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Jennifer hated her life. Even at the age of twenty, she only stood four feet in height and had no breasts to speak of. She had a brilliant mind and a well paying job, but she was tried of people…normal people tormenting her based solely on her physical size.

"Look out shortly."

"Watch where you're walking I almost stepped on you."

"Ah what a cute little boy. Where's you're mommy and daddy little one?"

This list went on and on…and on.

Jennifer once thought about looking the idea of chemicals to improve her looks, but could never pay for treatment, and researcher professors just took one look at her and often comment with, "Sorry but we can't experiment on children."

Once again, she slept through the night crying her eyes out.

Then something happened that changed her life forever…

…

One light after coming home from her job, her checks covered with tears from being the butt of one short joke after another, she saw there was a message waiting for her on the answering machine.

She thought about deleting it straight away, as no one ever calls her unless it's her mother asking when she planned to settle down with a nice man. As if, she thought unkindly. Standing before the machine, a frown upon her face, knowing that she didn't even have to reach far to press the controls.

"Hello Jennifer," the voice was not that of her mother or any one she knew for that matter. "I've been watching you for some time…I know that you're unpleasant with your petite size…"

That's it! she snapped. I'm deleting this!

"I can help you Jennifer…" the message carried on sharply, "to make you grow taller…as tall as you're heart desire."

Jennifer paused, her finger mere inches from the delete button.

"Could I really grow taller?" she whispered.

"If you wish to learn more, go to the pier at the end of Fifth Street and look for the gypsy booth."

The message end.

"Gypsy booth?" Jennifer muttered a confused expression rooted on her face. If ever there was thought in her mind that this was nothing more than a stupid joke some poke teenagers were playing on her, the idea of gypsy booth confirmed it.

And yet the idea of being taller was almost too good to be true. Glancing out the window, Jennifer saw that the sun was close to setting, and by the time she reached the pier it would be completely dark, there would be less people out and about to make fun of her. With nothing better to do, she grabbed her purse and left.

…

I must be the biggest foul in the world.

Jennifer paced about the pier, not really knowing what to look for—other than the fact that felt truly embarrassed. She half expected to stroll into her home and find a message waiting for her saying, "Sucker!" several times over.

After making yet another swipe of the pier, Jennifer felt like giving up, until she saw an odd looking stand in front of her.

That wasn't there before she thought.

Inching her way closer she saw the words Wish Granter painted on the front with a model of a gypsy woman within a glass case. A set of cards were laid before the model and a lever that was just out her reach labeled pull.

"Well the message said something about a gypsy booth," Jennifer said to herself. Looking around she found a small enough crate for her to pick up and stand on in order to reach the lever. Giving it a hard yank, she heard a numbers of gears turning, an eerie laughter coming from the model, followed by a card spilling out of a slot.

Taking the card Jennifer saw it read, "What is your greatest wish?"

Jennifer felt far more embarrassed than before, but still, she could not help but go along with the gag if only to get some of the edge off her back. "I wish to be bigger."

Something flashed over head causing Jennifer to blink and stumble off the box. When the light faded, she saw a new card in the slot. Glancing at the card, it read, "Your wish has been granted."

Jennifer released a hard sigh and tossed the card away. "Man talk about a total waste of time. I am so out of here."

With the night a total waste of time, and with nothing better to do, Jennifer collapsed along her bed the moment she got home.

…

The next day, Jennifer woke with a shortness of breath, her clothes felt strange, almost tight.

"Damn it," she snapped getting out of bed, "that piece of junk watcher must have struck my clothes. Like I don't need a small enough size as it is."

Getting out bed, Jennifer glanced at the clock shocked to see it half-hour past nine o-clock. "Oh no, I'm late."

Rushing over to the dresser, Jennifer quickly picked out a new set of clothes, yet to her confusion these were just as tight. She went through set of clothes after another still all too tight to wear with ease. At last she managed to find a set of clothes that belonged to a former room mate. She was a little bit taller than her—by about a few inches—so she was rather surprise to see how nicely it fit her.

"Mmmm…could I have grown a little while I slept?" Jennifer asked herself. She allowed the thought to settle for moment before finally pushing it aside with a lifeless chuckle. "Jennifer, you've been watching too much sci-fi B-movies."

Finally dressed and prepped for the day, she grabbed her keys—unknowing having to lean over a little just to grasp them—and left for work.

Jennifer slumped toward her little desk, doing her best to go unnoticed. Of course no one ever really noticed her being so short and all. A strange sensation came over her as she entered the company parking lot, and as she strolled past the number cubicles, her clothing became tight along her limbs the sleeves inched their way up her arm soon followed by a popping sound as the button cuffs snapped. Small gaps formed between the buttons of her shirt as small mounds began to form. By the time she reached her desk though the sensation passed and she managed to breath easier, only slightly though as with each breath she took, placed more strain on her buttons.

