As the promised reward made itself known, Grace felt a surge of power fill her body. Every hair stood on end as electricity coursed through her veins, sending pleasurable shocks up her spine. Every inch of her from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toe seemed to come alive with energy. After a few seconds, the feelings dimmed in intensity, but Grace could still noticed a feeling of power throughout her body, as if some residual charge remained. Grace looked herself over. She didn't look any different. She was almost a little disappointed at that. Huh, all that for nothing? You woulda thought that at least my boobs might have....
Grace's thoughts were interupted by a feeling a warmth in her chest, accompanied by a strange tightness. Looking down, Grace saw the BlueBerry had once again read her thoughts, as her breasts swelled to indulge her wishes. Each time her chest heaved, Grace saw a bit more bounce in her breath, felt a bit more weight pulling at her chest. Grace watched attentively, as the already decent sized globes inflated what would have been at least a cup size, though no bra would fit her now. Before long, Grace had to struggle to see past the two mountains on her chest, able to get a glimpse of her waist only by prying apart the valley of cleavage to peer between her assets. When they reached what would have been about the size of a basketball had she been normal sized, Grace thought that things had gone on long enough. Obligingly, her breasts halted at their current size, leaving the fifteen foot tall Grace with a pair of tit-tanic mammaries, each the size of a small car. Even on her gigantic frame they looked huge, but Grace didn't care. Running her hands over her new rack, Grace enjoyed the sensitivity of her enhanced bosom.
As wonderful as her new breasts were, Grace couldn't help but notice that she might have gotten juuussst a little carried away. It might seem ridiculous for a fifteen foot girl to worry about her boobs being too large, but Grace couldn't help noticing that, well... her boobs really were too large for her. Hoping that maybe the BlueBerry might read her thoughts again, Grace focused on the thought of her breasts growing smaller. Nothing happened. Frowning, Grace wished she had known the changes were one way before letting herself indulge. It's not the size that is so bad. If only there was some way to become proportionate...
Suddenly, success. Grace noticed her breasts shrinking back to a more manageable size. Or at least thats what she thought at first. But when her head hit the ceiling, Grace realized that her breasts weren't getting smaller at all, rather the rest of her was getting larger. As her body grew into her new assets, Grace noticed the same pleasurable warmth as before. Finally, after growing another five feet to the impressive height of 20' 4", Grace proportinately basketball sized breasts were reduced back to a more comfortable D-cup. Grace ran her hands over her enlarged figure, enjoying the feelings her exploration brought. It was still her body, but everything seemed so new, and strange, and sensitive...
A sudden chirping from the BlueBerry stopped her before she became too engrossed in her new features. Bringing the BlueBerry up so she could see it, no small feat with two rather large obstructions, Grace pressed the now-familiar message icon to read the latest memo from herself.
Well looks like someone's made some progress, but I'm betting you're still having a few problems. So let me explain. I think you'll like this one. You may have noticed, you can make any part of your body larger. but I'm guessing you also noticed that for some reason, you can't undo any growth. Think of yourself as a size generator. You can create mass, but not destroy it once you have. Instead, you have to transfer it. Thats right, you also have the power to transfer some of your size to other people in order to reduce your own. Just like before, you can take size from any part of you, or from all of you, but its strictly a one-to-one, like-to-like transfer. The amount they gain is the amount you lose, and you can't say, shrink your feet by growing someone else's hands. Which means if you want to get out of here by sunset, you better get crackin. Good luck!
Grace finished the message, excited at the power that now rested at her fingertips. Shuffling over to the window, doing her best to keep from hitting anything, Grace peered out, hoping no one could see her. Scanning the street outside, Grace watched people bustling about, going about their normal lives on a perfectly normal day. Grace sized each person up in turn, before deciding her first victims would be...
Tue Nov 15 04:58:56 2011