, like he was listening to something.

“What’s that?” he asked suddenly.

“What’s what?” replied Olivia. She had easily polished off the two sandwiches her dad had made her, and she was staring at her empty lunch bag, wishing that he had packed her a couple more.

“That sound…” Silas whispered. “You hear it?”

Olivia listened, and she heard it: the sound of stretching fabric. It was coming from her breasts…no, wait, it was coming from her skirt…no, it was coming from her shoes! But the more she listened, the more Olivia realized that it was coming from all those places at once. She felt a tightness throughout her chest, and, looking down, she saw that her boobs were literally spilling out of her F-cups. Silas was watching the whole thing, and his eyes were as big as dinner plates.

“Uhhhhgh!” groaned Olivia, pushing back her chair so that she could stretch out her limbs for a little relief. “Everything’s just so…tight!”

At the word “tight,” she reached up, stretching her arms, as she extended her legs to stretch them out as well. All at once, the act of stretching and flexing her limbs caused her body to expand even more, pushing her clothes to their breaking point. Her bra broke, causing her now-H-cup-tits to bounce and expand, dangerously straining the confines of her black top, and causing its fabric to stretch audibly. At the same time, her skirt began to tear down the sides of her expanding hips. Two long tear-lines became clearly visible, only lengthening and thickening the more she grew. The tops of her shoes, which had likewise been strained to their breaking point, could take no more pressure, and one by one, they broke open, and her toes poked straight out of the front as the tops of her bare feet pushed through the torn leather.

“Aaaaaah!” sighed Olivia, lowering her arms at laast, “That feels much better.” Upon lowering her arms, though, it became immediately clear to her that her clothes were now completely ruined. She sat there in her chair for a few long moments, staring confusedly down at herself, like she was trying to make sense of everything.

“Damn, my clothes are all messed up again!” she complained at last. “What’s with all this!? I can’t seem to find anything that’ll fit me longer than a day or two!”

She fixed Silas with a regretful smile and sighed, shrugging her shoulders at him.

“Guess I’ll have to force my mom to take me shopping again, huh, Silas?”

“I…guess so,” he replied, also seeming to briefly struggle with some confusion. He was still blinking in wonder at her enlarged body, which now towered over him even more than it had before.

“And is it just me,” Olivia continued, glancing down at her seat, “Or is this chair a whole lot smaller? Haha, I mean, I barely fit my fat butt into it before, but look at it now! I mean, are you seeing this, Silas?”

There was no question that he was – Silas was staring straight down to where Olivia was pointing: her ass was noticeably hanging over not one, but both sides of the chair. It wasn’t just a little bit, either – there was a good two or three inches of excess ass on either side of the seat. Both of them stared for a few silent moments, and then looked up, made eye contact, and broke into laughter.

“Heheheh, I mean, these chairs were obviously made for someone like you!” Olivia laughed, pointing down to Silas’s butt. “See!? Plenty of room on either side, no problem, hahaha!”

“Haha you’re right, Olivia!” laughed Silas, still staring in wonder at the bare flesh of Sophie’s upper ass, which had burst through her torn skirt just moments before. “You’re right!”

Later that evening, at dinner, Olivia had worked her way through four helpings of beef stroganoff that Janet had made, and was about to ask for a fifth, when the sound of cracking wood sounded out into the dining room.

“Wonder what that could be?” mused Paul aloud. “Maybe I should go up and check the attic?”

“No dear, I don’t think it’s in the attic,” observed Janet carefully. “I think it’s coming from closer by…somewhere in this room.”

All three of them were listening intently to the sound, but they couldn’t quite tell where it was coming from. Janet had almost kept pace with Olivia, chowing down on three whole portions, and Paul was still halfway through his first. Still, though, no one seemed to have noticed that anything was different…at least as far as their appetites were concerned. Just like earlier, in the library, Olivia’s big ass was hanging out over both sides of her chair. Janet’s ass, though not nearly as big, wasn’t looking too small now, either. It completely filled a seat that, just a few days before, had extended out far on either side of her when she sat down.

“I think it’s coming from behind me,” decided Olivia, “Maybe it’s the china cabinet? Here, I’m gonna go get another helping and I’ll check it out when I’m passing byyyyyyyyy!”

Her last word came out in a long, crescendoed exclamation, because as she braced herself to rise out of her chair, the weight of her expanding body pressing into the chair proved too much for it to handle. Both arms broke off, and the legs splintered in surrender. Olivia fell straight down onto the floor, landing directly on her butt. For several seconds she sat there, dazed, as her parents stared down at her. Everyone seemed confused.

“Oh honey!” declared Janet after a brief silence, “Are you ok?”

“Fine…just fine,” Olivia grunted, dusting herself off. “My tiny-ass chair isn’t, though…haha!”

“You can say that again,” chuckled Paul, blinking in amazement as the shattered remnants of the chair scattered all around her.

“Here, let me help you up, darling,” offered Janet, and she stood up to help her daughter. In the act of standing, though, Janet’s ass became lodged in between the arms of her chair, and when she stood up, the chair went with her, completely stuck to her butt.

“Oh what in the world!?” exclaimed Janet, turning around to look at her big ass. “Seriously!?”

“Well, like I’ve been saying, dear,” Paul laughed, “Jennifer Lopez doesn’t have anything on you.”

“Ha ha very funny Paul,” grunted Janet, bracing her hands against her chair as she tried to pry it off her butt. After several attempts, though, it was clear that more force was required than she was willing to give at the moment, and she simply sat back down, breathing hard and shaking her head.

