Linda, a 30-something mom in her favorite plaid shirt and jeans, padded barefoot down the creaky basement stairs, a mix of curiosity and mild annoyance on her face. “Carl, it’s past midnight—what’s that buzzing noise?” she called, her voice echoing in the dimly lit space. The basement was a cluttered shrine to her husband’s self-proclaimed scientific genius: framed family photos on the walls, a flickering lamp in the corner, and a tripod-mounted device humming ominously, its purple glow casting eerie shadows.
She reached the bottom step, squinting at the contraption. “What in the world…?” she muttered, just as the machine whirred to life with a loud bzzzzt. Startled, Linda yelped, her foot slipping on a stray piece of paper. She stumbled backward, arms flailing, and landed hard on her butt with a thud, right in the path of the device—Carl’s “Magnifi-Growth Ray 3000.”
A brilliant violet beam shot out, zapping her square in the chest. “Oh!” Linda gasped, her body jolting as a warm, electric sensation surged through her. A tingling warmth radiated through her limbs—subtle at first. But then her jeans pulled taut across her thighs, seams whining in protest. Her toes curled, her flannel stretching over swelling curves as her entire frame surged upward, outward, and more. “What the hell is happening to me? Carl!” she breathed, voice already deeper, fuller. Her hands scrambled for purchase on the floor, but her body was already expanding—her legs stretching, hips widening, her bare feet sliding across the cold concrete, knocking over Carl’s tools.
Her head bumped the low ceiling, and she instinctively raised her arms, palms pressing against the groaning wooden beams. The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mix of power and pleasure as her curves amplified, her denim clinging to her like a second skin. She could feel every inch of her body growing, the tightness of her clothes sending shivers down her spine.
Carl, who’d been dozing on a stool in the corner, jolted awake, his glasses slipping down his nose. “Linda?! Oh no, the growth ray!” He stared, mouth agape, as his wife towered over him, her blonde curls brushing the ceiling, her newly massive form filling the basement. Her tank top hugged her in all the right places, and Carl couldn’t look away.
Linda’s shock began to melt into a sultry smirk as she adjusted to her size, the intoxicating feeling of growth making her feel alive in ways she hadn’t expected. But just as she started to revel in the moment, the machine hummed to life again with a menacing whirrr, its glowing lens swiveling to aim directly at the groin of her jeans. Her eyes widened, a mix of anticipation and alarm flashing across her face. Before she could react, the beam erupted, striking her most sensitive parts with a surge of electric heat. A loud, involuntary moan escaped her lips, echoing through the basement, as another growth spurt hit her, her body trembling with the overwhelming sensation.
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I hope you enjoyed the story! I think I may have to revisit this one, Linda can't stop growing just yet😉
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