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Meddlesome Mushrooms, Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2021-10-15 09:51:14 +0000 UTCHere's the first chapter of this long-term story that I've been writing as a commission for a lovely Patron. This is a bit of a different kind of story, since it involves girl-girl themes, as well as fast-shrink, fast-growth, and muscle growth. It's been super fun to write, and I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it <3 <3
CHAPTER ONE
“Hey, Cora!” exclaimed Nora into her phone. “It’s so nice to hear your voice! It doesn’t matter that you’re halfway across the world — I can hear you, clear as day!”
“Haha, it’s nice to hear your voice too, Nora,” said Cora, kicking back on an easy chair on Nora’s porch. “So how’s Switzerland? I took a look at the pictures you posted on Instagram, and it just looks gorgeous.”
“Oh it sure is,” said Nora. “The Alps are incredible — everything just seems to go together perfectly: the mountains, the rolling hills, the forests, the rivers…they all just add up to perfection.”
“Well, I would say I was jealous of you,” laughed Cora, “but the forests and mountains here are really something, you know?”
“Oh yeah — Eastern Oregon might not have the same tourist lure as Switzerland, but it has a beauty of its own sort,” Nora agreed.
“Yeah…like, um…like a kind of wildness or something. Untamed,” Cora said.
“Exactly. So how’s the groundskeeping going? Having any trouble?” inquired Nora.
“With the groundskeeping? Oh no. Everything’s been pretty smooth-sailing so far. Your estate here is really incredible, Nora. It’s a horticulturalist’s dream out here! The sheer variety of different flora is, just…well, staggering. Not to mention the fauna!” replied Cora.
“Seen any bears yet?” Nora asked.
“I did, actually! I saw a mama with her cubs one day, far off in the distance.”
“Wow! Just…I mean, of course, you know your outdoorsy stuff far more than I do, but…please be careful! I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to you on my property, with me not being there to help you.”
“Aww, Nora!” chuckled Cora, shaking her head at her friend’s sweetness. “You don’t have to worry about me! I’m a big girl! And I always hike with my stat phone, just in case I step in a rabbit hole or something and twist my ankle.”
“That’s good to hear,” said Nora on the other end, sounding relieved. “I know you’re an expert and all, but…haha, some things never change. I’ll always worry about my friends, no matter how many degrees they’ve got.”
“You’re too sweet, Nora,” laughed Cora. “But just keep in mind that, even if I got stuck outside for a while for some reason, I’d easily be able to subsist on all the wild food that grows out here. Have you ever tried the berries out here? They’re delicious!”
“Haha, no, I’ve always been too afraid to eat anything I see in the wild! I’m afraid of poisoning myself or something!” Nora said.
“Well, when you get back, maybe I can take you on a tour of your property, and uh, you know…give you a little “Horticulture 101” about the different plants that grow in the forest,” Cora offered.
“Aww, Cora, that sounds lovely! Yes, let’s definitely plan on it — I know there must be dozens of plants growing out there that I’ve never even heard of.”
“Oh, hundreds, for sure!” laughed Cora. “I mean, I have a degree in horticulture, and I’m discovering new plants and fungi all the time — I really can’t thank you enough for letting me have this job, Nora.”
“Well, I knew that the estate would be in good hands,” said Nora warmly from the other end. “Do you go into town much? I mean, I know that you have to stock up on food every now and then — how’s the town doing?”
“It's pretty small, so there’s really not much going on, usually,” said Cora slowly, causing Nora to laugh.
“Yeah, if you wanted somewhere to grab drinks out or go to the club, it wouldn’t really be the town to do it,” Nora remarked.
“Yeah — lots of people are older,” agreed Cora, “And they, um…they just mostly keep to their own business. But, uh…well, there’s this younger woman, actually.”
“Oh boy,” said Nora, “I feel like I know where this is going. Is she, like, really tall?”
“Mmhmm,” Cora confirmed.