Trying to push the tightness of her clothes out of her mind, Jennifer got cracking on her. She worked for the town's local insurance company so most of her day was spent listening to people complain about one mishap after another—some of them total fakes, people who were just trying to make a quick buck. Slipping a set of headphones on she attached the lead to her phone and pressed one of the flashing lights.

"Yes how I might help you?"

She listened on as a woman on the other end of the line rambled on about how her car crashed into tree due to a blown tire. Taking a deep breath, she transfers the caller to the next person down the chain of command. The next caller sounded like some drunken teenager calming that a hail storm dented his car. But we're in the middle of a heat wave, she thought and stabbed the receiver button with a puff of pent up air. As she did, the top of her shirt grew tighter, more gaps forming.

Her feet continued to ache, mainly along her toes. They felt pinched and cried out for mercy. She knew there was a standard dress code in place about the company, but also knew that no one ever really took noticed of her, so with some difficulty—more so than she had expected—slipped her shoes off, wiggled her toes and breathed a deep sigh of relief.

A pop and clicking sound drew her attention toward her desk. A small shirt button laid before her keyboard. Jennifer then felt a strange tickling sensation along her feet. Glancing down she was confused to see her feet were brushing along the floor. Could have something happen to my chair again? Grasping the lever, Jennifer tried to readjust the height of her chair, only it would not move an inch. She tried several attempts with the same results, but that would mean that the chair was already at its highest level. But that made sense. She was only four feet tall; her feet should be a solid foot off the ground. She swivel her chair around, only to gasp in pain as something struck her knee. Looking back down she was shocked to see she hit the side of her desk.

"What's going on?" she gasped standing up. Something began to pinch her temples and realized with some degree of confusion to discover it was her headphone. Her clothes felt tighter again, her breathing came in short gasps. Still looking down Jennifer was shocked to see two small mounds begin to form under shirt. Grasping them with both hands she moaned at the sudden sensation that followed. Her sleeves ran up her arm and slowly began to tear. Another button popped off and Jennifer was given the first good view of her expanding cleavage. The sight of such a thing caused her to laugh.

"This is completely amazing!" she cried.

Her mood swiftly changed as she heard something new—the sounds of metal groaning. With her increase size, her chair suddenly gave way, and she fell hard to the floor. Standing up, she was amazed at how different her cubical looked. Gazing at wall panel and how it was level with her forehead.

"But that would make me five feet tall," she muttered in shock. "I've a solid foot in height in less than a few minutes."

With the realization of her increased height also came the shock to the fact her clothes were near the bursting point. Luckily it was break time and unless the building was on fire no one ever dropped by to say high. Looking around, she found a lone trench coat hanging on the rack. After slipping it on, she was astounded to find that she had difficultly fastening the top three buttons forcing her creamy white breasts to push out along the collar.

"Even my breasts have grown," she muttered with a soft moan as she rubbed her hand along the edges.

Just then one Jennifer's co-worker by the name of Hank strolled by. Hank was known around the office as an overbearing womanizer, flirting with just about every single woman who dared to show off the little amount of cleavage.

Usually like so many others he would stroll past without so much as a second glance but with her new current body, there was possible chance of causing his nose bleed. Moving quickly—which came as a surprise with her long legs—Jennifer made her way toward the nearest rest room. Upon entering, she gazed into the mirror, still in awe by her new height and breasts size. She ran her hands down the sides of her bosom causing her to moan once more.

"I'd be careful if I were you."

Jennifer spun around to see one of the stole door open and Amy—one of her fellow co-workers—stepping out. She brushed the remains of cigarette against her high hills and gave Jennifer a quick glance from head to toe.

"You must be new here," she muttered with a chuckle adding, "what happened to your clothes? Forgot how to work your watcher and drier?"

She doesn't know its me, Jennifer thought. This might not be such a big thing after all. Taking a deep breath, which placed a great deal of stress on her jacket. She spoke in a deep voice, "Yeah, my name is Jenn…" she paused stopping herself short before she blurt out her full name.

Amy didn't seem to take much notice of this as she reached for another cigarette, placed it in between her full red limps and said, "Jenn uh…reminds me of runty flat chest wallflower named Jennifer."

Jennifer felt a little hurt by Amy's comment, but it was nothing she heard before, so merely brushed it off as she struggled to clip the buttons back in place, but try as she might, there was just no more empty space left.

"So when did you start?" Amy asked out of hand.

Jennifer took a moment to think up a good enough lie. "Oh just today," she paused as she took a glance at her bountiful cleavage and added, "I'm sure I'll make a lot of—"

"Alright let me just stop you right now," Amy stammered, thrusting her D-cup breasts, "I run the show here, I've got every single man wrapped around my figure, and if you think I'm going to just stand aside and let you take it from then you've got another thing coming."

Jennifer turned to gaze down—yes she was honestly looking down at Amy by about a good few inches—and began to laugh, her breasts jiggling within the confines of her jacket which caused yet another button to pop off. I better be careful, she thought half-heartily, or I'm going to run out buttons…than again, I've never had this much fun before.

