The Neighbor part 2

Had to split this in 2. Here's the second part…

Julia lifted the strong length of her right arm and brushed her long fingers against the chalky popcorn of the ceiling overhead. She smiled to herself as flakes of white sprinkle crumbled to the floor in a light drizzle around her body. A few clung to the light sweat that covered her skin, contrasting sharply against the deep tan. She sighed as she bit gently on her lower lip.
The reflection in her mirror was imposing and glorious; she was forced to bend down slightly to see the grandeur of it all. The tattered remains of her t-shirt stretched around her swollen chest. Torn in enticing places, she pulled the frayed remains away from her breasts with a soft rip and tossed them onto her bed. She looked once again at her, now nude, body.
She took one last glance at her dainty feet, her thin toes sinking further into the carpet with her increased weight, and tilted the silvered glass back. The full mane of brunette curls appeared around her glowing face and she blew herself a quick kiss as she winked.
Julia was now over six and a half feet in size, her body growing over two feet in height in the span of a few wonderful minutes. She flexed the toned muscles of her arms and watched her breasts rise slightly with her graceful movement. Her faint laughter filled the air with it's music as she twirled her nude body, extending her long legs and pointing her toes forward as they sailed over the soft comforter of her bed.
She stood straight, winking at her reflection again as she raised her arms over her head once more. Her elbows were barely curved as she placed her palms flat against the ceiling and started to tense her legs. There was a crack, a soft breaking in the plaster as she lightly giggled like a mischievous child. The white dust began to filter down once more, a powder rain that accompanied the struggles of the weakening roof. Julia paused.
Across the broad expanse of her shoulders, a thin layer of chalk had collected. It nestled itself in the deep grooves near the base of her slender neck and along the bone of her collar beneath the smooth lines of her face. She frowned, her mouth setting itself in a slight and cute pout as she lowered her hands down and gently brushed the dry dust from her bare body. She took in a deep and calming breath as she turned to her dress and negligee that still rested atop her bed. Her feet pressed lighter and lighter into the carpet with each step, their cute length slowly shortening as she began to move towards them.
– – –
Jeff yawned as he took the steps leading to his apartment floor in turn. They seemed particularly endless tonight and he could feel the stiffening fatigue spreading from his legs into his arms, his fingers drooping towards the carpet like lead weights. His ears filled with the hollow echo of his footfalls, pausing only for a moment as he reached the top, glancing around the empty corridor and the lone lamp that swung from it's ceiling.
It was miles to his apartment, a rough hike through thick shag and a permanently smoky atmosphere. He turned a far corner and saw the plain and wide expanse of his front door. The bland brown was punctuated with a sharp addition, a white spot that was resting near the knob. As Jeff stepped closer, he realized it was a piece of paper; that it was a note. The end of it tore slightly as he pulled it away, the masking tape clinging tenaciously to it's prize. He carefully pried it loose with a fingernail stained with donated blood, opening it up and blinking as the sweet scent of perfume melted into his senses. His eyes cleared and he read the elaborate script that decorated the page.
"Dinner will be served at 9:00. I await you with baited breath Mon' Capitan.
-Julia"
Jeff looked up to the door across the hall from his, his mouth an 'O' of surprise. The watch strapped on his wrist read 8:55 behind the deep scratches. He hoped he had remembered to reset it after finding it was a number of minutes slow.
She wanted to spend the evening together. She wanted to have a quiet dinner with him. Julia was finally giving him the chance he had strived so hard to attain.
The floorboards creaked beneath the carpet as he took a step towards his neighbor's door, a sound that snapped him back away from his fantasies as he realized how he was dressed. Jeff did a double take, his eyes darting over his filthy clothing and grimy skin. His keys flipped nervously in his trembling fingers as he scrambled to unlock his apartment. He didn't remember closing his door or dropping his things on the dining room table; all he knew was that his closet had a clean set of clothes and his bathroom had a washrag that was fast and efficient.
The next few minutes were a frenzied blur, an excited rush to make sure everything was in perfect order for a moment he had planned on for the past few months. His clothes were clean, if not freshly pressed. His arms were scrubbed, thank you surgical assist. His hair was combed and the bottle of wine was of a good year. The scratched face of his watch read 9:01 as he closed his door. It wasn't until he heard the door click that he realized he had locked himself out, his keys still lying on the table. It was too late and definitely not the time to be worrying about such a trivial matter anyway; there were more important things to consider at the moment.
Jeff paused as he gazed upon Julia's door. Memories of her past transgressions came flitting through his mind. All of the times she teased him with idle conversation. All of the broken broken dates they had made before. He shrugged; to be close to her, even with the prospect of the rug being pulled from beneath him once again, felt worth it. He knocked.
