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Hey guys. I was going to wait until Monday, but I figured I could be kind to Beetlebomb, who seems ready to read something new. I really apologize that the quotes didn't come out right for some reason and all appear as question marks. There's some kind of formatting compatibility issue.

*edit* Oh, my quotes don't appear at all. That's actually worse. I'll post the doc on the Wiki so people can read it there. I've also posted it over at the giantess city forum.

Growing Into Herself
Chapter 4

A few days went by and with each day Caitlin thought less and less of her changes. Her mother made a comment to her about her height and Caitlin just played it off, neither acknowledging nor denying her sudden spurt. She got surprisingly few looks or comments regarding her body, which both relieved and depressed her. Maureen said nothing regarding her change, but Caitlin did notice Maureen wearing heels more often than normal, which made her laugh. Caitlin considered tormenting her friend by wearing heels as well, but she didnt want to call attention to her growth. Additionally, most of the guys they hung out with were pretty tall so, again, no one really noticed. Alexis, strangely, took absolutely no notice of Caitlins upward growth, yet could not stop commenting on Caitlins rather subtle outward growth. Caitlin was thankful that Alexis saved her questions until the two were alone, and Alexis finally accepted the excuse they just grew to which she responded cool! Despite the glaring evidence in her wardrobe that she had, indeed, grown a bit, she found herself not thinking much of it. Perhaps she simply hadnt noticed that shed been growing steadily over the course of a few months and it took a blow to the head and some time off her feet to realize it. That didnt necessarily explain the two days worth of calories she consumed, but she had all but suppressed that memory to the point that it hadnt even happened.

Caitlin had one week of classes left, finals week, and then she would be free for the summer. As Tuesday rolled around, she found herself back in art class. With all that had happened she hadnt realized how close she was to actually finishing her landscape project. With another hour left of art class and another session on Thursday, she would need something to do. There was always Advanced Art mural project, but she shuddered at the idea of spending too much time with the other art students. She studied her canvas and, to her surprise, actually found the landscape to be a bit empty. Seemingly without thinking, she had set to work adding a bit of purple to the sky. She wasnt sure why, but for some reason her brush just went to the purple and began coloring in some of the bright blue of the sky. Purple was soon followed by a bit of red, some brown, and eventually a touch of black. By the time she was finished, she was happy with the progress of her project, though with such a vibrant sky, she would need to possibly balance out the rolling green hills. Looking around, she noticed that the only people left in the studio were Mr. Knightley, who appeared to be doing his best to pretend he wasnt shocked to still see her there, and Nicole Ryder throwing handfuls of paint at a canvas in the corner of the room, screaming obscenities the entire time. It was a miracle she had been able to drown her out, since normally Nicole could single-handedly ruin art class for her.

She had somewhat spaced out during her last painting session and felt oddly energized. She checked her phone and realized that she had missed eleven calls from Alexis and received a rather desperate text from Maureen. ****! she thought to herself, remembering that she was planning to meet Maureen, Alexis, and her new boyfriend Ben at Starbucks at 4:00 and it was now 4:17. She wasnt as much concerned with tardiness, as much as she knew that Maureen would desperately need the company as Alexis her new boyfriend Ben, the star fullback of the football team, probably didnt make for riveting conversation. She quickly put away her art supplies and set her canvas in the corner of the room to dry, narrowly missing a splatter of green pain being hurled at high velocity. She turned to protest, but Nicole was clearly possessed by something other-worldly and cussing her out would do no good. She made a beeline for the door, silently praying that Mr. Knightley wouldnt stop her. Mr. Knightley, grateful that Caitlin had shown some signs of following his advice and fearing that any input on his part would not be well received, allowed her to pass by his desk without comment. As she exited, he smiled to himself and then turned his attention to Nicole, who had thrown her canvas to the floor and was now jumping on it. He sighed, and did his best to return to his reading.

Caitlin was on her way out of the studio and was heading for the back parking lot (her mother had lent Caitlin her car, as the middle school was already let out for the summer). She was almost at the door when an unfamiliar voice called her name.

