Your wife was particularly scornful of the new maid, Yvette. It wasn’t unwarranted, however, as the eager young girl began flirting with you within the first day on the job. Any time your wife, Catalina, left your side, Yvette turned on the seduction. She would turn away from you and bend down, pretending to dust some knick knack or another. But what she was really doing was showing you her tight little ass.
You would take in the sights of course, and it was cute to have the little blonde maid acting like a lovestruck school girl when she was around you, but she wasn’t exactly your type. Your bored, spoiled, and frigid wife wasn’t your type either, but she was statuesque and had a healthy curvature to her.
One day, exasperated by her daily failed attempts at flirtation, Yvette asked you what it would take. That’s when you broke it to her that nothing would happen. You were attracted to tall women. Very tall women with oversized “assets”. And you told her that it was unfortunate, but no one can change their size.
“Oh really?” Yvette pondered.
A week later you were in your study when a new maid came into the door, filling it out quite fully. The 6 foot woman must have been a new hire, though you doubted Lina had hired her. She was insanely jealous of any woman taller than she was.
But as the statuesque and curvaceous girl, clad in what seemed to be a much undersized uniform, got closer, you noticed it wasn’t a new hire at all. It was Yvette.
“Good afternoon, sir” Yvette said in a sultry voice, followed by a girlish giggle. “What do you think?”
You didn’t have time to answer, as the girl grasped your collar with a firm hand and pulled you in for a deep kiss. You did not protest. Yvette closed the door and began undressing you both. She had seduced the master of the house just like that. But she wanted more.
Over the coming weeks, with Lina conveniently away on a shopping holiday, Yvette inched up taller and taller and filled out more and more of her clothing. It got to the point that her maid outfit looked more like a slutty Halloween costume than a formal uniform. The garment was hilariously outmatched by a pair of gravity defying GG breasts which lately hovered above your eyeline. Her skirt only covered the very top of her bulging, jiggling ass cheeks.
She stopped by at least once a day to ‘service’ the master of the house, whom she now cared for deeply, and outweighed by a good 50 lbs. It was decided that cleaning duties were no longer appropriate for her, as they were beneath someone of her stature. Her maid uniforms, which could no longer be used even as a novelty, were placed in storage. You of course paid for an entirely new wardrobe for Yvette. You gave her diamonds and jewels, rings and necklaces, and had dinner with her each evening. You quickly fell for the busty Amazonian, as she did for you. The two of you made mismatched love every evening. The best sex of your life.
You almost forgot about Catalina.
By the time she returned from Paris, a new woman was in charge of the household.
“My love” the 8 foot tall former servant girl spoke to you softly, “SHE Is home. I think its time we told her the new pecking order of this home. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes, my dear. Only how will I break it to her?” You wondered. Your marriage to Lina had been loveless for years, but you were still married after all.
“Don’t trouble yourself, my little love. I will be the one to tell her. She needs to understand that you are a man of taste, a man who deserves a very large woman to meet his needs. She is simply too small for you. I will make her understand. After all, she has no choice. Can she tell me no? I am much larger than her. I could take her newly purchased clothes if I wished and make them mine, as I’ve made you mine. She could not stop me. I could even force her to wear that silly old maid uniform that I used to wear.” Yvette giggled and began walking thunderously and lusciously toward the East Wing, where Catalina would be in her personal bedroom, admiring her purchases.
'Yes, I actually think that would be quite appropriate’, Yvette thought wickedly to herself, pulling her old uniforms out of storage. 'Little Lina. The little loser… she would be the spoiled house bitch no more. From now on, LINA would serve the master of the house AND the very VERY large mistress of the house, doing whatever they wished. She would work her fingers to the bone while Yvette lounged about leisurely, showing off her massive body for her love.
Yvette gingerly knocked on Catalinas door, tiny uniform in hand, giddy with the excitement of confronting her former employer as Catalina’s new superior.
“I guess we don’t have to worry about being caught anymore, but damn, we got huge!” Sara said, wobbling her friend’s tonnage of titty.
The two titans stood in the middle of the city, amid destruction, but were only focused on their newly enhanced bodies.
“Yeah,” Amber agreed. “I can’t believe she let us drink so much of the Jumbo Gro after we stole it for her. I was excited when I got big enough to see over my house, but THIS is even better.”
They’d clearly been the ones who’d destroyed Garden Jumbo Gro’s corporate offices and stolen the remaining supply of product, but the two giggling tit-monsters and the entire planet were soon overshadowed by an even larger shape who had clearly downed every last drop of Garden Jumbo Gro’s inventory.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we’re going to have to end this contest. We just ran out of the stuff.”
