"Good eveniiiing, girls !" said Wendy entering the room.
All the heads turned to look up at her, and Wendy smiled proudly : it was her glorious hour, now she was the one people looking at and... she corrected, seeing their gazes : she had a huge shirt on, still stretched to death, and all the eyes were on the round curves where her breasts were stretching it the most. She lifted a breast with a hand, and it bounced in a sexy, impossible way than enthralled them all.
"My god... you're so short !" she said, dominating them all and noticing how all the ceiling were higher so she could stand in her own house. The girls laughed "No, Wendy, we're not ! We're quite tall, you're just... you !" she then caught a glimpse of Brooke and ran to her with a laughter
"Brooke ! You ! You're soooo short !"
- I know ! Stop rubbing it ! I can't believe all my friends are huge except me !"
Wendy grinned with pleasure as she could feel revenge : in her memories, Brooke had always been the giantess around. And now, here she was, barely a underdeveloped little girl, while Wendy was the one to be enormous, even bigger than Brooke had been. And her breasts... Wendy now had two things larger than her own torso attached to her. More than twice as big than her own torso, in fact making her a walking pair of boobs, like hot air balloons stuck under her shirt. She lifted Brooke of the ground, pressed her in those boobs that were even bigger than her whole body, and dropped her on the floor.
"Ouch ! Be cautious !
- Don't pretend you didn't like it : I felt you going wet in my hands the second you were against them !"
Brooke blushed and the others girls instantly went to her rescue "Don't worry Brooke, you can't help it, nobody can, it's Wendy after all !". Wendy smiled and looked at her friends and her sister : except for the puny Brooke, all were displaying enormous chests, Vanessa of course way more than the other, but even in proportion, compared to Wendy... well, Wendy was probably several times bigger, and a number it was better not to say if she didn't want Vanessa to cry. To think that now, Vanessa was sure that her sister had always been that giantess with boobs impossibly large.
Then, Wendy noticed Mr Jackson. He was still there, between the girls, with an obvious hard on, a girl cuddling against him under each arm. But like them, he was only looking at Wendy's chest, and whenever she moved, their eyes followed. And when she bounced... they looked stupid, following the moves. Wendy began to lift her shirt to let them see more of the amazing body she now had, but Vanessa yelled :
"STOP !"
She stopped. "I beg you, you know what happens if anybody sees them they're too... I don't want this to happen there, and I want to have other dreams than you for the next six months !" Wendy stopped. Okay, she knew what effect Brooke's boobs used to have, so maybe she shouldn't paralyze them all with lust and pleasure. Instead, she laid in front of them, her breasts as cushions under her, her shirt restraining her to spread to much on the sides.
"Then, rub my back, girl, with what I'm carrying around, I deserve it.
- Of course, Wendy..."
They began to climb on her 15 feet tall body, massaging every part of her back, and Wendy moaned, eyes closed; She only opened them to see Mr Jackson, stupidly looking at her, still aroused as hell...
Wed Feb 19 00:00:00 2014