When will she get another opportunity like this? Why is she wasting a wish on someone else when she could have it for your own? she decide to throw caution to the wind and repeat those words that she said in the mirror on that one faithful day "I need to be BIGGER, I wish to be BIGGER." The finger on the paw curls. The first things on her to grow are her breasts, which shoot out violently in front of her. she can feel her top growing tighter with each passing second. The sensation of more fat piling onto her chest is simultaneously bizarre and highly arousing. It does not take long for other parts of her body to get in on the growth her thighs swell, and her hips widen to accommodate her gigantic shelf of an ass. her chest continues to expand, giving her frame an extreme hourglass shape, which she is thankful for as the extra weight helps her maintain your balance, though she can feel her legs begin to buckle under all the extra bulk. When her belly begins its meteoric rise, she fall onto her fat behind. The effects of her wish continue to fill her body; her tank top rides up, exposing her breasts, which had long destroyed the modest bra they once occupied; her butt spreads out beneath and begins to push her upward as it continues its growth, making it seem as if she were sitting on top of two very large and warm beanbag chairs. she belly outpaces the rate at which the rest of her body grows and is soon the most prominent part of her. Fat begins to creep its way onto every inch of her body, filling out her arms and legs
she fondle her mammoth breasts and try to reach for her privates, but simply cannot; any semblance of mobility she once had has vanished It is at this point that she begin to get worried. Just how big IS she going to get? The growth doesn't slow; the space in the room gets tighter and tighter; furniture is displaced and then crushed under her ever-increasing mass. she realise that all she asked for was to be bigger. "That doesn't imply any end point!", she begin to panic, then she can fee