“Long blonde hair? Like to wear fancy heels? Super rich? And, uh…well, I don’t want to sound mean, but…a little stuck up?” Nora said.
“Haha, a little?” joked Cora. “I would say that’s her main quality.”
“Yes, well…Georgiana comes from a very old family. I think they made a fortune in one of the gold rushes out here, way back in the 1800’s. And, uh…well, I’m not really sure how to say it nicely.”
“How about this?” chuckled Cora. “She’s from a superrich family, and they’ve been rich for so long that looking down on others has become genetically bred into their brains?”
“Hahaha Cora!” giggled Nora, a little admonishingly. “That’s a bit of an exaggeration! She’s not mean-spirited, I don’t think.”
“No, no, you’re right,” admitted Cora. “I tend to exaggerate sometimes, it’s true — but it’s definitely also true to say that Georgiana Calloway is not shy about flaunting how much money she has.”
“Oooh, you know her last name too?” Nora observed.
“Well, I, uhh…haha, we’ve crossed paths a few times when I’ve been in town,” Cora replied.
“Oh, I hope it wasn’t too unpleasant!” said Nora anxiously.
“No, no, nothing too bad,” said Cora airily. “It’s just that, um…well, there aren’t many other young women in this town, and…haha, well, you could say that we’ve developed something of a rivalry.”
“Hmmm, I’m actually glad I’m not there right now,” chuckled Nora. “That sounds too stressful for me.”
“Aw, it’s really nothing…no big deal,” laughed Cora dismissively. “She teases me about being a female groundskeeper — I tease her about her fancy shoes and the animal skins she loves to wear. It’s really pretty low-key.”
“So…flirting, then,” came Nora’s sudden devious voice from the other end. She didn’t usually take this kind of tone, but when she did, it was striking.
“What?” asked Cora, a little alarmed.
“So you two basically just flirt, then,” giggled Nora. “Light teasing and so on. Trust me, I don’t blame you, Cora. For all her attitude, you can’t deny that the woman is drop-dead gorgeous.”
“Uhh…haha, yeah she is. I mean, uh…yeah, I um…I’m not sure if I’d call it ‘flirting’ per se, but…well, I don’t really know.” For a moment, Cora felt awkwardly exposed. She had never really thought hard about the interactions between Georgiana and herself, and Nora had unintentionally exposed a truth that she had not really ever considered before. She and Georgiana were sort of flirting; there was definitely some sexual tension between the two of them. Cora was definitely pretty, but Georgiana was beautiful.
“Aw, sorry if I made you feel awkward!” came Nora’s concerned voice on the other end. “I just…haha, I guess I’ve always had something of a secret little crush on her, even if she can be a bit too much to handle sometimes.”
“Haha, well, when you come back,” teased Cora. “She’s all yours.”
The two women laughed and continued their phone conversation for a few minutes more, and then said their goodbyes. Cora had to start her daily survey of the property, and Nora was due for a dinner reservation. They promised to talk again soon.
A few minutes later, 27-year-old Cora Patel was exploring the secluded and beautiful forests of Eastern Oregon. It was a bright, calm day, and she drew herself up and took a deep breath of the cool wilderness air, inhaling and exhaling out pleasantly as she stared up at the great woody lengths of the ponderosa pines. She had recently come by this dream job: her wealthy friend Nora, who she had met a few years back in college, was away in Europe for the summer, and had needed someone to look after her house in the area, along with hundreds of acres of sprawling forest property. Nora had immediately thought of Cora, since she knew her friend had a degree in horticulture and was the “outdoorsy” type who had plenty of experience surviving off and tending to the land. Cora had also been a Gold Award girl scout, the highest achievement possible, and so Nora knew that Cora was more than qualified to tend to her grounds and make sure that all was in order when she was away.
Cora had jumped at the opportunity — the position paid well, and it offered her the chance to have some serious private time to herself as she explored the land. She took a few more deep breaths of the fresh pine air. This was her idea of a perfect day: scouting and surveying previously unfamiliar land, making note of all the new plants and animals she came across.
