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7'0 -> 7'7

T -> XXX

Feel free to comment with further ideas on how to help Flannery grow!

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Ding dong!

You answer the door and find that nobody is there. You look down and see a basket. Inside is a dozen eggs and a note.

The note reads, "Make sure Flannery eats all of these Lucky Eggs."

At the bottom it is signed, "An Anonymous Donor"

Unsure why someone would be assisting you in making Flannery grow, you are certain these are legitimate Lucky Eggs. You bring them into the kitchen.

You pass by Flannery, who fell asleep on your couch the evening before. There is not a square inch of it that isn't covered by Flannery meat, and you're worried it's going to go the route of her bed and collapse under her weight.

After cooking three massive omelettes out of the Lucky Eggs, Flannery's great body finally begins to stir.

"Mmm! What's in these?" she asks between gulps.

"Oh, you know. A growing girl needs her vitamins."

Having dumped your entire supply of Protein, Carbos, Iron, Zinc, Calcium and HP UP into the already potent omelettes, you're certain she's about to get a lot bigger.

"Mmmf, ohhrng..." she moans as she works on the first omelette.

Her mouth and hands have hardly grown, if at all, leaving a great disparity between her greedy appetite and her ability to shovel food into her mouth. It has given you an even better opportunity to savor the spectacle.

"Yes... yes..." she whispers under her breath.

The table begins to move towards you as her belly bulges forward. She finishes the first omelette.

"Phew--" she catches her breath for roughly one second before her monstrous hunger plunges another mouthful of Lucky Egg omelette into her mouth.

The chair beneath her begins to creak.

"Are you going to..." she begins with a full mouth but hiccups. The table nearly flips.

"Are you going to..." she restarts, "...make me anything else?"
She's nearly halfway done with the third omelette when suddenly--

Ding dong!

You answer the door, hoping for another basket at the step, but instead find a pair of shoes.

"Hello," the young man filling said pair of shoes greets you.

"Oh," you say, "Thorton! We've been expecting you!"

"Is she... here?" Thorton asks as he enters and you close the door behind him.

"Yes. Oh, and were you the one who gave us the dozen Lucky Eggs?" you ask.

"Lucky Eggs?" Thorton replies, confused.

SNAP!

You and Thorton rush into the kitchen to see Flannery sitting on a pile of chair chunks. She seems completely unaware of the fact that the little chair has collapsed beneath her, perhaps because since you had answered the door she had just grown tall enough to use the table while sitting flat on the floor.

"Mmf! Hmmf!" she sees Thorton but feels compelled to shovel the last hunk of omelette into her mouth and grace you both with ten awkward seconds of chewing.

"Mun-sec-mnd", she gestures.

She swallows hard and grows one more inch in the process.

"Ah! Sorry to keep you waiting!" she sings.

You glance at Thorton who doesn't seem to mind, and would probably be okay with watching her grow all day, judging by the expression on his face.

She rises up to her full height and nearly knocks over the table with her stuffed belly, but her long agile arms snag the table and steadies it with ease like it were a small stool. As she dusts herself off, her head grazes the ceiling lamp, causing her to flinch. You and Thorton exchange amused looks.

"W-well, boys..." Flannery says, "Ready to get started?"

"Well, you're going to have to take it off," Thorton says, embarrassed but eager.

"Okay." Flannery has no objections.

The EXP share brassiere lands on the coffee table next to the EXP share headgear with a heavy clunk.

Flannery motions to sit between you and Thorton on the couch but you both reflexively jump up, expecting disaster not unlike the chair incident. The brave sofa creaks, then groans, then creaks again until Flannery realizes what's happening and leaps up, nearly hitting the ceiling.

"Oh! Sorry!" Flannery apologizes and settles for sitting on the floor cross-legged.

"And that should do it!" Thorton celebrates, after what felt like hours of tinkering.

The once-yellow bulbs on the equipment have begun to glow red.

Thorton's tone gets serious, "What I've done to this device isn't... typical. Flannery, promise me that you'll use this responsibly."

Flannery nods.

"Oh, and..." Thorton continues, "If you want me to, ummm, increase the range, well, I can probably figure something out."

She slips the tight strap around her rotund breasts and immediately, something begins to happen.