As a perky jingle for the commercial began to play behind the image of some overdeveloped office worker crammed into an impossibly overloaded sweater, the voiceover spoke, “We here at Garden Jumbo Gro appreciate your business. We’re striving our best to provide you…”
The commercial cut out, only to be replaced by the image of yet another busty brunette in. This video, however, was live.
“Hello all,” she said, “as the last surviving member of management at Garden Jumbo Gro, I wanted to reach out to the population. As I’m sure you’ve seen, Garden Jumbo Gro’s corporate office and manufacturing plant was destroyed earlier this morning by an unidentified giant. We could see her clearly, but none of us were tall enough to see her face last her chest. And that’s saying something,” the woman added, nervously chuckling, “because I’m 9 feet tall and I used to be one of the shorties around here. Authorities have been notified, but please be aware that whoever caused this destruction, fully wiping out our buildings, also managed to steal the tank which held our remaining supply of Jumbo Gro. Be careful out there, and if you see someone growing far too much and far too quickly, you might want to evacuate the area. That’s my plan right now.”
The camera turned to show the oversized woman squeezing into the back of a pickup truck before being driven out of the city.
“YOU HAVE TO STOP GETTING BIGGER!” You shouted up to Tessa through the megaphone. She was 1000 feet tall and leaning against the tallest building in town.
“But it feels so good” She said, her voice much louder than your own, even screaming through the megaphone. Her arms reached up as she stretched upwards.
The giantess arched her back and leaned against the skyscraper, which groaned under her weight. She grew up, her spurt enlarging her entire body up over the roof of the 1,250 foot building.
“NO, NOT LIKE THAT” You screamed.
“What are you gonna do about it?” Tessa nudged her foot against the building you were standing on. She gave what she though was a light tap, but her 200 foot long foot busted through the first and second floors. You stumbled as the roof below your feet shook violently.
“PLEASE” You pleaded.
“Please what?” The giantess asked, a quizzically flirty voice echoing down to you. “Don’t not get bigger? Gladly!” Tessa threw her arms out as her body ascended to even greater heights.
You spiked the megaphone off the ground. “GOD DAMNIT” You yelled, as Tessa’s growing foot grew into the building below. It collapsed, and the last thing you saw was your 2000 foot girlfriend still getting bigger.
Karla and her friends had been excited to share the bottle of Jumbo Gro that had been given to them by a huge friend. They planned it out, met at the beach and took one last look around.
None of them were very big, average to below average height, nothing more than a saggy C-cup among them, so the changes were huge when they happened and soon there were four enlarged women, each standing well over 8ft tall and all of them stressing the oversized bikinis they’d brought with them. There were very squishy hugs all around as they cheered and stared in awe at each other. The moment couldn’t have been much better.
Then, after they went their separate ways, Karla got home and realized her next issue would be adjusting to fit her new body into a much smaller world. She had always been the most responsible of the bunch, sort of a mother among their friend group, so she’d been entrusted with the bottle of Jumbo Gro. After squeezing through the hallways to her bedroom, she stored it safely in her closet before looking around at her now useless wardrobe.
“None of this is going to fit again,” she said to herself. She decided that maybe one or two more oversized bikinis might be useful, so she talked herself into using a little drop of Jumbo Gro here and there to add some clothing items.
She went to change into a new one, but got distracted by the size and perkiness of her new boobs and ended up taking some selfies on her bed, pictures that were dominated by her pale chest, and only stopped when she heard the bed frame cracking.
She made her way outside to her pool, wearing one of her other large bikinis, and enjoyed every movement that her body made. The jiggles, the wobbles, the way that the ground seemed to shake under her heavier footsteps. The pool was no longer big enough for her to swim around much, but she enjoyed the gentle waves that her body created as they bobbed her chest about. She also saw a lot of the neighbors peeking out through second story windows to get an eyeful of her.
She loved it so much that she made a selfish decision. If being big was this great, then being bigger must be even better. She hesitated k my briefly, concerned about what her friends would think, but then she drank some more Jumbo Gro and grew again.
There was no way anything would fit after this second growth, something the propelled her to being the size of a small home. She luckily found some old black sheets that could just barely conceal her even more expansive body and then lounged in her yard, feeling the earth compress under her new weight as she took in the feelings of all that power and beauty that she now possessed.
She hoped her friends wouldn’t be TOO mad.