She had been living on Nora’s land and staying in her house for two weeks now, and during this time, she had noticed something peculiar: while all the trees and local fauna seemed to be in good order, the animals she came across were…a bit odd. She had noticed within a couple days of being there that some animals were strangely large, while others were bizarrely small.
At first, this phenomenon seemed like a trick of the light or something simple like that — surely she wasn’t actually seeing what she thought she was seeing. But after a couple days, there was no denying it. Cora came across the smallest stag she had ever seen; it was a stag all right, with its characteristic antlers and everything…but it was only three feet tall! She had tried to track it into the forest, but it had seen her and scampered away.
A little while later, she had looked up into the sky as she felt a huge shadow pass over her — it was a blackbird — there was no doubt about that. It had the telltale markings and the characteristic orange beak. But it was huge! With at least a four-foot wingspan! Cora didn’t know what to make of all these strange natural anomalies, and the more she explored the forests, the more examples she saw of oddly-sized animals.
“Golly,” Cora had thought to herself, brushing her jet black hair out of her face, “I know I’m not just seeing things now! Something strange is going on — I’ve gotta take notes!” And she had been doing exactly that: carrying a notebook with her and jotting down every strange example of an unusually-sized animal that she came across. After two weeks, she had compiled dozens of pages of notes already.
“I wonder what daddee ma would think about all this,” Cora had said out loud, chuckling at the thought. Her grandmother, who still lived in India, was the main reason she had been attracted to nature as a child. On family trips to India as a child, her grandmother had encouraged her to see herself as part of nature, and not outside it, and Cora had consequently fallen in love with the trees and forests of the Hindu Kush Mountains from a young age.
As Cora continued to explore the wilderness this particular morning, she reached a clearing that had previously been hidden to her.
“That’s strange,” she said out loud to herself. “I thought I had already come this way before — those spruces over there looked so familiar. Oh well, I guess this is new territory then!”
She became excited as she suddenly saw a doe that had its head down. Cora stopped moving and stood stock still, hoping to get a good long look at what the doe was doing. She saw that it was nibbling on something…a strange mushroom that was growing in the ground. This mushroom was unlike anything Cora had seen before — it grew in little clusters, like most mushrooms, but it was tinged with dark streaks of purple, which ran through the filaments of the stem, up through the gills, and perforated all throughout the cap. Cora then realized that this mushroom cluster the doe was hungrily nibbling at was not isolated. There seemed to be quite a number of them in this clearing.
“Wow, they’re everywhere!” she thought to herself. Still without moving, she glanced around and saw at least a dozen clusters of these bizarre purple mushrooms growing everywhere. These were definitely not like any fungi she had ever seen — on top of being purple, some of them were considerable in size…huge, even. Cora felt her eyes popping a bit as she looked at a particularly enormous cluster that grew over two feet off the ground.
But the novelty of these strange new mushrooms was nothing compared to what happened next. Suddenly, without any warning or sound, Cora quite clearly saw the doe growing before her eyes. She could hardly believe what she was seeing, but the evidence was plain before her: the doe, previously slight of limb and no taller than four feet or so, quickly swelled in both size and stature, reaching the magnitude of a full-grown stag in a matter of seconds. And all the while, the doe was still nibbling at the extraordinary mushrooms.
Like a flash of lightning, Cora understood. It was the mushroom that was making the doe grow! In her astonishment, not really thinking what she was doing, she took a step and snapped some twigs on the ground. The huge doe shot her head up, took one quick look at Cora, and bolted away into the trees, her newly-huge and lengthy limbs giving it added speed and agility.
Cora took a few moments to take in what had just happened. Surely…surely that couldn’t have been real! Surely she was…she was seeing things, right?!