Hey! Caitlin right? A boy shouted. Caitlin turned to look at him and barely stopped herself from gasping at his pierced appearance before she recognized him as the weird barista kid from the coffee shop a few weeks ago.

Caitlin tried her best to be courteous. I didnt realize you went to this school. She said, still heading for the door.

I dont. He replied. My girlfriend Nicole goes here.

Caitlins eyes went wide and she stopped in her tracks and turned to him in disbelief. Are you Nicole Ryders boyfriend?

Tristan. He said, not sure how he should respond given her reaction. Once a week I attend the advanced art class here. I think Mr. Knightley is the best art teacher in the city.

Oh. Caitlin replied, looking around. She was less interested in the conversation and more nervous about being seen talking to Tristan, given his appearance. Well, Im actually in a hurry, so. . .

Thats cool. He said. I just wanted to let you know that I really like you pieces. I think your stuff is really good.

Caitlin was taken aback. Really?

Definitely. He said smiling. I dig the abstract stuff, but theres something to be said for simplicity.

Caitlin was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable about this conversation, mainly because she was weary of anyone who would willingly date Nicole Ryder. Tristan seemed like a nice enough guy. Tall and skinny, but with defined, almost sharp facial features and a smoky voice that likely came from a regular cigarette habit. She could definitely see him with Nicole, though she couldnt really picture Nicole with anyone. Not anyone human at least. A silence hung in the air briefly, and Caitlin used the opportunity to head out the door. She still felt a bit weird talking to him, and also didnt even want to invite the possibility of letting Nicole see her with him. Tristan seemed surprised by Caitlins sudden departure.

See ya around Caitlin! Tristan called out, but Caitlin was wrapped up in sending Maureen a text message. It was now 4:30 and she was concerned that Maureen, left long enough with Alexis and Ben, would either lose her mind or choke herself with a plastic stirring straw.

She arrived at Starbucks to see Maureen doing her best to stay interested in the banter, clutching what appeared to be a double-shot mocha as if it were sustaining her very existence. Maureens eyes pleaded to Caitlin as she entered, and Cailtin smiled back knowingly. Caitlin ordered a frappucino and made small talk with Alexis, quickly becoming bored with the outing. Alexis was perched on Bens lap and Ben appeared to be distracted by the expanse of cleavage on display through Alexis low cut baby tee and his speech was limited to three-word sentences. While built like he could withstand a head on collision with a charging bull, he had boyish features and, like Alex, was too dense to be mean. Caitlin had confided to Maureen that Ben was the perfect other half to Alexis since their IQs added together made an average person. Alexis seemed even happier than normal, Maureen was going over the top to be courteous and Caitlin grew increasingly bored. Ben appeared to catch wind of Caitlins discomfort and made an attempt to reach her.

Hey Kathrine, whats up?

Excuse me? Caitlin replied, irked. Whats my name?

Karen? Ben was visibly unnerved.

Wrong. Caitlins frustration grew.

Krist. . .

Wrong!

Ben looked to Alexis for help, but Alexis, in the midst of a giggle fit, was not going to be much help. Ben looked back and forth between Alexis mirth and Caitlins icy glare and wasnt sure what to make of the situation.

Im sorry, I just. . .

. . . dont know my name? Caitlin cut him off. Its not like weve just met.

Actually, Ben replied, I dont think I ever really met y . . .

Youve been eating with us at lunch for the whole year! Caitlin fumed. She suddenly pointed to Maureen. Whats her name?

Maureen Jacobs. Ben responded without skipping a beat.

You know her full name but dont know mine! What the ****? Caitlin was boiling at this point. Alexis had busted into a full belly laugh and Maureen was trying unsuccessfully to shush her. She abandoned her tactic and turned to Caitlin.

Caitlin, Chill. Im sure he. . .

Caitlin cut her off. What? Just didnt really notice that I was sitting there? I mean, Jesus! I . . . Caitlins expression quickly changed. She realized what was happening and what she was freaking out about and went flush.

Its no big deal Ben. She spit out. Really, I dont mind. And with that, she walked quickly out of the shop, without even taking her drink. Alexis had finally suppressed her giggles when she noticed Caitlins absence and scanned the shop for her. Did Caitlin go to the bathroom? Maureen sighed, and took another sip of her mocha. Ben, who finally worked his way back to his senses, blinked a few times before a light suddenly clicked on in his head. Smiling, he turned to Maureen. Caitlin! Oh! He said, putting his palm to his head, before ****ing his head slightly to the side.

Didnt she used to be shorter?

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Caitlin, meanwhile, was rushing toward her car, flustered and embarrassed that her inferiority complex had so drastically made itself apparent in public. Her cheeks felt hot and she almost felt as if she were breaking out in a sweat. She wiped at her forehead with her sleeve, when suddenly she felt a new sensation, a powerful pang of hunger which seemed to come out of nowhere. All thoughts about her embarrassing episode only minutes earlier were pushed out of her mind as she stopped immediately and looked about trying to find somewhere to eat. The only thing nearby was the Chinese buffet, the coffee shop, and a McDonalds a few blocks down the road. The thought of fast food made her cringe, but the idea of bursting into a Chinese buffet and gorging herself didnt seem attractive either. She started to head toward her car when another hunger pang stopped her and she whirled around to the buffet, noticing that it was fairly empty. Quickly glancing side to side, she made a run across the street and silently prayed to herself that she wouldn't seen anyone she knew.

She got in the door and looked around frantically. To her relief, not only was the restaurant devoid of anyone she remotely recognized, it was fairly empty and contained a lot of booths out of view of the window. A petite, non-Chinese girl greeted her and before she could finish Caitlin replied Just one! Buffet! The girl seemed to take forever leading her to a booth and while the waitress had left to retrieve silverware, Caitlin had already headed for the buffet, grabbing two egg rolls in one hand and eating them both. In the back of her head she reminded herself that she was in public and probably shouldnt act too primal, but as she thought this she was scooping food onto her plate until it was stacked high with chicken, two more egg rolls, a heaping pile of rice, broccoli, beef, and chow mein. She actually reached her seat at the same time as her waitress, nearly knocking her over and also nearly spilling herfood. She tore her napkin apart and dug into her food ravenously, hardly noticing the shocked look given to her by the waitress. The food tasted incredible and getting food in her felt amazing.

After what had seemed like hours, Caitlin was finally done, and she laid back, her senses slowly returning to her. She was full, and reached down to touch her distended belly and was shocked by the tautness of it. It visibly bulged out from her shirt and skirt, displaying most of her mid-section and belly button. She tried to think back to how much she had eaten and had some difficulty. She looked around, seeming to realize for the first time that she was in a Chinese buffet and had spent a good amount of time ravenously stuffing her face. The more she thought about it, the more confused she became, feeling like this whole thing shouldnt be happening. Suddenly snapping out of it, her waitress returned with the check. The girl looked unsure of what to say, and was startled when Caitlin suddenly spoke up.

How long have I been here?

The waitress looked at her watch and replied, almost equally perplexed. About a half hour.

Caitlin was stunned, then noticed that her hand was still rubbing her exposed belly. She looked up at the waitress who had been gaping at her, and averted her eyes at Caitlins sudden gaze. Caitlin suddenly spoke up without thinking. How much did I eat?

The waitress shook her head in disbelief. It couldnt have been less than six plates. I dunno. Seven? Eight plates? She said. I wouldnt have believed it if I hadnt seen it. You ate pretty much all of our eggrolls. The watress seemed almost as shocked as Caitlin. Do you do this often? You must have a hell of a metabolism.

Caitlins mouth fell open. This was like a nightmare. I. . . I need to go. Now. She tossed a ten and a five at the waitress and waddled to the door, her fullness hindering her full range of movement. She noticed that as she continued to make her way out the door she was beginning to feel tired. Her car was a block away and she nearly ran out into traffic in her haste. The car honked, shaking her out of her sudden drowsiness. She hurried across the street and had reached her car when she suddenly heard her name.

Caitlin! Whatre you still doing here? Alexis unmistakable voice asked.