“Damn!” she muttered. “How on earth did I manage to sit down in the first place?”

“Don’t worry, mom,” Olivia declared, having stood up and dusted herself off. “Here, I’ll get you another helping.”

“Oh, Liv?” Paul ventured from his seat, as he watched his daughter’s huge, swaying ass and hips pass by him, several inches over his head. Olivia turned back his way.

“Hmm?”

“Uhh…your other skirt,” Paul said, pointing at her hips, “The new one you put on when you got home from work? The biggest one you have?”

“Yeah?” asked Oliva, glancing down. Then she saw it, and she felt her brows crease together in confusion.

“Mhm, yeah…” Paul declared, smiling regretfully, “Torn straight down both hips again. I think you two are gonna need to go on another little shopping spree.”

“Yeah, like…tomorrow morning,” said Janet firmly, shaking her head.

The next day (after shopping with Janet for still-bigger clothes), Olivia was busy shelving books in the higher shelves. Silas was doing his best not to watch her too often, but it was hard to keep his eyes off her. Olivia had shown up to work wearing an even skimpier black dress than the day before, with a deep-purple spaghetti-strap top to go along with it. Her long, shapely, delicious legs were impossible to ignore, especially with her wearing those delectable 4-inch heels. Even without the heels, Olivia had already shot up to an astounding 6’8, so that with the heels, she stood at a towering 7’0.

“Heheh, you’re jealous I can reach so high, aren’t you?” she teased him, right after she had caught him staring at her for the fifth time that morning.

“N-no! I…I, uh…w-well,” he stammered, his face breaking into a sheepish smile, “Maybe a little…”

“You’re impressed I can easily reach the biography section now?” she continued, “Without even standing on my tiptoes? I mean, I’ve got these heels, but still.”

“Yeah…yeah, uhm…v-very…impressed,” he murmured, staring up at her. Olivia grinned and turned back to her work. One large pile of books remained to be filed, and all of them were from the “Reference” section, which was all the way on the 9th shelf, a full 9 feet off the ground. Olivia fancied a go at it, and she grabbed one of the books (which was quite large and heavy) and stretched her arm up. She could just barely make the book skim the edge of the shelf, but even with her heels on, she couldn’t quite reach high enough.

“Damn it,” she muttered, “Come on…just a little…higher…”

Silas was watching, and his eyes suddenly widened, and his mouth dropped open. Olivia was growing again. There could be no mistake about it – her growth was as clear as day against the stationary bookshelves. He saw her stretching, stretching…reaching for that 9th shelf, and he couldn’t help but blink in sheer amazement as he saw her entire body burgeoning, lengthening, and rising, rising, up, up, up…taller and taller, until she was able to slide the book comfortably into its place on the correct shelf.

“Ahhh, there we go!” exclaimed Olivia happily, coming back down off her tiptoes and “dusting” her hands off on each other. “I knew I could do it! Just needed that extra little tip-toe boost!”

“Y-you…” stuttered Silas, pointing from her to the shelf.

“Huh?” Olivia asked, turning back towards him. “I what?”

“You just…y-you just filed away a reference book!” breathed Silas in awe, “On the…ninth shelf!”

“Heheh, uh, yeah?” she chuckled. Without even standing on her tiptoes this time, she took another big, heavy book in one hand and, quite easily, filed it away on the 9th shelf. “And?”

Silas could only blink and stare in a combination of awe and confusion. Olivia enjoyed his gawking for a few moments longer until she returned to her work, chuckling to herself. But the skirt around her hips and ass was feeling uncomfortably tight, and come to think of it, her boobs felt super-constricted too…and so did her feet.

‘Humph…’ she thought, ‘Still can’t get comfortable clothes…I wonder how mom’s doing?’ Little did she know that, right then, she was 7’0 barefoot, and Janet was 6’9…and it was only Tuesday.

By Wednesday morning at breakfast, Olivia had reached an astounding 7’4, with Janet not too far behind at 7’0. The two of them were shoveling down gigantic portions of eggs and bacon (and Paul was having his customary light bowl of oatmeal), when Olivia’s aunt, Tabitha, paid the house a visit. Tabitha was Janet’s older sister, and with a personality larger than life. But when she walked in through the door, though, everyone immediately saw that her physique had finally caught up with her aura. Tabitha was absolutely stacked, with thick hips, a huge ass, and J-cup breasts that were positively bursting out of her skimpy top. Most conspicuously, she was a full 7’9, making Olivia feel small for once.

“Well how’s everyone doing?” boomed Tabitha, having to duck underneath the door frame to keep from demolishing it as she walked through.

“Oh you know, same as always, sis!” laughed Janet, “Hogging all the food so that all poor Paul can manage is a little bowl of oatmeal!”

“It’s all I need, honey!” chuckled Paul.

“Hahaha well he HAS always been a bit of a SHRIMP, hasn’t he?” laughed Tabitha loudly, bringing her huge hand slapping down affectionately on Paul’s back. Olivia noted that Tabitha’s hand was so enormous that it almost covered the top of her dad’s back completely.

“And Livy!” continued Tabitha, coming around to give Olivia a hug, “The big new intern girl! Down at the library, I hear?”

“Yep!” nodded Olivia proudly, hugging her aunt, nearly matching the size and strength of her aunt’s grip with her own. “They’ve got me working hard!”

“Any cute boys you’ve met there?” inquired Tabita suggestively, arching her eyebrow. “Any tiny little nerds who need help reaching the top shelf?”