The solid clapping of hard footwear against wooden flooring echoed through the door as Julia approached. Jeff held his breath as he heard her fumble with the locking chain, turning the knob as she slowly opened the door. The soft light from inside her apartment bathed her silhouette as his eyes focused on the image that dawned before him.
He saw her smiling face, the high cheek bones and tanned skin with exotic eyes. Her toned body was clad in a thin layer of black satin. It hugged her voluptuous curves with a smooth love that covered her shoulders and upper arms in dark and curious night. It slid down, ending somewhere around her graceful knees where the thick boots began. The leather was tight, a thick and accentuating skin that held her four inches above the floor with broad heels.
Jeff trailed his eyes back up the length of her body, pausing to note the faint line of her panties as they wrapped around her upper thigh and up over the toned curve of her backside. Her brunette mane was lustrous, falling over her shoulders as she continued to smile.
"Hello Jeff."
"Hey there … Julia. You look lovely. I, uh … I brought some wine."
She turned waving to the inside of her tidy and manicured apartment. He stepped inside and glanced at the wicker and rugs that adorned the walls. Incense was burning, filling the air with a musky perfume that tickled his nose. Faint candlelight flickered over the dining table, illuminating the porcelain dinnerware and crystal glasses. A salad with crumbled feta cheese rested in it's center, next to a basket of fresh, steaming bread.
Jeff jumped slightly as he felt her nimble fingers slide over his shoulders, tugging at the line of his jacket as she pulled it away from his body. He let his arms go slack, allowing her to take his garment and he heard her set it in a closet nearby. He just stood, waiting for her signal to do anything. He felt her brush by him, the wind turning warm as she walked past his side, her sweet breath dancing over the skin of his neck as she turned to face him with a raised eyebrow and high cheek bones.
"Shall we begin?"
– – –
The meal was delicious.
The spinach salad was mixed with toasted pecans, and a tangy vinegarette dressing that Julia had made herself. She followed it with a warm soup of scallops and ham that she garnished with genial conversation of their childhood pasts. She told him of her life in the Mediterranean as a child, growing up in a small town with her grandmother who was a local herbalist making teas and potions for their friends and family. He told her of his climb through medical school, trying to please his father's desire to see progeny succeed where the elder generation had failed. The main course was a lemon broiled salmon, light and tasty with a crispy, sweet skin that went well with his wine.
They were laughing with one another, sipping the last draughts from their glasses as Julia suddenly cocked her head in thought. She set down her crystal and slowly stood, letting her large endowments press their way forward against the bodice of her tight dress as she rose above him. Her face smiled down as it was crowned by the soft light of the nearby chandelier.
"Please, make yourself comfortable Jeff. I'll be right back."
Jeff watched her move past him, sensuously walking away to a distant room, the gentle sway of her trim hips with each toned cheek lifting in turn with her steps, the light bounce of her perfect breasts as they moved in rhythm with the curls of her hair. He turned forward and closed his eyes as he listened to the hollow clop of her boots; he heard the click of a doorknob as she opened and stepped into her room, leaving Jeff to his thoughts of her figure and the movement of her graceful limbs. He sighed, picking up his long stemmed glass of dark red wine and sipped from it as the fruity aroma played over his senses.
He downed the last of it in one quick gulp and set the empty goblet down in between the beats of the ticking grandfather clock that stood dark and foreboding against the wall of the living room. Jeff stood up, stretching for a moment before walking over to examine it's varnished finish. He watched the distorted reflection of his legs in the golden pendulum as it swung back and forth, wasting the seconds away. He closed his eyes and remembered Julia's thick accent, reciting poetic rhyme to the simple meter of the ticks and the tocks.
Where is she? Jeff opened his eyes and glanced down the hallway. He couldn't see much past the dark corner except for a small doors leading to storage closets. She had gone further down, towards her bedroom and untold wonders. He fidgeted. I guess … it probably wouldn't hurt to see if she's all right.
The plush carpeting made the slightest squish beneath his shoes as he tried to step lightly. The clock seemed to be ticking with increasing volume as Jeff tried to force his twinges of guilt out of mind. For a moment, the slightest instant, he thought he heard someone gasp, a high toned shriek of excitement. He ignored it and continued forward, the darkness of the hallway surrounding him as the faint scent of the salad dressing dropped behind him. He passed the linen closets and saw the soft light of Julia's bedroom. Jeff glanced around the hallway, knowing he wouldn't find anybody watching him, and then peered inside.
Julia's room was quiet, a door in the far wall closed with a light shining through the surrounding cracks. It was beautifully decorated, dark shades with a Greek motif that matched her personal style. