Growth’s of diversion 1

Growths of Diversion #1

By: Magnus Knight

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Welcome to my Growths of Diversion. Stories so strange they need no plot, no back-story, no sense. They are short, pointless, and fun. They are Growths of Diversion. All the growth you want with nothing you don’t.

Our story begins with Melissa who is currently dragging her daughter through a toy store to buy a present for her brother. Melissa is thirty-five and a devoted wife and mother of two bratty kids. This one by her side now was in an especially foul mood. “I want, no I want it now.” She cried through the aisles of this store as she saw toy after toy. Ms. Smith who ran her day care told Melissa that one more day like today and she’d be booted from daycare for good. That would be the third one this year.

Melissa herself was having an already rough day. She was denied the pay raise and promotion they promised her at work. Her husband already spent the money though. And the bills were piling up. All was not well for this semi attractive mother. She was a very plain 5 foot 8. On her she wore her strappy heels, nude hose, black sleeveless blouse, and flowing purple dress. Not her most flattering outfit. Her black glasses made her appear rather geeky. Her hair was died strawberry red and shoulder length.

As she turned the corner she found the video game section and proceeded to look for the game her son wanted, “Attack of the Giant Mutant Mars Meanness.” Melissa was dragging her daughter behind her, kicking and screaming all the way. “Quite honey” she said as the sales people and total strangers stared at her. “Don’t make mommy angry. You know how you don’t like it when mommies angry.” And as usual this had no effect at all.

Then she found what she was looking for on one of the lower shelf’s, about knee level. She proceeded to scrunch down and grab the game. As she pulled it out off the shelf and stood up she yelped “Youch!” The game had apparently shocked her. “That’s odd.” She went. “It never happened before.” As she turned to place it in her cart she dropped it on the floor. All of the sudden she was overcome with dizziness. At that same moment an odd tingling sensation began creeping up her arm through her body. Her face became flustered. She turned to her daughter and said “Mom doesn’t feel well.” And as she brought her hand to her head she looked at it and noticed her wedding ring was twirling around her finger on its own. “What the hell” she was saying when “plink” it snapped off and fell to the floor. “Ouch, ow!” she yelped as she looked down to see the hem of her purple skirt was now at ankle level. It should have been at foot level. She also saw her feet now creeping out past the edges of her shoes. The straps biting into her skin. “Uh,” Melissa could feel the heels of her foot push out past the back edge of her shoe strap as it painfully bit in more and more. Her nude hose now felt ill fit. She had to fidget and pull them back up. That’s when she saw her blouse was now showing her belly button and abs region. In fact her whole outfit was now really showing off her curves nicely.

“Aww, mommy’s dressed naughty” Her daughter went. Melissa turned to look at her and say, “No, mommy’s growing.” And with that she grabbed her daughters hand a made for the nearest exit.

As she went for the exit she could feel each step more painful than the last. Her expanding feet were demanding more and more room. She was having trouble walking now as the pantyhose she wore were slowly being pulled down her legs. The nylon and Lycra material shifting constantly under her dress in an inept effort to maintain their shape on he growing form. Melissa let go of her daughters hand for a brief moment to try and adjust them. As she pulled them up she heard a snap and felt a breeze on her backside as the button’s that held her dress’s back closed snapped off and plinked onto the floor. The purple material of the dress slid down slightly but her expanding rear kept it from falling down all the way. As she finally pulled her hose back into proper position, “shplit,” the rear seat split open unable to cover her expanding bottom.

Melissa now grabbed her daughters hand harder and started taking much larger steps to hurry up and exit the store. Her head was starting to ache as her glasses now dug into her. As the expansion continued the plastic of the eyewear dug into her temples more and more. The pressure built until, “snap!” the frames snapped right at the bridge of her nose. She could see with some eyestrain the nose piece snap in two and fall back behind her.

Now her attempts to exit were hindered for she could no longer see well enough and her large steps became clumsier. “Ouch, ouch,” the pain of her foot wear was gradually increasing until finally, “snap, snap, pop!” the leather exploded in a symphony of snaps. Each leather strap blew and flailed about as they snapped off one by one. It was similar to the sound of firecrackers going off. Then with the next step Melissa took she sighed in relief as she stepped out of her shoes and as if on cue in midair her hose split and shredded as her toes shredded the nylon, their freedom heralded their death throw as the shredding continued all the way up her calves, thighs destroying the rest, and behind her lay a pile of tattered nylon and leather.

Melissa heard a faint yelp from behind and turned to see her daughter with a face of horror as if looking at a stranger trying to run off with her. The daughter yelped in pain and said “stop hurting me.” Melissa turned to say something when she realized her grip on the child must now be tremendous. She picked her up then and wiped her tears away with a hand twice the size of her head and said “Mommy loves you honey.” And with that put her down and started to run again.

The next step up she took split her dress in two right to her beautifully expanding ass and as she paused to look she looked down to watch her hips shutter and the dress tore apart completely and fell away. Before she could take another step Melissa grabbed her head in pain and screamed as she doubled over. In doing so her blouse split wide down the center. The back of her black bra could be seen as the hooks strained and creaked apart. As she rose her body shot up another two feet and in an instant her blouse blew off her chest. The bra exploding and shooting of ten feet. All that was left on her were her panties which no looked like a thong three sizes too small.

Up, up, and up she shot, her short hair extending past her shoulders. She put her arms up as if to stretch and with that gesture the growth blossomed and she shot up through the ceiling as “rip” her panties fluttered to the ground below her.

That’s it folks. But wait, what of the daughter, why no witnesses, why’d she grow? Who cares, why bother, for our enjoyment. For this is the way of Growths of Diversion.