“Heheh, wellll…” Olivia chuckled, “There is a pretty cute little guy there…”

“Oh?” asked Tabitha, intrigued, as she sat herself down at the table and helped herself to a heaping portion of bacon. Unfortunately for her, the chair beneath her only lasted for several seconds before it shattered into dozens of pieces, sending Tabitha’s huge ass straight down into the floor. When it hit, the whole house shook.

“Ooooh sis, I’m sorry!” exclaimed Tabita, jumping up with shocking dexterity and beginning to clean up all the pieces of the chair. “Sometimes I forget how most furniture is made for little people like your husband.”

“Heheh, yeah, you are pretty tiny, dad,” Olivia chuckled, making Paul smile. It didn’t take long for Tabitha to clean up her mess, and she held all the shards of the chair in one hand, flexing her gigantic 25-inch bicep a few times, just to show off.

“Damn, Tab!” Paul laughed, “I guess I can’t really complain when you clean up like that!”

“Well with guns like these…” chuckled Tabitha. She turned to Olivia. “Say, Liv – why don’t you give yours a flex? They’re lookin’ pretty good from up here!”

Blushing a little, Olivia leaned back in her chair and flexed her own biceps. At this exact moment, however, the mysterious energy of the totem rushed through all the women present, and many things happened at once. Janet’s shoes split down the middle, and her knees and thighs thudded into the underside of the breakfast table, upsetting the dishes, as she grew to 7’3. Tabitha’s J-cup breasts expanded into K-cups, completely overflowing her bra, and, after a few seconds, causing it to snap completely inside her straining top. In seconds, she had risen to an astounding 7’11.

But the changes in Olivia were the most pronounced. Immediately, the stylish short-sleeve top she had been wearing, which was already a little too tight, became unbearably tight. When she leaned back in her chair and flexed her biceps, her bulging muscles instantly tore through the fabric, shredding it like it was nothing. At the same time, the slightly-skimpy skirt she was wearing became a whole lot skimpier, shrinking more and more on her burgeoning, muscled thighs until it was barely even covering the top of her legs. Her knees hit the underside of the table as well, but unlike her mother’s, they simply kept growing, actually lifting the entire table up as they did so. Needless to say, her shoes were completely demolished as well as her size-17 feet burst out from the confining space.

“Oh…gosh!!” Olivia cried, as her chair collapsed in a pile of matchsticks. She was now 7’4, and weighed over 400 pounds of muscle and alluring curves. For several moments, everyone just sat there in silence. And then Paul spoke up, making everyone laugh:

“Well ladies, allow me to escort you to the Mall – looks like you all need some new clothes! You especially, Livy! I don’t think they’ll allow you in the library looking like that!”

The next day, Olivia had reached an incredible 8’1. The bigger she had become, the more risque her clothes had become, to the point where she was now wearing a skimpy skirt that hardly even covered the top of her thick, muscular thighs, and a tight crop top that left very little of her K-cup breasts to the imagination. Her 8-pack was plainly visible, and the rest of the library staff had a difficult job keeping their eyes off her gargantuan biceps, which had swelled to an eye-popping 28 inches. She now weighed 480 pounds.

Silas in particular was not able to stop staring up in awe at his gigantic intern-partner. Olivia could feel his eyes on her, and even though she wasn’t much keen on pursuing him as a partner, it did give her quite a bit of pleasure to catch him watching her over and over again. She began “performing” for him, easily reaching up to the top bookshelf to stack a book (10 whole feet off the floor!), and then watching his eyes go wide as she slowly, sexily, brought her arm aaaaaall the way up. It wasn’t just the height that impressed Silas – it was the books she was filing away too. Olivia had been put in charge of the reference books now, almost all of which were huge, 1,000-page-plus volumes that weighed at least 50 pounds, and some of them over 100. But she filed them all away easily, one-handed, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

“Heheh, impressed, little guy?” she quipped down at Silas after filing away The Complete Fauna of Australia. She flexed her giant bicep down at him, making him blink and gape. His head was even with the top of her legs, and he felt like he was looking up at a statue of a Greek goddess.

“Y-yeah…” he answered weakly, getting red in the face. “Th-that…that book is l-like…80 pounds!”

“Pssssh it was easy,” chuckled Olivia, wrapping her huge hand around a still-bigger book. “How about this one? It’s 100 pounds…20 pounds heavier! Wanna bet I can lift it up there too, one-handed?”

Part 2

Silas watched, mesmerized, as Olivia wrapped her massive hand around a thick tome, Comprehensive Guide to Rocks and Minerals, and lifted it high up to the top shelf. As she performed this impressive feat of strength, Olivia made sure to go slowly, in order that Silas would have plenty of time to ogle. She chuckled to herself, enjoying how comfortable she was teasing him. Now that she was now an 8’1 mini-giantess, she didn’t really feel self-conscious about showing off her size and strength.

“Oooop, you think I can reach all the way to the top shelf with this one?” she asked Silas, cocking a sexy eyebrow down at him. “This one’s even heavier than the last one!”

“I…I’m s-sure you can,” Silas replied, blushing mightily in the face of such a blatant display of strength. It wasn’t just the fact that if he stared straight forward, he was looking directly into the top of her skimpy skirt – Silas was taking in the whole picture of this gargantuan woman, who was so impressively muscled that even the slightest movement caused noticeable ripples in her toned 8-pack stomach, her large, wide shoulders, her robust forearms, and her bulging biceps. What’s more, Silas could tell that Olivia was showing off for him with her deliberately slow movements, and this intentionality of movement made her even more impressive and alluring.