"Now I don't know who you are, but I do know that you aren't going to be getting any more once the men here get a load of these big mounds." With that Jennifer clutched the sides of her jacket, pulled hard and with a loud snapped popped the remaining buttons showing off her whopping DD-cup breasts.

Amy was completely stunned by the sight of such mounds, so much in fact that she passed out.

"Oops…" Jennifer said with a faint chuckle, "guess I don't know my own strength." A sneer expression formed on her face at the realization that she had ruined the jacket. "Great Jennifer, you may have gotten back at Amy, but…" she paused once again as she looked over Amy's prone body. They were about the same height now if only off by a few inches. It was be a tight fit for her breasts but she could take care of that what with opening up the top few buttons.

With that she quickly slipped Amy out of her clothes leaving her only her bra—way to small for her heaving jugs—and panties. She wasn't completely heartless after all. Sure enough the dress proved to be a tight fit for her breasts, but they were so sensitive and pleasing to the touch she did not mind.

Fully dressed in Amy's clothes Jennifer strutted down the hallway making her way to the elevators, smiling all the while at all the heads turning to stare. "Looks like my wish came turn after all," she whispered to herself.

Little did Jennifer know however, her wish was far from over.

…

Jennifer slept in the nude as nothing she owned—other than Amy's clothes could fit her anymore. She tossed and turned about the bed, a cold sweat overwhelming. She clutched the bed sheets and heard a faint creaking sound from beneath her. Laying on her back, Jennifer thrust her heaving bosom out, and each time she did, they seemed to grow larger. It wasn't just her breasts either but the rest of her as well. With each gasping moan her body slowly grew. Soft creaking sounds soon followed up with loud groans as the bed frame bent downward, giving way to ever increasing weight. Following one last scream of bliss brought about by her growth, Jennifer's sprout came to a stop. Her hands and feet dangled from the edge of the bed and her head brushed up against the back board. And through it all Jennifer merely slept, her mind wrapped up in all the pleasure.

Oh that was wonderful, she thought a hand reaching for a large mound of tit flesh, but I want more.

As morning arrived, Jennifer sat up, rubbing the back of her head which hurt something fierce. Glancing about her she was shocked to see that she had grown once again…and yet a part of her was immensely thrilled. The sight of her newly enlarged breast riding high on her chest filled her with pride. She began to squeeze them against each other; fits of pleasure wracked her body.

"Oh I better not do that again," she muttered with a large smile, "I might begin to enjoy it."

Standing up she glanced up further amazed at how close the ceiling was. She laughed at how easy it was for her to raise her hand up and touch it. Glancing about her again, her awe and wonder deepen as everything look so small to her. She had to been over just to see her face in the mirror.

"Oh wow," she muttered, "I have to be over six feet tall now."

Looking about the floor she came upon Amy's clothes and smiled. "I doubt this will be able to fit me now."

Turning on the computer, she bought a number of clothes, figuring she would need to move up from a small to an extra large. Finally she set her eyes on a nice lacy E-cup bra. She clicked on the next day guaranteed, hoping she would not go through another growth spurt and closed down her computer. "Well there's goes my budget," she said with a smile. With that task done, she made a quick phone to her job.

"Hi…" she muttered, fighting the urge to chuckle at the notice she had to bend over to reach the phone, "this Jennifer, is Harry there?" There was a pause as she waited for Harry to pick up on his in.

"Yes Jennifer, what can do for you?"

"I'm just calling in to let you know that I won't be coming in for the next few days," she paused to admire her new enlarged body. "I came down with a sudden cloud."

"You won't be coming in…funny I didn't even notice that you were here."

Jennifer's grip on the phone tighten. "Didn't even know I wasn't there? What do you think I've been doing all this time, I mean its nine o-clock in the morning, I'm half hour late as it is."

"Look Jennifer there's nothing to be upset about, you're just the kind of person who goes around unnoticed because…well you know."

Jennifer's eyes narrowed, her blood began to boil and with came a new strange sensation flowing through her body. Muscles she never knew about were beginning to pump and grow, her E-cup breasts rose higher on her chest, pushed out by her enlarging pecs. Her back widen and shoulder bulged, thigh and calves swelled.

"Well let me tell you Harry," her growth fueling her rage, "by the time this is all done, everyone will have to stop and take notice of me." With that she slammed the phone down breaking the table in half.

"Wow," she stammered realizing just how strong she had become. Turning her attention to her arms she began flexing them smiling brightly at the firm round bicep that greeted her. "Not only did my wish make me tall with large breasts, but it's making strong too." With a bold smile she jumped for joy her breasting bouncing however, she failed to realize just how strong she was and ended up busting through ceiling.

"Oops. This going to take some getting use to."

…

Jennifer's new clothes arrived late the next day, and she had to wait till well into the night so that no one would notice her standing on the porch stark naked. Moving quickly with her breasts bouncing—fighting the sensation to moan from the cool night air passing over her bare skin—Jennifer brought the large package inside. She couldn't believe how light it felt, she even smiled at how the label read 40 pounds.