“No way!” she said out loud to herself. “I’ve had my coffee this morning — I’m wide awake! There’s no way I just imagined that! These mushrooms…hmmmm.” She made a move to go examine them, but something held her back. Oftentimes when plants and fungi were colorful in nature, it meant that they were poisonous. But seeing that doe grow to such a huge size in such a short amount of time…it made Cora tingle with excitement all over.
It was a little secret of hers that she had kept from everyone for years: she stood at 5’6, which was already a little taller than average for a woman, and particularly an Indian woman. But secretly, she longed to be much bigger. Cora wanted to be tall…like, really tall. Like way over six feet tall. She envied those 6’9 women who played basketball on TV…and what’s more, she wanted to be curvier, and more muscular. She already had some impressive curves, and people who met her for the first time never failed to notice her ample ass and her C-cup breasts that hung impressively on her lithe and athletic frame. But Cora wanted to be bigger…much bigger.
She sighed as she thought better of eating the purple mushrooms herself. It was only a fantasy of hers, to get bigger…surely there was no way that it could become a reality. Besides, Cora still wasn’t sure if the mushrooms were safe to eat. She decided to hide herself in the trees and watch for other animals who might come by and partake in the curious fungi.
About half an hour later, Cora’s heart leapt in her chest as a great-tailed grackle suddenly flew down without a sound and alighted on one of the large clumps of mushrooms. Cora noted that the grackle was normal-sized at the moment, around 15 inches long. From her hushed and hunched pose, she watched as the grackle bent down and started nipping at the purple flesh of a particularly large mushroom’s cap. She felt her heart start to hammer away harder as the thrilled tingles started to spread outward from her chest to her four limbs, and all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes — it was happening again!
Right there, before her eyes, the grackle was growing! First to two feet, then three, then four…and…five! Cora was dumbfounded, watching open-mouthed as this now gigantic bird reared itself up, seemingly having reached its fill, and spread its mighty wings out as it swooped away. Cora felt the wind from the bird’s huge wings brush her black hair past her chocolate brown cheeks as she watched it fly away.
“There’s no question now!” she laughed out loud. “See, Cora, you knew what you saw — don’t second guess yourself, girl!” She almost danced over to the nearest clump of purple mushrooms, eager to get a closer look. She noticed that there were a number of tiny bite marks on several of the mushrooms in this clump. Just to verify, she went over to look at other clumps, and saw that the same was true for them. All of them were peppered with little tooth-marks and beak-marks.
Clearly, a variety of animals had been snacking on the fungi. And clearly, that’s what explained the weird size differences she had been noticing! Or, at least, it explained certain animals growing bigger — her mind shot back to the miniature stag she had seen before, and she wondered if these mushrooms had anything to do with it getting smaller…or perhaps the stag had consumed another fungi that grew somewhere close by…but she didn’t have enough brain capacity to think about all these added details at a time like this.
Cora felt a well of excitement build in her chest: this was an incredible discovery! She could write scientific papers on these purple mushrooms! She could study them and make a name for herself in the scientific and nature community!
But almost as soon as she felt this swell of intellectual promise, she felt a much more powerful urge threaten to overtake her. These mushrooms made animals grow larger. All different kinds of animals…mammals and birds, as well as reptiles and amphibians (judging from the large lizards and salamanders she had seen).
“I’m a mammal,” Cora said, almost breathlessly, as she stared hard at one of the mushrooms. “So why shouldn’t it work on me too?”
She thought hard about this, going back and forth in her mind. The urge to grow, to get bigger, was by far the most powerful internal feeling she felt, but she held herself at bay for a few minutes. What if it was poisonous to humans only? And what if the change was uncontrollable? Or permanent? Or what if it changed her brain somehow, and not just her body? Cora thought hard through all these contingencies.
“But the doe and the bird didn’t seem to change,” Cora said to herself, “except they just got bigger. They still behaved like the animals they were…they were just…huge!”