“This one’s gotta weigh over 100 pounds,” Olivia continued, lowering the giant reference book down yet again, and lifting it up…then lowering it back down once more. Silas’s eyes popped – Olivia was doing one-arm curls with a book that weighed over 100 pounds, and she was doing it like it was nothing. Her forearm and bicep swelled even huger with the work, but Olivia’s smiling expression didn’t change; Silas could tell that she wasn’t even breaking a sweat. Slowly, she started to nod down at him.

“Uh-huh,” she chuckled, reading his mind, “I could do this all day, no problem. Haha, but since I’d be a bad employee if I just stood here curling books all day instead of putting them away…”

And here, she finally reached all the way up to the top shelf, depositing the book where it belonged. Silas blinked, with his mouth still open a little, making no secret of his desire to see his co-worker continue her extraordinary display of strength. One of the library supervisors walked by, staring up in unabashed awe at Olivia for a moment, before snapping out of their trance and asking whether Silas was making himself useful.

“Oh yes, he’s helping me,” Olivia replied sweetly, winking down at Silas. “He’s handing me books to put away.”

A minute later, Olivia was struggling to stifle a laugh as Silas lugged another 100-pound reference book over to her, having to use two hands as he staggered awkwardly under its weight.

“Why thank you, Silas,” Olivia intoned coolly, wrapping her palm around the book and lifting it up out of his grasp. “Such a helpful little guy!”

“Heh heh, uhh…anytime,” he chuckled, blushing again. But a moment later, he found himself again gazing in awe at what he was seeing. As Olivia reached up to file the book away, he could see that her head was actually rising up, up, and up over the shelves as she reached. She was growing taller – and a loud array of stretching and popping sounds made it clear that she wasn’t just getting taller…she was getting bigger too. The skimpy skirt that was wearing began to fray around her hips, and the large, smooth slabs of her thick thighs emerged even more out from under what had barely been keeping them at bay before. At the same time, her white crop top wasn’t doing much better at holding back her K-cup breasts, which were growing into L-cups right before Silas’s eyes. The crop top stretched so much that Silas could actually hear the fibers beginning to snap and pop, and he saw little flesh-colored lines appearing around Olivia’s shoulders and biceps – her muscles were literally starting to bulge through. Two loud rips provided an accompaniment; Olivia’s feet had split right through the top of her latest footwear. A minute later, once her spurt was finished, Olivia stood at 8’5, with 30-inch biceps bulging underneath a crop top and bra that were barely holding themselves together. Her rippled, washboard stomach looked stronger and more impressive than ever, and Silas saw it roll slightly as Olivia swallowed. She was briefly confused.

“Huh,” she mused out loud, looking down at her clothes, “Guess all this reaching isn’t great for my shirt…or my skirt…or my shoes…haha, god, again!? I can’t seem to fit into anything these days! What’s up with these stores and their tiny clothes, Silas?”

“I…I c-couldn’t say,” he replied. For an instant, he was as confused as she was, but a moment later they had both recovered. Olivia grinned down when she saw Silas ogling her, and proceeded to playfully strike a variety of poses, flexing her arms, then her legs, in a funny rendition of a bodybuilder displaying themselves. As she flexed, the tattered strands of her clothes popped and tore even more, and much of what she had been wearing dropped down to the floor in a heap at her feet.

“O-Olivia!” Silas stammered, his eyes going wide. “We’ve…we’ve got to get you some new clothes! You’re not supposed to be naked here at the library!”

“Yeah, well, do you have any giant quilts lying around?” Olivia joked. It was apparent that she was not the least bit concerned about her supposed predicament. She was 8’5, after all – what were they going to do?!

“N-no, but…but maybe I can take you clothes shopping!” Silas offered eagerly. He was obviously a nervous wreck at the moment, but Olivia felt a pleasant surge of warmth go through her body when she saw how eager he was for the opportunity to go out into the world with her.

“Awww, you’re a precious little thing, you know that?” Olivia smiled, blinking her eyelids down at him with voluptuous languor. “Ok then! It’s a deal!”

“M-Miss Olivia!!” cried the library supervisor, rounding a shelf of books and stumbling upon the naked, 8’5, amazonian hulk of a woman. “Y-you…you CANNOT be naked in the library!”

“Hahaha I know, I know!” laughed Olivia, waving off the supervisor’s dumbfounded horror. “And as it happens, Silas has been sooooo sweet and offered to take me shopping for new clothes! You’ll have to excuse us both for a couple hours, but we’ll be back as soon as we find something that fits! Come on Silas, let’s go!”

The supervisor watched, totally agape, as Olivia reached down and took Silas by the hand, leading him straight out of the library. She was so much taller than him that, with her big muscled arm extended all the way down, Silas still had to hold his hand up to his shoulder-height to actually grasp her hand. And the way that her mammoth hand swallowed his…well, it was eye-popping to say the least. At the size she was now, Olivia’s hand was a full 10.5 inches long, from her wrist to the top of her middle finger, and her palm was almost wide enough to accommodate Silas’s entire hand, fingers, palm and all.

A mighty crash shook through the building, and Silas jumped in place, terribly startled. He felt Olivia’s giant hand grip his even tighter.

“Oh…darn!” he heard her chuckle from far above. Looking up, Silas was amazed to see that Olivia had accidentally run her head right through the top of the doorframe of the tall library front doors. The frame itself looked completely busted – her head was so hard and powerful that it had splintered right through the wood, leaving it cracked and caved in beyond repair.

Olivia glanced down at Silas, made big eyes at him, and shrugged, chuckling, as if to say, ‘Oooops…ohhh well!’