"I think I'll order some spandex and go try out the local gym," she said while tossing the box from one hand to the other, "looks like these muscle just are for show."

Jennifer open the box, she found a bra and tried to clip it on, yet her breasts had grown so much last night that these were too small. She manage to clip on one but after arching her back a little the straps snapped causing it fly off. Shrugging her shoulders she decide to go without a bra for now. Next slipped into one of the business suit. It was a little tight along the arm, mainly due to her increased muscle mass, and buttoning up the top three buttons proved to be impossible. She then put on one of her new blouses; only the side tore as she leaned forward a little.

"Oh well maybe I'll start a new trend," she said with a giggle.

Walking around in her new high heels gave her something of thrill as it caused her calves to flex with each step, not to mention it gave her a few extra inches in height.

"I can't wait tell everyone at work sees the new me."

Moving on, Jennifer slipped in some of her other causal clothes, similar with her blouse, the sleeves of her t-shirts were very tight and stretch to the limit when ever she flexed her arms. Her pants were far too tight below the knees and burst open without warning. With a simple flex Jennifer managed to tear them along the upper thigh turning them into hot pants. Her shoes where little tight, but they would do for now.

She smile at the idea of people's head turning whenever she took a walk—check she be able to cause car wrecks with a body like this.

Glancing at the clock, she noticed it was well past midnight, surprised that she was not even tried, but decide to go to bed, she wanted to get to work early and see the look on everyone's face as she stroll into the office.

The next morning, Jennifer went to work with her head held high, and her breasts jetting out on her pecs. Beginning seven feet tall, Jennifer had to bend over in order to get through the main doors. This is didn't bother her however, if anything it only fueled her enjoyment of her new height. With each breathe she took; the buttons of her blouse threaten to burst. Everyone single man turned to stare, some even bumped into a wall 'cause they were too stupid to mind where they were walking. This only caused Jennifer to giggle. "Watch where you're going shortie," she said in a mocking tone.

"Who the hell are you?"

A sinful smile formed on Jennifer's face and slowly turned around to face Harry. Her smile widen at the realization that she was looking down at him, and even then her breasts were blocking most of her view.

"Why don't you know?" she asked in a malicious tone, "It's me Jennifer."

Harry's mouth opened wide, and slowly backed away. "Jen…Jen…Jennifer?"

"The one and only," she said in a pleasing voice.

Harry shook his head, glared up at Jennifer and said in a hard set voice, "What the hell happened to you?"

"I grew," she said simply, "now I think there's going to be some changes around here."

"Now wait a damn minute!" Harry snapped, "I'm still the boss around here bitch and if you think—"

The rest of his statement was cut short as Jennifer suddenly snatched him off the ground by his collar. "Now look here little man," she said eyeing Harry dead in the face, "being a seven foot tall buff amazon doesn't mean I can be pushed around. From now on you'll all be taking…orders from…" her train of thought trailed off as she felt a familiar sensation building through her body.

Harry fought against Jennifer's grip, but he could not even dent her forearm, and for some reason it seem to be getting bigger.

Jennifer could feel her body growing once more. Her already tight clothes quickly ripped apart. Button after button popped off exposing her massive breasts to day light. Her sleeves ripped open as the muscles in her arms thicken and shoulders swelled. With a loud snap, her shirk fell to the floor. Shoes and socks burst open Her head bumped against the ceiling which made her over nine feet tall, and with the sudden pain in the back of her head dropped Harry to the ground.

Jennifer brought her strapping arms up and with hefty push her way into the second floor. More and more, her body grew, towering over her fellow co-workers, who only came up to her waist. She rose from twelve feet well into fourteen and still she grew. Her head bumped against the roof a moment later, and had to bend over to keep from crashing through. Sitting down she smiled at all everyone scattered to avoid getting crushed. Her back and feet pressed up against the far wall walls and her upper body was slowly reaching into the second floor once again.

"That's it," she said flexing her imposing muscles, "I've had enough." With that she slammed her arms about the walls several time, causing them to crack. Harry and the others ran for the exit as the building quickly began to crumble about their heads. Rushing outside they turned back just in time to see Jennifer's massive feet crash through the front of the building, plowing through the grass and knocking over parked cars.

A moment later, the roof exploded as Jennifer stood to her awe shocking full height of forty feet. Brushing dust and bit of rumble from her hair, she glanced down at all the tiny people gathered around and laughed at how different her life had become. Never again would she be made fun of for being short. At this size there was nothing she couldn't do, and nothing to stand in her way.

Knelling down, Jennifer plucked Harry—who was too shocked to run—by his head and brought him, gently placing him on her firm breast. She moaned as he fought to get a firm grip. Crossing her mighty arms about her waist she spoke in a loud commanding voice, "So who's the boss around here?"

Harry clung to Jennifer's breasts for dear life. He coward beneath her chin speaking with a great deal of fear in his voice. "You are."