She looked hard again at the purple fungi flesh on the cap. The compulsion bubbled up within her, and she suddenly didn’t care about the negative possibilities. She was going to try it. Without any more thinking, she suddenly reached out and picked a small mushroom from the bunch on the ground, held it up to her mouth, inhaled, and took a bite.
Cora sucked in air sharply: the change was immediate. She became instantly conscious of two things simultaneously. First, she felt her clothes tighten around her entire body. Her long pants, her long-sleeve outdoors shirt, and even her socks and hiking boots all hugged her flesh tighter — her body was expanding!
But Cora couldn’t just focus on her growth — at the same time as all this was happening, she experienced a sudden wave of intense stimulation that immediately put her in mind of how she felt when she masturbated. The dark areolas around her nipples seemed to ripple in arousal, and her nipples themselves were straining through her sports bra and shirt, so hard that they poked out almost painfully. The dark brown folds of her pussy lips became immediately wet with lubrication, and her snatch instantly grew hot and moist.
“Ohhhh…ohhh mmyyy gooddddd,” Cora moaned out into the clearing, unable to stifle these words of pleasure as she continued to grow. After a few more moments, she seemed to have stopped. She had shot up to a statuesque 5’10 tall, and her body had swelled into a fuller and more curvaceous appearance, with her hips, ass, and breasts especially bearing the most obvious signs of growth.
Cora looked down at her arms and pulled her sleeves up, noticing with a thrill that her forearms looked a little more muscled. She stood there in the clearing, soaking up her new size for a number of minutes, her heart beating rapidly in her chest, as she waited for any other effects. But that was it; her growth seemed to have stopped, and she certainly wasn’t feeling ill or anything like that. Not wanting to waste any more time, she quickly gathered a large handful of the mushrooms and brought them back to the house.
Over the next few days, Cora experimented with consuming a couple more of the mushrooms as she went about her groundskeeping work in the forest. She couldn’t have been more happy at this new and fantastical development — at last, she was getting her wish! She was growing, and not just in small increments; she was getting huge! As she snacked on the purple mushrooms (which had a deliciously hardy and earthy taste), she gradually grew more and more in both size and stature. Her already impressive body filled out even more, and her considerable muscles continued swelling even bigger.
Cora didn’t even wait for her food supplies at Nora’s to dwindle before going out into town a couple days later. She had reached 6’2 now, and although she wasn’t quite sure how she would measure up to Georgiana Calloway, she knew that her rival would definitely be able to tell that she had grown, both in stature and in musculature. Cora just couldn’t wait any longer to see the look on Georgiana’s face, and so she went out to town just after lunch one day, a time that she knew coincided with Georgiana going to a specific boutique coffee shop to hang out and superciliously observe the other locals.
As Cora drove into town, her heart was beating quickly; she wasn’t sure if it was from the effect of the mushrooms she had eaten that morning, her excited nerves anticipating her meeting Georgiana, or some combination of both. Within fifteen minutes, she had driven down the forested mountain and into the valley, where the small town lay.
Soon, she was pulling into the small “shopping center” that truly only consisted of a general store, a chic clothing store, and a coffee shop. Sure enough, Cora saw Georgiana’s corvette parked in her usual spot, but to make it seem like she had gone to town for something else, she went into the general store, browsed around for a couple minutes, and ended up buying some vermiculite she realized she needed anyway for some potted plants she was growing.
“Hello, Ms. Cora!” said Mr. Jetson, the cashier. “Doing well today, young lady?”
“Sure am, Mr. Jetson!” Cora replied brightly, walking up to the counter. She was wondering how he would react to witnessing the change that had come upon her. For a few moments, Mr. Jetson didn’t seem to react at all; he scanned her item, looked at his screen, and told her the payment. Only when Cora was paying did she see him begin to study her. Mr. Jetson wasn’t terribly short, but at 5’8, he wasn’t that tall either. Before, he had only been an inch taller than Cora, but now he was a full half foot shorter.