Silas could hardly believe it – those library doors were just…HUGE. They were unnaturally tall, since the average door frame was only around 6’8 or so. And even still, Olivia had busted right through it, without even meaning to.

Still giggling a little from her own clumsiness, Olivia proceeded through the entrance, taking Silas with her. This time, she actually made an attempt at ducking under the frame, but it didn’t end up doing much good. She may have accounted for her head, but she hadn’t appreciated just how jacked and heavily-muscled her back had become. In the process of ducking down, she ended up accidentally raising her upper back into the door frame, which smashed right through it even more, finishing the entire door structure off for good.

*CRRRRAAASSSH*

With a deafening boom, the door frame gave way completely, buckling and splintering in on itself, so that the whole structure crumbled down into a pile at the library entrance. The huge door, which had been attached to the frame, came undone as well, and came clattering down on top of the pile with a loud bang. Olivia and Silas both turned back, with Silas gawking at the sheer power of this woman, and Olivia grinning from ear to ear, finding the whole thing quite funny.

“Heheh, you’d think they would have thought about that before they hired me, huh?” she laughed down to Silas. “I mean, how hard can it be to make the door frames higher, haha? I can’t go around stooped over all the time!”

“No, it would be bad for your posture!” Silas agreed, nodding vehemently up at her.

“Awww, it’s so sweet that I’ve got my own little knight taking me shopping!” trilled Olivia down at him, rubbing the side of his face with the back end of her gigantic hand. Silas couldn’t help but shiver in pleasure and close his eyes as he felt the heat from her hand radiating out onto his face. She was almost like a goddess to him now…a massive, powerful woman with 30-inch biceps, size 20 feet, nearly 11-inch hands, and thighs that were three times as thick as his entire waist.

“I’m so lucky!” Olivia cooed, as she proceeded along down the sidewalk, hand-in-hand with him. She knew that he wasn’t trying to “get with her” or anything like that – she was confident that they both knew that she was way, way too big for him. Having sex would be a safety issue for the poor little guy. But she truly appreciated the worshipful energy that Silas sent her way, and, for his part, he was basking in the fact that she found him cute. That, in and of itself, was more than enough for him.

Their impromptu outing to get Olivia new clothes proved to be quite eventful…and funny. To begin with, once they arrived at the busy mall, the incongruent twosome immediately became everyone’s focus. Women and men alike stopped to stare, but not so much because of Olivia’s height and muscles as because she was completely naked. Several older women were shaking their heads in obvious disapproval, while many other women were secretly jealous at how naturally and confidently this gigantic woman was carrying herself. A few young men snickered amongst themselves, with a couple even working up the courage to whistle at her.

“Th-they…they shouldn’t be doing that!” muttered Silas angrily.

“Huh?” asked Olivia pleasantly, who was appearing to enjoy the attention as they walked through the parking lot to the front door, “What’s that you’re saying, dear?”

“They shouldn’t be whistling at you!” Silas repeated, casting a series of indignant glances towards the teenagers, who stared back at him challengingly.

“You really are such a sweetheart,” Olivia giggled down at him, squeezing his hand with her massive paw, “But don’t worry about them, Silas. The attention is fun…let em’ look! And besides, what are they gonna do? Seduce me!? Haha they’re sooooo much smaller than one of my thighs!”

“Uh…eheh, y-yeah…yeah, ok,” nodded Silas, appreciating the reality of what she was saying, “I…um, you’ve got a point there.”

“Of course I do!” laughed Olivia, and just to prove it, she stopped at the front doors of the mall, turned around, and struck a bicep pose, taking care to flex her abs and thighs in the process as well. She weighed over 500 pounds now, and her biceps ballooned and flexed to their astounding 30-inch confines, with her thighs now pushing 80 inches each. Her rippled 8-pack looked like it was carved out of stone. The teenage boys had been following them at a distance, still snickering to each other, but once Olivia had turned around and flexed for them, they all stopped dead in their tracks. There was no way for them to hide how intimidated and overmatched they were, with her flexing like that.

Olivia grinned down at them, allowing a little smugness to curl her smile upward, while still retaining the amused sparkle in her eye.

“See, baby?” she chuckled down at Silas, “It’s all just fun and games, after all!”

“Yeah…” he agreed, marveling at how incredible her muscular body looked as she flexed.

“Alright, let’s get to it!” she exclaimed excitedly, turning around and stepping towards the doors. “I’m a girl on a mission – they’ve GOTTA have some clothes that’ll fit me in here!”

Olivia turned around and made a point to duck carefully under the entrance doorway, but even though she managed to duck her head low enough, her huge, curvy, heavily-muscled frame was too wide to fit through a single one of the doors. She felt her big shoulder press up against the top corner of the door frame, and even just this relatively small amount of pressure caused the frame to crack.

“Silas, dear?” asked Olivia, “I seem to be stuck…I could get through, but then I’m pretty sure I’d take the whole door with me! Apparently this mall is only for tiny little guys like you, haha! I think I may need your help in opening the –”

“Oh yeah! Yeah, of course!” Silas cried, enthusiastically springing forward. Olivia just barely muffled her giggle; it really was precious how eager he was to help. Silas bounded up to the twin doors and opened the second one, providing Olivia with enough space to actually walk through. In doing so, however, she accidentally got her other arm lodged against the second door, which couldn’t open all the way because of a mannequin stationed behind it. Obviously, the mall owners hadn’t planned on the second door needing to be opened that far, but that was the situation Olivia was in. Finding herself stuck yet again, she felt a touch of frustration, which she immediately expressed by gripping the top of the door and ripping it off its hinges with a single, powerful wrench of her massive hand. Silas stared up in awe (and a little bit of fear) as Olivia casually tossed the door off into a corner, while she chuckled a little at herself for her own outburst:

“Heheh, I really don’t mean to be a pain, but…haha, I mean come on, right?! With those tiny little doors, what else can they expect? Like, how else am I supposed to get inside?”

“E-Exactly!” Silas nodded, as he followed her into the store. “They really shouldn’t…uh, discriminate like that.”

“Thank you!” laughed Olivia, “Though of course I’ll be happy to pay for the damage – I’m not trying to be a pain here, just trying to exist, haha!”

They proceeded along through the store, earning the dumbfounded stares of everyone they passed. A few people muttered disapprovingly, apparently not happy about Olivia’s nudity, but none of them had the guts to confront her about it until the store manager worked up the courage and approached.

“Uhm…excuse me, ma’m?” she asked, obviously cowed but still speaking nonetheless, “You…you need to be wearing clothes in this store.”

“Mmhm, and that’s exactly why I’m here,” answered Olivia cheerily, smiling down on the manager. “My old clothes totally don’t fit me anymore.”

“B-But…be that as it may,” replied the manager, trying to maintain her composure, “You still need to be wearing –”

“And by “don’t fit,” I mean they’re a pile of shredded rags,” smiled Olivia, “Isn’t that right, Silas?”

“Yeah, uh, she…she doesn’t have anything to wear,” he said, nodding seriously as he continued to hold her gigantic hand. “She…there was an emergency at work.”

“And so my sweet, adorable little co-worker here offered to take me shopping!” Olivia beamed, and she pulled Silas into her, so that he was leaning up against the middle of her incredible body. The top of his head was even with her elbows, and didn’t even come up to the bottom of her hulking L-cup breasts, which actually hung over his head, forming a firm, fleshy awning that hid his entire body under their shadow. Smiling proudly, Olivia splayed her huge hand affectionately across Silas’s chest, covering the majority of his upper diaphragm with her enormous palm and fingers.

“I…uh…w-well…” stammered the manager, at a loss for what to say.

“So where can we find your best plus-sized women’s wear?” asked Olivia pleasantly, “And at this point it doesn’t matter if it’s revealing or not. To be honest, I don’t really care what people think about my body anymore, haha!”

“The, uhh…w-well, maybe you just…sh-should go look over there,” the manager said, pivoting to point over to the women’s section. It was clear that, at this point, she just wanted to get this gigantic woman in some kind of clothes, before the other customers started complaining.

“All right, thanks!” replied Olivia pleasantly, “Come on Silas…ohhh…! Oh you’re leading me now, huh?”

As soon as the manager had pointed them in the direction of the women’s section, Silas had taken it upon himself to start walking there, and as he was still holding hands with Olivia, it did actually look like he was the one “leading” her…at least for one step, that is. After the second step, she had completely caught up to him.

“I just…don’t want you to get in trouble, Olivia,” he whispered up to her anxiously as they walked. His nervous words made Olivia melt a little inside, and the inside corners of her eyebrows went up in reaction.

“Oh Silas,” she giggled, squeezing his hands in hers, “You really are the cutest little thing! You don’t have to worry – it’s not like I came in here to flaunt myself around, right!? And anyway, what’re they gonna do? Arrest me??”

“I, uh…I’m not sure they could,” Silas replied, as he nodded his head thoughtfully.

“Heheh, you think they could fit handcuffs around these wrists?” Olivia teased, tensing up her other hand a little to show off her muscular arm. “And even if they could, I’m preeeeetty sure I could break out of them!”

“Gosh…I’m glad you’re you,” Silas smiled, “And not…well…somebody else…somebody who would…y-you know…”

“What?” laughed Olivia, stopping for a moment, now that they had reached the women’s section.

“Uh…take advantage of their…you know…superiority,” Silas finished, a little sheepishly.

“Hahaha ohhhhh I see what you’re saying,” grinned Olivia, “Yeah no, no, none of that. I’m just like any other girl…I just wanna find some clothes that actually FIT me, hahaha!”

Silas had to laugh again at Olivia’s lighthearted humor. Her attitude reassured him in the midst of all the stares they were getting.

“Ok, ok, so…” Olivia began excitedly, releasing Silas’s hand and beginning to peruse the clothing selections, “Let’s see…I’m thinking something a little less…confining than the stuff I’ve been wearing recently, what do you think?”

“I…well, I just think you should wear…uhm…whatever’s most comfortable,” Silas replied. It was difficult for him to know what to say, since, as a typical library-type book nerd, his opinion had never really been sought after by girls, particularly girls as big, as in-shape, and as attractive as Olivia. Just watching her gigantic body flex and quiver with even the slightest movements made him weak in the knees.

“Hmmmm, I agree,” mused Olivia, as she continued to browse. She brushed aside entire lines of dresses, tops, and all the rest using only one finger, like it was nothing. “Let’s see…too small…too small…WAY too small, haha…you’d think they would have more selection, right? Especially at a big place like this!”

“You would, uhm…think so, yeah,” Silas nodded. His words were coming out in little mumbles, because he was distracted by the full, huge, titanic, and exquisitely-sculpted ass that was even with his chin. Olivia noticed his perfunctory reply and cast a glance down behind her. A knowing grin crept across her face.

“A little distracted, little guy?” she quipped amusedly, raising her eyebrow down at him.

“I…huh?” blinked Silas, taking a moment to process her question and then staring up at her blankly.

“Hmmhmm…totally distracted,” giggled Olivia, and she flexed the massive spheres of her incredible ass, bouncing them one by one, right under Silas’s face.

“Ooooo, what about this one!?” she cooed down at him, raising her right butt cheek up and making it bump and bob in a sexy twerk. “Oh! Oh! But how about this one!?” she teased, letting her right cheek drop just as she flexed the left cheek, causing it to shake and quiver, rising up to his eye-level. “Hahaha which one will he choose??” she continued to tease, now making both cheeks go up and down, up and down, with increasing speed, until Silas was going cross-eyed from the sheer eroticism of the display. He stumbled backward into a circular rack of clothes, nearly losing his balance completely.

“Haha I’m sorry Silas,” giggled Olivia, “I just can’t help myself sometimes – you’re so fun to play with!”

“Heheh…y-you’re…uhm, you’re…amazing,” was all Silas could say as he managed to straighten up.

“You’re too sweet,” smiled Olivia, “And ok – since we’re already in the biggest part of the plus-sized section, I guess this is all I’ve got to work with here.”

For the next couple minutes, she proceeded to parse through the biggest clothes available, choosing the ones she wanted to try on.

“Mmmmm…I think I like this one…and ohhh, this could be cute…I really like the turquoise color of this one…aaaaand maybe this top? Haha alright, time to go to the changing room!”

Silas followed in lock-step, but when they reached the changing room stalls, Olivia turned around and put a huge hand up in his face.

“Uh-uh! You can’t come into the stall with me, silly boy!” she grinned, shaking her huge finger at him. “Gotta give a girl some privacy!”

“Oh…ok,” replied Silas, smiling in the midst of his awe at Olivia’s joke. The next moment, she had carefully ducked her head (and back) down and disappeared into the stall.

“Wow, I didn’t even break anything going in!” came Olivia’s voice proudly from the stall. “I really am getting better about this!”

Silas could see that the changing room was vibrating. Occasionally, he saw the rounded top of her brunette head poking out over the top of the changing stall, but it would invariably duck back down as Olivia struggled to squeeze herself into her outfit.

“Oooof! Uhhhh, damn!” he heard her curse playfully, as her giant limbs continued banging into the walls.

“Having…a, uh…a hard time in there?” Silas ventured.

“Juussssst a little, heh,” Olivia replied. A little while later, after a good deal more bumping and banging, she very carefully emerged from the dressing room, sporting a pair of the skimpiest possible jean shorts and a red halter top that was being stretched to its absolute limits by her colossal breasts. Silas had to make an effort to keep his mouth from dropping open.

“So!” Olivia laughed, putting her hands on her 101-inch hips and swiveling back and forth, “Whaddya think? The top I’m thinking maybe not really…not sure if dark red is my color…but these shorts actually feel pretty good!”

Silas found that he couldn’t even answer. The sight of Olivia decked out in clothes again actually served to accentuate her size. The strained, tightened fabrics of the gigantically-sized clothes called attention to just how massive she was. Silas knew that he could have put his entire body into one of the leg holes of those jeans, multiplied it by 4, and still not come close to stretching the fabric like her thighs did.

“I’m taking that as a “thumbs-up,” then?” Olivia asked with a wink. Silas stood there staring blankly for a few moments, and then gave a silent “thumbs-up” as he nodded.

“Really!?” asked Olivia happily, still pivoting back and forth, “You really think it looks good?”

“O-Olivia,” Silas croaked, “You…I…you look amazing…I don’t think there’s anything you could, uh, could wear that would, uhm…change that.”

“Awww that’s the trouble with bringing sweethearts like you to the mall,” Olivia sighed cheerily, bending far down at her waist, with her hands still on her hips, so that she was staring Silas straight in the face. “They’re too nice to really give it to you straight!”

“I’m…I’m telling the truth, Olivia!” Silas stammered, his face reddening.

Olivia searched his face for a few seconds, and then grinned, straightening back up to her full height. Silas couldn’t tell whether or not she was teasing him or not.

“Hah! Well, if you say so,” she smiled, “And you know what? I actually really do like these jean shorts. A little risque for the library, maybe, but hey! It’s not my fault they don’t make clothes big enough for me, right?”

“Right!” Silas replied.

“Hmmm, ok, but this top I’m not so sure about,” Olivia continued. “I think I’ll try on that turquoise one…might clash with the blue jeans but if it fits well I’ll just cut my losses, haha!”

She disappeared back into the changing room, shutting the door behind her with her massive ass, and Silas unconsciously exhaled. It was just so stimulating to be around her, to look at her, to hear the effortless power of the female voice that emanated from that gigantic body. He knew he was smitten with her, but she was so far beyond him that he wasn’t even tormented by the prospect of not having her to himself. How could he, a normal-sized man, possibly hope to have someone like HER all to himself!? No…no, he was just thrilled to be able to be her friend.

*BOOM*

The deafening sound of Olivia banging into the wall split the air, making Silas jump.

“Ohhhh darn it!” her voice came up from inside the dressing room, “It’s getting…kinda tight in here…ughhh….uggggghhh…..why do they make these rooms so tiny!?”

*BOOM* *BRRRAAANNG*

Silas saw the dressing rooms walls beginning to shake. Unconsciously, he backed up a few paces, sensing that something dramatic was about to happen. As he did so, he once again saw the brunette rounded top of Olivia’s head emerging from above the changing room walls. But, unlike the times before, she didn’t duck it back down. Instead, Silas saw more and more of her head emerging…first her forehead, then her beautiful green eyes, then her pretty cheeks, then her red mouth, her comely chin, her elegant neck…and all the while, the walls of the dressing room continued to shake and tremble.