The End

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Jennifer hated her life. Even at the age of twenty, she only stood four feet in height and had no breasts to speak of. She had a brilliant mind and a well paying job, but she was tried of people…normal people tormenting her based solely on her physical size.

"Look out shortly."

"Watch where you're walking I almost stepped on you."

"Ah what a cute little boy. Where's you're mommy and daddy little one?"

This list went on and on…and on.

Jennifer once thought about looking the idea of chemicals to improve her looks, but could never pay for treatment, and researcher professors just took one look at her and often comment with, "Sorry but we can't experiment on children."

Once again, she slept through the night crying her eyes out.

Then something happened that changed her life forever…

…

One light after coming home from her job, her checks covered with tears from being the butt of one short joke after another, she saw there was a message waiting for her on the answering machine.

She thought about deleting it straight away, as no one ever calls her unless it's her mother asking when she planned to settle down with a nice man. As if, she thought unkindly. Standing before the machine, a frown upon her face, knowing that she didn't even have to reach far to press the controls.

"Hello Jennifer," the voice was not that of her mother or any one she knew for that matter. "I've been watching you for some time…I know that you're unpleasant with your petite size…"

That's it! she snapped. I'm deleting this!

"I can help you Jennifer…" the message carried on sharply, "to make you grow taller…as tall as you're heart desire."

Jennifer paused, her finger mere inches from the delete button.

"Could I really grow taller?" she whispered.

"If you wish to learn more, go to the pier at the end of Fifth Street and look for the gypsy booth."

The message end.

"Gypsy booth?" Jennifer muttered a confused expression rooted on her face. If ever there was thought in her mind that this was nothing more than a stupid joke some poke teenagers were playing on her, the idea of gypsy booth confirmed it.

And yet the idea of being taller was almost too good to be true. Glancing out the window, Jennifer saw that the sun was close to setting, and by the time she reached the pier it would be completely dark, there would be less people out and about to make fun of her. With nothing better to do, she grabbed her purse and left.

…

I must be the biggest foul in the world.

Jennifer paced about the pier, not really knowing what to look for—other than the fact that felt truly embarrassed. She half expected to stroll into her home and find a message waiting for her saying, "Sucker!" several times over.

After making yet another swipe of the pier, Jennifer felt like giving up, until she saw an odd looking stand in front of her.

That wasn't there before she thought.

Inching her way closer she saw the words Wish Granter painted on the front with a model of a gypsy woman within a glass case. A set of cards were laid before the model and a lever that was just out her reach labeled pull.

"Well the message said something about a gypsy booth," Jennifer said to herself. Looking around she found a small enough crate for her to pick up and stand on in order to reach the lever. Giving it a hard yank, she heard a numbers of gears turning, an eerie laughter coming from the model, followed by a card spilling out of a slot.

Taking the card Jennifer saw it read, "What is your greatest wish?"

Jennifer felt far more embarrassed than before, but still, she could not help but go along with the gag if only to get some of the edge off her back. "I wish to be bigger."

Something flashed over head causing Jennifer to blink and stumble off the box. When the light faded, she saw a new card in the slot. Glancing at the card, it read, "Your wish has been granted."

Jennifer released a hard sigh and tossed the card away. "Man talk about a total waste of time. I am so out of here."

With the night a total waste of time, and with nothing better to do, Jennifer collapsed along her bed the moment she got home.

…

The next day, Jennifer woke with a shortness of breath, her clothes felt strange, almost tight.

"Damn it," she snapped getting out of bed, "that piece of junk watcher must have struck my clothes. Like I don't need a small enough size as it is."

Getting out bed, Jennifer glanced at the clock shocked to see it half-hour past nine o-clock. "Oh no, I'm late."

Rushing over to the dresser, Jennifer quickly picked out a new set of clothes, yet to her confusion these were just as tight. She went through set of clothes after another still all too tight to wear with ease. At last she managed to find a set of clothes that belonged to a former room mate. She was a little bit taller than her—by about a few inches—so she was rather surprise to see how nicely it fit her.

"Mmmm…could I have grown a little while I slept?" Jennifer asked herself. She allowed the thought to settle for moment before finally pushing it aside with a lifeless chuckle. "Jennifer, you've been watching too much sci-fi B-movies."

Finally dressed and prepped for the day, she grabbed her keys—unknowing having to lean over a little just to grasp them—and left for work.

Jennifer slumped toward her little desk, doing her best to go unnoticed. Of course no one ever really noticed her being so short and all. A strange sensation came over her as she entered the company parking lot, and as she strolled past the number cubicles, her clothing became tight along her limbs the sleeves inched their way up her arm soon followed by a popping sound as the button cuffs snapped. Small gaps formed between the buttons of her shirt as small mounds began to form. By the time she reached her desk though the sensation passed and she managed to breath easier, only slightly though as with each breath she took, placed more strain on her buttons.