Caitlin instinctively reached to her midsection to pull down her shirt which was continually riding up over her rounded (but slightly less than she remembered) belly. However, the car was between her and the group, and after a brief moment of just simply staring back at them, wide-eyed and gaping, Caitlin opened her door, started the car and sped off leaving the three staring bewildered after her. Her heart was racing and too many thoughts were going through her head for her to really make sense of any of them. Her panic was the only thing keeping her awake at this point, as she could feel her whole body growing warm and heavy with fatigue. She put a hand to her belly again, noting that while it was still much larger than she had ever seen it, it was less than half the size it was when she first noticed it in the restaurant. The restaurant! She must have eaten twice the amount she ate last week! But thats impossible! she thought to herself. That would be, like, seven or eight pounds of food! She gasped and swerved as she almost wandered off the road only a few blocks from her own house, and parked crookedly in her driveway as she dragged herself up the sidewalk and into her house. She was so tired by this point that the words of her parents seemed to be a blur to her as she wandered up to her room and collapsed onto the bed.

Chapter 5

The first thing Caitlin noticed when she woke up was that she was having some difficulty breathing. She was sweaty and she could feel moisture on her pillow from her perspiration. She tried to take deeper breaths, only to continually run into difficulty expanding her lungs wide enough. She half-mindedly rolled over onto her back only to be greeted by an unusual sight. Her open polo shirt collar gave her a clear view of what appeared to be an explosion of cleavage bound tightly in her shirt and bra.

Holy ****.

Caitlin was almost out of breath and panic was gripping her. Her chest obviously had not been that size when she went to bed, otherwise she never would have gotten to sleep in the first place. She wanted to panic more, but was still having some difficulty breathing. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and peeled it upwards until it cleared her bosom and she felt he breasts spring free. After successfully freeing herself from the confines of her shirt her attention immediately went to the unfamiliar amount of self which protruded forward from her chest. Her boobs, formerly what she would call perky were now what would undoubtedly be dubbed as big. While she was a far cry from watermelon huge, and still not quite Alexis-huge (but damn close), what was now mounted on her chest definitely were more than handfuls. They were definitely more than a handfull each (she didnt care for the fruit-size system, but for those who do, probably something like a large orange. For those who prefer the athletic equipment standard, a softball will suffice).

She was afraid to get up, for the simple fact that she was afraid to prove what she already knew. She knew she felt different, her clothes told her that she wasnt the same size she was when she went to bed. She just wasnt ready to actually face it. She stood up slowly. As she slowly unbent her legs to get to stand up straight, She reached a full standing position and looked around. She was higher up, but she was unsure of how to gauge how much. Possibly she was overreacting and her body was just blowing the events out of proportion. She hadnt really moved around much yesterday, maybe the difference was minimal. She went to her closet where she had marked off her height the previous day. She made a new mark and measured herself. Sure enough, she measured a smidgen under 59. Now practically five inches taller than she was two weeks ago, she knew she would have trouble hiding her changes, particularly since her measurements made her a near-carbon copy of Alexis, slightly shorter with slightly smaller boobs. She also knew that Maureen would definitely notice, as she had been wearing heels for the past week to maintain her taller stature than Caitlin.

She knew that she could always dress down her boobs, that wasnt the problem. The height would be more difficult. While she could still hide her increased stature with some shorts or capris, along with a properly fitted top (which she didnt have at the moment) the fact that she was physically five inches taller would still pose a problem. Then again, last week no one seemed to notice that she was two inches taller than normal. She just needed a distraction from her three extra inches. She had an idea, but she would need some help. She considered Maureen, and quickly dismissed that idea. Then she sighed and called Alexis.

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I was wondering if you were going to tell me how you made your boobs bigger. Caitlin chimed, unaffected by the improbability of the situation.

Theres no secret. Caitlin replied trying to avoid the subject. She was slipping into a pair of Alexis jeans, which given Alexis rather prominent curves, should not have been difficult. Unfortunately for Caitlin, most of Alexis' denims fit like a second skin, and despite the fact that Caitlin still did not compare to Alexis' more striking curves, the pants were still a bit snug. Luckily, Alexis owned roughly sixty pairs of jeans of various types and fashions, and this particular pair was designed to be a bit more roomy. While she was thrilled to be fitting into something properly, she was still slightly unnerved by the fact that Alexis clothes actually fit her. Until a couple weeks ago, Alexis always seemed fairly tall to her. Now she nearly looked her in the eye. Anyways, did you bring me a shirt?