*Crrrrrreeeeaaak* *Crrrrrrrraaaaacccckkk*

The sounds of wood beginning to crack and splinter began to shoot and pop through the air. Behind Silas, everyone in the mall had turned to watch in amazement as this gigantic woman swelled and grew up from inside the changing room. Silas’s instincts were to turn and seek cover, but he couldn’t pull himself away from the incredible spectacle he was witnessing. Olivia looked down at herself, and after a brief moment of confusion, she started laughing and shaking her head. Her bright green eyes found Silas and sparkled with wry amusement.

“Too big!” she laughed incredulously, “I’m too BIG for this tiny little thing!”

The second time she said “BIG,” Olivia raised her huge, muscular arms above her head and flexed her entire body into the growth spurt.

*CRRRRAAAACCCKKKKKK* *CRACK* *CRRRAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHTT*

With a loud, thunderous series of crunching, cracking bursts, the entire changing room shook, and split, and finally crumpled down to the floor in a dusty heap of splintered wood, cracked plastic, broken glass, and twisted metal. What emerged from the wreckage was the most incredible sight that Silas, or anyone else in the mall, had ever seen. A muscular goddess of a woman was standing before them, her gigantic arms stretched high over her head, her 35-inch biceps framing her beautiful face. Olivia hadn’t had a chance to take off the red halter top, and it sat on her body in tatters. The jean shorts, which had stretched so valiantly before, had split straight down the middle, and were now nothing more than frayed rags desperately clinging to the hulking, muscular slabs of her thighs. Her breasts had ballooned to astonishing M-cups, and her hands, which were actually now palming the ceiling humorously, were a mind-boggling 13 inches long. Her feet had lengthened out to 19 inches.

“Wooowwwww!” laughed Olivia, all of her muscles flexing as she stretched them out, still palming the ceiling, “What was I even thinking, trying to go into that changing room!?”

As she laughed, Silas’s eyes went over the exquisite majesty of her muscular bulk. She had grown a full foot, and she now stood at an unprecedented 9’5, and weighed 730 pounds.

“M-Maybe…maybe we should try a different store?” offered Silas, “Maybe…Big and Tall?”

“You read my mind, sweetheart,” giggled Olivia, stepping out of the wreckage and bending down low to grasp his hand.

The next day, Olivia was standing on her parents’ front lawn, wearing a pair of specialty sunglasses that had been express-shipped overnight. Her 9’5 sculpted body was now decked out in a stylish white bikini, which was the only thing she and Silas could find that fit her the previous day. The bikini had been made as a joke for the giant sculpture of Athena in the local museum, but it turned out that it fit Olivia perfectly. The sun was shining brightly, and Silas was stretched out in a lawn chair, a glass of lemonade in his hand, as he watched the scene before him unfold. Her mom, Janet, was leaning out the window, as her dad, Paul stood on a ladder, trying to hang some Christmas lights up on the porch roof. It was clear, from the way she was leaning out the window, that she had grown considerably as well…up to an astonishing 8’6.

“Careful, honey!” Janet called, “Maybe…just have Livy do it?”

“Oh but darling,” Paul complained, “If I let Livy do all the yardwork and hang up all the decorations, what does that say about me as a man? I’ll have nothing to live for!”

“Quit being ridiculous and come down off that ladder!” Janet replied, “Before you hurt yourself!”

“Let this be a warning to you, Silas,” sighed Paul, shaking his head in mock-sadness as he descended the ladder, “There comes a time in every father’s life when he must relinquish the hanging of the Christmas lights to his daughter, and it’s a dark day, Silas…a very dark day.”

“Oh daddy!” giggled Olivia, grabbing him around the waist with one arm and helping him down off the ladder without any effort. “You’re so silly.”

“When a man loses jurisdiction over his front yard,” said Paul solemnly, his legs swinging in the air as Olivia let him down, “What remains but to throw in the towel and go full court-jester?”

“You’re crazy!” huffed Janet, “Totally…crazy…”

She disappeared from the window, but reemerged moments later, putting a giant, fresh-baked pie on the window sill.

“Ohhh pie!” cried Paul, snapping out of his act and scrambling up to the window. “Silas and I get first dibs, otherwise you and Livy are gonna scarf down the whole thing. Where’s Tabitha, Janet!? She isn’t here, is she!?”

“You’re really pushing it, you know that, right?” Janet remarked wryly, sticking her tongue into the side of her mouth. “I might not forget this when it’s bedtime.”

“Janet!” cried Paul in hushed tones, reaching up to put his comparatively tiny hand over the lips of his giant wife, “For godsakes, we can’t talk like that around our daughter! She’s got enough on her mind without having to picture…well whatever you call what happens in our bedroom.”

“You two are both insane,” laughed Olivia, and from her standing position she easily threaded the Christmas lights up on the top part of the porch roof. She could have reached up even higher, onto the roof, if she had wanted to.

“See what I have to deal with, Silas?” she chuckled.

“Whaaaa? Two…pawrenthhsss…who laauuuu their daaahhhther…uncondishhhanollllah!?” asked Paul, his mouth full of pie. Janet couldn’t suppress a grin and grabbed her husband around his neck, her hand going all the way around, as she shook him affectionately.

From the street, several teenagers rode by on bikes, and, seeing the 9’5 Olivia decked out in her bikini, whistled as they passed. But Olivia wasn’t even upset, and she smiled to herself, winking at Silas as she did so, and delighting in seeing his cute little cheeks get red. She knew she looked good. And anyway, what were those boys gonna do? If they got out of line, she’d just step on them…and that would be the end of that.