Trying to push the tightness of her clothes out of her mind, Jennifer got cracking on her. She worked for the town's local insurance company so most of her day was spent listening to people complain about one mishap after another—some of them total fakes, people who were just trying to make a quick buck. Slipping a set of headphones on she attached the lead to her phone and pressed one of the flashing lights.

"Yes how I might help you?"

She listened on as a woman on the other end of the line rambled on about how her car crashed into tree due to a blown tire. Taking a deep breath, she transfers the caller to the next person down the chain of command. The next caller sounded like some drunken teenager calming that a hail storm dented his car. But we're in the middle of a heat wave, she thought and stabbed the receiver button with a puff of pent up air. As she did, the top of her shirt grew tighter, more gaps forming.

Her feet continued to ache, mainly along her toes. They felt pinched and cried out for mercy. She knew there was a standard dress code in place about the company, but also knew that no one ever really took noticed of her, so with some difficulty—more so than she had expected—slipped her shoes off, wiggled her toes and breathed a deep sigh of relief.

A pop and clicking sound drew her attention toward her desk. A small shirt button laid before her keyboard. Jennifer then felt a strange tickling sensation along her feet. Glancing down she was confused to see her feet were brushing along the floor. Could have something happen to my chair again? Grasping the lever, Jennifer tried to readjust the height of her chair, only it would not move an inch. She tried several attempts with the same results, but that would mean that the chair was already at its highest level. But that made sense. She was only four feet tall; her feet should be a solid foot off the ground. She swivel her chair around, only to gasp in pain as something struck her knee. Looking back down she was shocked to see she hit the side of her desk.

"What's going on?" she gasped standing up. Something began to pinch her temples and realized with some degree of confusion to discover it was her headphone. Her clothes felt tighter again, her breathing came in short gasps. Still looking down Jennifer was shocked to see two small mounds begin to form under shirt. Grasping them with both hands she moaned at the sudden sensation that followed. Her sleeves ran up her arm and slowly began to tear. Another button popped off and Jennifer was given the first good view of her expanding cleavage. The sight of such a thing caused her to laugh.

"This is completely amazing!" she cried.

Her mood swiftly changed as she heard something new—the sounds of metal groaning. With her increase size, her chair suddenly gave way, and she fell hard to the floor. Standing up, she was amazed at how different her cubical looked. Gazing at wall panel and how it was level with her forehead.

"But that would make me five feet tall," she muttered in shock. "I've a solid foot in height in less than a few minutes."

With the realization of her increased height also came the shock to the fact her clothes were near the bursting point. Luckily it was break time and unless the building was on fire no one ever dropped by to say high. Looking around, she found a lone trench coat hanging on the rack. After slipping it on, she was astounded to find that she had difficultly fastening the top three buttons forcing her creamy white breasts to push out along the collar.

"Even my breasts have grown," she muttered with a soft moan as she rubbed her hand along the edges.

Just then one Jennifer's co-worker by the name of Hank strolled by. Hank was known around the office as an overbearing womanizer, flirting with just about every single woman who dared to show off the little amount of cleavage.

Usually like so many others he would stroll past without so much as a second glance but with her new current body, there was possible chance of causing his nose bleed. Moving quickly—which came as a surprise with her long legs—Jennifer made her way toward the nearest rest room. Upon entering, she gazed into the mirror, still in awe by her new height and breasts size. She ran her hands down the sides of her bosom causing her to moan once more.

"I'd be careful if I were you."

Jennifer spun around to see one of the stole door open and Amy—one of her fellow co-workers—stepping out. She brushed the remains of cigarette against her high hills and gave Jennifer a quick glance from head to toe.

"You must be new here," she muttered with a chuckle adding, "what happened to your clothes? Forgot how to work your watcher and drier?"

She doesn't know its me, Jennifer thought. This might not be such a big thing after all. Taking a deep breath, which placed a great deal of stress on her jacket. She spoke in a deep voice, "Yeah, my name is Jenn…" she paused stopping herself short before she blurt out her full name.

Amy didn't seem to take much notice of this as she reached for another cigarette, placed it in between her full red limps and said, "Jenn uh…reminds me of runty flat chest wallflower named Jennifer."

Jennifer felt a little hurt by Amy's comment, but it was nothing she heard before, so merely brushed it off as she struggled to clip the buttons back in place, but try as she might, there was just no more empty space left.

"So when did you start?" Amy asked out of hand.

Jennifer took a moment to think up a good enough lie. "Oh just today," she paused as she took a glance at her bountiful cleavage and added, "I'm sure I'll make a lot of—"

"Alright let me just stop you right now," Amy stammered, thrusting her D-cup breasts, "I run the show here, I've got every single man wrapped around my figure, and if you think I'm going to just stand aside and let you take it from then you've got another thing coming."

Jennifer turned to gaze down—yes she was honestly looking down at Amy by about a good few inches—and began to laugh, her breasts jiggling within the confines of her jacket which caused yet another button to pop off. I better be careful, she thought half-heartily, or I'm going to run out buttons…than again, I've never had this much fun before.