Did I? Replied Alexis beaming. She immediately dug into the bags which had accompanied her and produced a hefty stack of clothes. Youve got to try this top out, youll love it!

Caitlin took the blue stretch top from her which looked like it was meant for a nine-year-old. What the hell is this?

Its a mini-tee. I figured it would look great with your new boobs.

Im not trying to show off, Im trying to dress them down! Dont you have anything conservative?

Alexis furrowed her brow at the Caitlins inquiry. You mean like saving trees?

Caitlin rolled her eyes. No, no, no, I mean something that will make my boobs look less big!

Alexis looked even more confused. Why would you want that?

Because Im not trying to get attention. I dont even know why this is happening.

So? What does that have to do with looking good?

Caitlin sighed again. Its not about looking good, its about not having my tits hanging out like a . . . she stopped noting the generous amount of skin Alexis happened to be showing off. . . . like a girl that has just grown new tits overnight!

But isnt that what you are?

Realizing that she was getting nowhere with this argument, she snatched the blue top from Alexis and slid herself into it. She was immediately shocked at how the material clung to her body more snugly than anything she dared to wear before. Also alarming was the generous neckline which gave her plenty of ventilation to say the least. She was getting ready to protest to Alex about dressing her up like a skank when she noticed herself in the mirror. She had to do a double take because the image looking back at her was definitely nothing she had seen before. While her face was definitely familiar, nothing else seemed to be. It was as if she was in some weird fantasy where someone had hypothetically put her head on someone elses body. While she didnt have the insane curves that Alex had, her figure was lean and well shaped. The stretch denims fit her well and her legs looked better than they had ever looked before. Her boobs, proudly on display

Ahem! Alexis unsubtly cleared her throat. You need your finishing touch! Caitlin was unsure of what Alexis meant until three inch platform wedge sandals were slid toward her. Itll be nice to have someone wear these. My mom got em for me but you know me. Its like shes trying to kill me! Anyways, itll be wild to be looking up at you for a change! Caitlin was unsure about how that last bit made her feel. While she definitely felt a slight thrill at the idea, she felt a twist of anxiety in her stomach at the idea of being so different from her self from four weeks ago that she would be able to look down at her tall friend.

Quit stalling! Alexis was nearly throwing a hissy-fit at being denied her fashion suggestion. Come on! Lets see em!

Caitlin took a breath and stepped into the shoes. While she only rose three inches, the knotting in her stomach worsened as she stepped into the heels and watched Alexis seemingly shrink in front of her. She felt her mouth drop open at the bizarre sight and Alexis grin widened, her excitement undaunted. Caitlin was struggling to accept in her head that four weeks ago, these heels would have made her shorter than she currently stood. Now, with their help, she stood a smidgen below six feet tall. She put her hand on her friends shoulder as she began to tremble slightly with uneasiness. Alexis was giddy.

Look at us in the mirror! Youre so tall! Im shorter than you by almost three inches! Wait til everyone sees you! Theyll be soooooooooo blown away!

Caitlin was immediately horrified at the thought of someone seeing her in her current condition. Suddenly, her reflection seemed almost grotesque. A stretched out and swollen version of what she was supposed to be. What was normal. Her shaking, which had increased intensity throughout the whole ordeal, escalated to a trembling. Lightheadedness set in as fear and anxiety chased each other around in her head as her thoughts seemed to be crashing around inside of her head. Alexis, oblivious to her friends discomfort stepped back to present Caitlin to an imaginary audience.

Supermodel Caitlin Landry, D-cup, six feet tall!

Caitlin panicked at Alex stepping out of arms reach, but was still too panicked to move. Alexis words echoed in her head and processing the idea of herself at six feet tall was like doing multivariable calculus at this point. Caitlins body finally took the path of least resistance. The world seemed to dim around her as her body collapsed to the floor, a heap of limbs and hair.


-- Edited by robclassact at 06:12, 2007-10-27

-- Edited by robclassact at 06:14, 2007-10-27