Cora couldn’t help but smile as she felt his lingering gaze on her body. Mr. Jetson was a kind old man, so she knew that his stare wasn’t creepy in any way. Instead, it was merely confused and puzzled. After she finished paying, Cora took her bag and looked down at him, making a point to linger a moment and enjoy his reaction. The top of his head only came up to her nose; he was looking straight into her shoulders!
Cora merely grinned, and Mr. Jetson looked for a moment like he was going to open his mouth to say something. But whatever it was seemed to die in his throat, and he merely blinked a couple times and gave her a confused smile.
“Take care, Mr. Jetson!” said Cora cheerily, and she was gone, with him waving slightly as he stared after her.
‘Well, that was a fun little appetizer,’ thought Cora as she put her bag of vermiculite in her truck. ‘But now it’s time for the main course.’
She went into the coffee shop, striding right past Georgiana, who, as usual, was sitting in a plush chair near the entrance, pretending to read her Victorian novel as she stared haughtily over the pages at the rest of the coffee shop patrons. Cora had to admit that, even though Georgiana was a huge snob, she really, truly did stand out from the rest of the “mountain” crowd.
Everyone else had on plain, earth-colored clothing, and they were more or less of average height. Georgiana, in contrast, was wearing a long, silk black dress that showed just enough of her shapely calves to tease anyone who looked at her. Draped around her shoulders was a large fox-skin, and her blonde hair was done up in an elaborate, fancy hairdo. She looked like some ravishing young starlet straight out of a silent movie during the roaring twenties. But unlike those starlets, Georgiana used her voice quite often.
But Cora was pleased to note that even Georgiana, who almost always greeted her with a little teasing remark, had been struck dumb upon seeing her stride into the shop. Acting like everything was normal, Cora ordered her customary chai latte, and a minute later was sipping it smugly as she walked slowly back toward the entrance.
‘She has to say something now,’ thought Cora. ‘Or else it’s like her admitting defeat.’
“Cora?!” came Georgiana’s voice, rising loudly over the quiet din of other voices. “What in god’s name happened to you?!”
“What are you talking about, Georgiana?” asked Cora innocently as she sipped her latte. “I mean, I thought about dyeing my hair purple, but that would just reinforce your stereotype of me as a dirt-loving counter-cultural hippie.”
“Don’t play coy with me,” said Georgiana, putting her book down. “You know what I’m talking about. You’re taller! And...and bigger!”
Georgiana abruptly stood up to get a real sense of how Cora stood compared to her, and was shocked to discover that they were the exact same height. Cora stood there with a grin on her face as she enjoyed Georgiana’s wide-eyed reaction, and how her pretty mouth opened slightly, but said nothing. She was dumbfounded all right, and for several long moments, she seemed to have lost the ability to speak.
“Uh, yeah,” said Cora casually, sighing as her eyebrows went up, “I guess I am. Haha, looks like I’m just as tall as you now, supermodel.”
“B-But...but how?” was all that Georgiana could muster.
Cora shrugged again. “Oh, I don’t know...sometimes, you know, hiking in the woods, you find things!”
“That’s impossible,” snapped Georgiana, regaining her old vigor. “This is some kind of trick, and you’re not fooling me.”
“No tricks, girl! Swearsies!” laughed Cora, putting her free hand up in a motion of reciting an oath. Then she swept the same hand across her body’s frame. “This is all ‘au naturale,’ just like my organic shampoo and deodorant you love to tease me about.”
Georgia just stood there, looking for all the world like some kind of fuming Hollywood star who has been publicly slighted in front of the cameras. Except, instead of cameras, it was just a collection of townspeople in the coffee shop, watching the encounter curiously from their tables.
Suddenly, an imperious smile floated over Georgiana’s lips. Even from her position of temporary primacy, Cora felt her confidence wane a little. Georgiana could have that effect on people when she gave them that smile.
“Yeah, you like to tease and lecture me about animal cruelty and organic this and organic that,” she said, her eyes narrowing as her smile grew, showing her brilliant white teeth. “But you’re such a little hypocrite, Cora.”