"Now I don't know who you are, but I do know that you aren't going to be getting any more once the men here get a load of these big mounds." With that Jennifer clutched the sides of her jacket, pulled hard and with a loud snapped popped the remaining buttons showing off her whopping DD-cup breasts.

Amy was completely stunned by the sight of such mounds, so much in fact that she passed out.

"Oops…" Jennifer said with a faint chuckle, "guess I don't know my own strength." A sneer expression formed on her face at the realization that she had ruined the jacket. "Great Jennifer, you may have gotten back at Amy, but…" she paused once again as she looked over Amy's prone body. They were about the same height now if only off by a few inches. It was be a tight fit for her breasts but she could take care of that what with opening up the top few buttons.

With that she quickly slipped Amy out of her clothes leaving her only her bra—way to small for her heaving jugs—and panties. She wasn't completely heartless after all. Sure enough the dress proved to be a tight fit for her breasts, but they were so sensitive and pleasing to the touch she did not mind.

Fully dressed in Amy's clothes Jennifer strutted down the hallway making her way to the elevators, smiling all the while at all the heads turning to stare. "Looks like my wish came turn after all," she whispered to herself.

Little did Jennifer know however, her wish was far from over.

…

Jennifer slept in the nude as nothing she owned—other than Amy's clothes could fit her anymore. She tossed and turned about the bed, a cold sweat overwhelming. She clutched the bed sheets and heard a faint creaking sound from beneath her. Laying on her back, Jennifer thrust her heaving bosom out, and each time she did, they seemed to grow larger. It wasn't just her breasts either but the rest of her as well. With each gasping moan her body slowly grew. Soft creaking sounds soon followed up with loud groans as the bed frame bent downward, giving way to ever increasing weight. Following one last scream of bliss brought about by her growth, Jennifer's sprout came to a stop. Her hands and feet dangled from the edge of the bed and her head brushed up against the back board. And through it all Jennifer merely slept, her mind wrapped up in all the pleasure.

Oh that was wonderful, she thought a hand reaching for a large mound of tit flesh, but I want more.

As morning arrived, Jennifer sat up, rubbing the back of her head which hurt something fierce. Glancing about her she was shocked to see that she had grown once again…and yet a part of her was immensely thrilled. The sight of her newly enlarged breast riding high on her chest filled her with pride. She began to squeeze them against each other; fits of pleasure wracked her body.

"Oh I better not do that again," she muttered with a large smile, "I might begin to enjoy it."

Standing up she glanced up further amazed at how close the ceiling was. She laughed at how easy it was for her to raise her hand up and touch it. Glancing about her again, her awe and wonder deepen as everything look so small to her. She had to been over just to see her face in the mirror.

"Oh wow," she muttered, "I have to be over six feet tall now."

Looking about the floor she came upon Amy's clothes and smiled. "I doubt this will be able to fit me now."

Turning on the computer, she bought a number of clothes, figuring she would need to move up from a small to an extra large. Finally she set her eyes on a nice lacy E-cup bra. She clicked on the next day guaranteed, hoping she would not go through another growth spurt and closed down her computer. "Well there's goes my budget," she said with a smile. With that task done, she made a quick phone to her job.

"Hi…" she muttered, fighting the urge to chuckle at the notice she had to bend over to reach the phone, "this Jennifer, is Harry there?" There was a pause as she waited for Harry to pick up on his in.

"Yes Jennifer, what can do for you?"

"I'm just calling in to let you know that I won't be coming in for the next few days," she paused to admire her new enlarged body. "I came down with a sudden cloud."

"You won't be coming in…funny I didn't even notice that you were here."

Jennifer's grip on the phone tighten. "Didn't even know I wasn't there? What do you think I've been doing all this time, I mean its nine o-clock in the morning, I'm half hour late as it is."

"Look Jennifer there's nothing to be upset about, you're just the kind of person who goes around unnoticed because…well you know."

Jennifer's eyes narrowed, her blood began to boil and with came a new strange sensation flowing through her body. Muscles she never knew about were beginning to pump and grow, her E-cup breasts rose higher on her chest, pushed out by her enlarging pecs. Her back widen and shoulder bulged, thigh and calves swelled.

"Well let me tell you Harry," her growth fueling her rage, "by the time this is all done, everyone will have to stop and take notice of me." With that she slammed the phone down breaking the table in half.

"Wow," she stammered realizing just how strong she had become. Turning her attention to her arms she began flexing them smiling brightly at the firm round bicep that greeted her. "Not only did my wish make me tall with large breasts, but it's making strong too." With a bold smile she jumped for joy her breasting bouncing however, she failed to realize just how strong she was and ended up busting through ceiling.

"Oops. This going to take some getting use to."

…

Jennifer's new clothes arrived late the next day, and she had to wait till well into the night so that no one would notice her standing on the porch stark naked. Moving quickly with her breasts bouncing—fighting the sensation to moan from the cool night air passing over her bare skin—Jennifer brought the large package inside. She couldn't believe how light it felt, she even smiled at how the label read 40 pounds.