Description

7'0 -> 7'7

T -> XXX

Feel free to comment with further ideas on how to help Flannery grow!

__

Ding dong!

You answer the door and find that nobody is there. You look down and see a basket. Inside is a dozen eggs and a note.

The note reads, "Make sure Flannery eats all of these Lucky Eggs."

At the bottom it is signed, "An Anonymous Donor"

Unsure why someone would be assisting you in making Flannery grow, you are certain these are legitimate Lucky Eggs. You bring them into the kitchen.

You pass by Flannery, who fell asleep on your couch the evening before. There is not a square inch of it that isn't covered by Flannery meat, and you're worried it's going to go the route of her bed and collapse under her weight.

After cooking three massive omelettes out of the Lucky Eggs, Flannery's great body finally begins to stir.

"Mmm! What's in these?" she asks between gulps.

"Oh, you know. A growing girl needs her vitamins."

Having dumped your entire supply of Protein, Carbos, Iron, Zinc, Calcium and HP UP into the already potent omelettes, you're certain she's about to get a lot bigger.

"Mmmf, ohhrng..." she moans as she works on the first omelette.

Her mouth and hands have hardly grown, if at all, leaving a great disparity between her greedy appetite and her ability to shovel food into her mouth. It has given you an even better opportunity to savor the spectacle.

"Yes... yes..." she whispers under her breath.

The table begins to move towards you as her belly bulges forward. She finishes the first omelette.

"Phew--" she catches her breath for roughly one second before her monstrous hunger plunges another mouthful of Lucky Egg omelette into her mouth.

The chair beneath her begins to creak.

"Are you going to..." she begins with a full mouth but hiccups. The table nearly flips.

"Are you going to..." she restarts, "...make me anything else?"
She's nearly halfway done with the third omelette when suddenly--

Ding dong!

You answer the door, hoping for another basket at the step, but instead find a pair of shoes.

"Hello," the young man filling said pair of shoes greets you.

"Oh," you say, "Thorton! We've been expecting you!"

"Is she... here?" Thorton asks as he enters and you close the door behind him.

"Yes. Oh, and were you the one who gave us the dozen Lucky Eggs?" you ask.

"Lucky Eggs?" Thorton replies, confused.

SNAP!

You and Thorton rush into the kitchen to see Flannery sitting on a pile of chair chunks. She seems completely unaware of the fact that the little chair has collapsed beneath her, perhaps because since you had answered the door she had just grown tall enough to use the table while sitting flat on the floor.

"Mmf! Hmmf!" she sees Thorton but feels compelled to shovel the last hunk of omelette into her mouth and grace you both with ten awkward seconds of chewing.

"Mun-sec-mnd", she gestures.

She swallows hard and grows one more inch in the process.

"Ah! Sorry to keep you waiting!" she sings.

You glance at Thorton who doesn't seem to mind, and would probably be okay with watching her grow all day, judging by the expression on his face.

She rises up to her full height and nearly knocks over the table with her stuffed belly, but her long agile arms snag the table and steadies it with ease like it were a small stool. As she dusts herself off, her head grazes the ceiling lamp, causing her to flinch. You and Thorton exchange amused looks.

"W-well, boys..." Flannery says, "Ready to get started?"

"Well, you're going to have to take it off," Thorton says, embarrassed but eager.

"Okay." Flannery has no objections.

The EXP share brassiere lands on the coffee table next to the EXP share headgear with a heavy clunk.

Flannery motions to sit between you and Thorton on the couch but you both reflexively jump up, expecting disaster not unlike the chair incident. The brave sofa creaks, then groans, then creaks again until Flannery realizes what's happening and leaps up, nearly hitting the ceiling.

"Oh! Sorry!" Flannery apologizes and settles for sitting on the floor cross-legged.

"And that should do it!" Thorton celebrates, after what felt like hours of tinkering.

The once-yellow bulbs on the equipment have begun to glow red.

Thorton's tone gets serious, "What I've done to this device isn't... typical. Flannery, promise me that you'll use this responsibly."

Flannery nods.

"Oh, and..." Thorton continues, "If you want me to, ummm, increase the range, well, I can probably figure something out."

She slips the tight strap around her rotund breasts and immediately, something begins to happen.