“How...how so?” asked Cora uncertainly.
“How so?! How can you lecture me about all that when you’re taking steroids?!”
Now it was Cora’s turn to smile.
“Steroids?” she burst out, opening her mouth mirthfully. “You’re out of your mind, Georgiana! What you’re seeing has nothing to do with steroids!”
“You’re lying,” countered Georgiana quickly. “And I’m going to prove it somehow.”
“Well, good luck with that, Ms. Hollywood!” laughed Cora, feeling like it was time to leave now, when she was still on top. She walked up to the entrance, put her hand on the door, turned, and smiled. “But you better get a move on ‘proving’ your little theory. Next time you see me, well, I can’t guarantee that you won’t be looking up at me.”
With that, Cora turned and left, feeling the warm butterflies congratulating her as they fluttered and battered lightly on the inside of her stomach. She sipped her latte all the way back up the mountain; it was the most enjoyable drink she had ever had. She had Georgiana’s number now!
Feeling inspired by her recent encounter with her rival, Cora decided that she would celebrate her triumph with another mushroom or two. She had a large host of them drying on Nora’s big kitchen table. After arriving back home, she didn’t waste any time in scarfing one down.
‘Hmmm, better make it two actually,’ she thought to herself lightly, reaching down, snatching another one, and popping it into her already-chewing mouth. Cora was on such an elated high that, as she chewed the two mushrooms down, she almost decided to eat a third. But something held her back; even though everything was going so well, she didn’t want to stretch her luck. After all, she still didn’t really understand the mechanisms of how exactly the mushrooms worked.
At this point, she could be fairly certain that they weren’t toxic; after all, she and a whole host of other animals had eaten them without any apparent issues. But as a trained horticulturist, she knew better than to stuff herself full of a strange fungi that she was still in the process of studying.
Once again, the change happened quickly, just seconds after she had swallowed the mushrooms down. She could feel her clothes tightening again all around her, and it looked like the room was getting smaller before her very eyes. Of course, Cora knew that the room wasn’t getting smaller -- she was getting bigger! Her already big body swelled and lengthened, growing at a rate that had been unprecedented up until now. And as she grew, Cora could feel the dark lips of her pussy moistening again, until they actually began to drip with fragrant pre-cum.
“Ohhhh geeezzzzzz!” she hissed out into the air, throwing her head back as she backed up into a wall, attempting to steady herself from the intense sensations of the growth itself, and from the powerful spasms of lust that accompanied it. Up, up, up she grew, past 6’5...past 6’7...and past 6’9! Cora was moaning out loud now, over and over, and she had started vigorously rubbing her clit as her body continued to sprout and flourish.
Before long, she had grown into an absolutely amazonian physique, with enormously thick hips, a massive ass, and bombshell tits to boot. But more than anything else, it was noticeable how tall she was. When her growth finally stopped, Cora had grown all the way up to a towering seven feet tall!
But, at least for the moment, Cora was not focused on that. Her eyes were shut tightly as she gritted her teeth together, rubbing herself harder and harder, until the house was filled with wet, fast-moving splashing sounds as Cora brought herself to orgasm. She was thinking about Georgiana...and her proud, gorgeous face...her mouth opened in shock, her eyes wide with wounded pride...god she had incredible lips too...and her fingers were so long and elegant, with those expertly-manicured nails...she was so rich, so, so rich...and towered above everyone…
‘Except me,’ thought Cora in her lustful reverie as she began to cum, rubbing large sprays of fat, heavy cum droplets all over the hardwood of Nora’s floor. ‘Georgiana towers over everyone except me...oh goddddd….ohhhhh goddddddd when I see her next time….ohhhhhh my goddddddd I’m gonna tease her….and she’ll have to take it...there won’t be anything she can do...ffuuckkkkkkk!’