"I think I'll order some spandex and go try out the local gym," she said while tossing the box from one hand to the other, "looks like these muscle just are for show."

Jennifer open the box, she found a bra and tried to clip it on, yet her breasts had grown so much last night that these were too small. She manage to clip on one but after arching her back a little the straps snapped causing it fly off. Shrugging her shoulders she decide to go without a bra for now. Next slipped into one of the business suit. It was a little tight along the arm, mainly due to her increased muscle mass, and buttoning up the top three buttons proved to be impossible. She then put on one of her new blouses; only the side tore as she leaned forward a little.

"Oh well maybe I'll start a new trend," she said with a giggle.

Walking around in her new high heels gave her something of thrill as it caused her calves to flex with each step, not to mention it gave her a few extra inches in height.

"I can't wait tell everyone at work sees the new me."

Moving on, Jennifer slipped in some of her other causal clothes, similar with her blouse, the sleeves of her t-shirts were very tight and stretch to the limit when ever she flexed her arms. Her pants were far too tight below the knees and burst open without warning. With a simple flex Jennifer managed to tear them along the upper thigh turning them into hot pants. Her shoes where little tight, but they would do for now.

She smile at the idea of people's head turning whenever she took a walk—check she be able to cause car wrecks with a body like this.

Glancing at the clock, she noticed it was well past midnight, surprised that she was not even tried, but decide to go to bed, she wanted to get to work early and see the look on everyone's face as she stroll into the office.

The next morning, Jennifer went to work with her head held high, and her breasts jetting out on her pecs. Beginning seven feet tall, Jennifer had to bend over in order to get through the main doors. This is didn't bother her however, if anything it only fueled her enjoyment of her new height. With each breathe she took; the buttons of her blouse threaten to burst. Everyone single man turned to stare, some even bumped into a wall 'cause they were too stupid to mind where they were walking. This only caused Jennifer to giggle. "Watch where you're going shortie," she said in a mocking tone.

"Who the hell are you?"

A sinful smile formed on Jennifer's face and slowly turned around to face Harry. Her smile widen at the realization that she was looking down at him, and even then her breasts were blocking most of her view.

"Why don't you know?" she asked in a malicious tone, "It's me Jennifer."

Harry's mouth opened wide, and slowly backed away. "Jen…Jen…Jennifer?"

"The one and only," she said in a pleasing voice.

Harry shook his head, glared up at Jennifer and said in a hard set voice, "What the hell happened to you?"

"I grew," she said simply, "now I think there's going to be some changes around here."

"Now wait a damn minute!" Harry snapped, "I'm still the boss around here bitch and if you think—"

The rest of his statement was cut short as Jennifer suddenly snatched him off the ground by his collar. "Now look here little man," she said eyeing Harry dead in the face, "being a seven foot tall buff amazon doesn't mean I can be pushed around. From now on you'll all be taking…orders from…" her train of thought trailed off as she felt a familiar sensation building through her body.

Harry fought against Jennifer's grip, but he could not even dent her forearm, and for some reason it seem to be getting bigger.

Jennifer could feel her body growing once more. Her already tight clothes quickly ripped apart. Button after button popped off exposing her massive breasts to day light. Her sleeves ripped open as the muscles in her arms thicken and shoulders swelled. With a loud snap, her shirk fell to the floor. Shoes and socks burst open Her head bumped against the ceiling which made her over nine feet tall, and with the sudden pain in the back of her head dropped Harry to the ground.

Jennifer brought her strapping arms up and with hefty push her way into the second floor. More and more, her body grew, towering over her fellow co-workers, who only came up to her waist. She rose from twelve feet well into fourteen and still she grew. Her head bumped against the roof a moment later, and had to bend over to keep from crashing through. Sitting down she smiled at all everyone scattered to avoid getting crushed. Her back and feet pressed up against the far wall walls and her upper body was slowly reaching into the second floor once again.

"That's it," she said flexing her imposing muscles, "I've had enough." With that she slammed her arms about the walls several time, causing them to crack. Harry and the others ran for the exit as the building quickly began to crumble about their heads. Rushing outside they turned back just in time to see Jennifer's massive feet crash through the front of the building, plowing through the grass and knocking over parked cars.

A moment later, the roof exploded as Jennifer stood to her awe shocking full height of forty feet. Brushing dust and bit of rumble from her hair, she glanced down at all the tiny people gathered around and laughed at how different her life had become. Never again would she be made fun of for being short. At this size there was nothing she couldn't do, and nothing to stand in her way.

Knelling down, Jennifer plucked Harry—who was too shocked to run—by his head and brought him, gently placing him on her firm breast. She moaned as he fought to get a firm grip. Crossing her mighty arms about her waist she spoke in a loud commanding voice, "So who's the boss around here?"

Harry clung to Jennifer's breasts for dear life. He coward beneath her chin speaking with a great deal of fear in his voice. "You are."

The End