Cora slumped against the wall, falling into a sitting position from the force of her orgasm. For an entire minute, she just sat there panting, not even opening her eyes. When she finally did, she was amazed by how much she had grown, and, consequently, how small everything looked. She took a deep breath and pulled herself to her feet, by gripping on to the handle of a nearby cabinet. In doing so, Cora nearly ripped the entire cabinet door off its hinges.
‘Golly!’ she thought to herself. ‘I’m...strong!’
When she had finally managed to stand up, she walked around Nora’s house for a little bit, enjoying the myriad size comparisons of her new amazonian stature. She walked up to the bedroom doorway, and she was delighted to see that the door frame only came up to her eyes. Taking pleasure in having to duck down in order to go into the bedroom, Cora sprawled herself out on Nora’s enormous king-sized bed -- even though the bed was huge, it still wasn’t big enough to contain Cora’s body. Her feet stuck out at the bed’s end; Cora laughed to herself, wiggling her toes in the air.
“Oh well,” she said out loud, “I guess I can just pull my legs in when I sleep...no big deal!”
For the next few days, Cora isolated herself in Nora’s cabin. At first, she had been dying to go to town again, just so she could encounter Georgiana, and maybe also enjoy the shock and surprise of Jessie Jetson, the short young woman who worked for her grandfather Mr. Jetson.
“Hell, I can’t wait until everyone sees me!” she said out loud, admiring her strong, powerful physique in the mirror. “They have no idea...no clue...that’s been going on...and what I’ve found. Oh my god, Georgiana! She’s gonna totally freak!”
Even though Cora was well aware that she had masturbated to intense thoughts of Georgiana a few days before, she still didn’t really know how she felt about the whole thing. She thought that her rival was hot, obviously, but would there be anything that happened beyond those thoughts? Cora doubted it.
“I mean, she’s not gonna be able to stand me being this big compared to her,” said Cora to her reflection in the mirror, flexing her arms. “Haha, nope! Poor girl’s not gonna be able to handle it.”
While Cora spoke this way to herself, she still had to admit that she would probably not behave nearly as confidently around Georgiana, even being this big. The rich woman was just...so beautiful...that it was hard to act contained around her. But Cora was working her way up to the next encounter by building up her own self-esteem. She gave herself pep talks; she continued admiring herself in the mirror; and she made sure to keep going on long walks around Nora’s property, which helped make her feel vigorous and alive.
Then, a couple days later, almost exactly when Cora had worked her way up to going into town again, she received a visitor. It was Mr. Hanson, a middle-aged lawyer, and one of the town’s most prominent and well-respected residents. Cora was surprised to see him when she opened the front door. Mr. Hanson immediately gaped up at the gigantic woman. At 6’1, he was no slouch himself, but Cora towered over him; he was staring right into the top of her breasts.
“C-Cora!” he stammered. “You’ve...you’ve gotten so much bigger!”
“Yep, Mr. Hanson!” said Cora proudly, getting over any nerves almost immediately as she thrust her chest out proudly. “I guess it’s just something I ate, haha!”
“Hehe, well…” he said, his eyes going over her impressive body (which was squeezed into the clothes of Nora’s 6’6 older brother), “Well...well...um, I just came up here, Cora, to...to invite you to one of the annual events we have up at the Lodge. It’s just a fun little ‘social’ if you will. Everyone gets dressed up, and there’s a fancy buffet and cocktails, and there’s a live jazz band, and we all dance...you know...some nice old-time fun.”
“That sounds wonderful!” exclaimed Cora, who had felt a twinge in her pussy. This was perfect! The absolute best scenario for Georgiana to see her!
“And, well, usually Nora comes, when she’s here,” continued Mr. Hanson (who was determined to act normally despite Cora’s enormous new size). “But seeing as how you’re keeping up her property right now, I just wanted to invite you in her stead. The social will be in two days -- what do you think?”
Cora couldn’t keep the huge grin off her face as she looked down at the comparatively tiny man.
“I’ll be there,” she said, her voice brimming with excitement.
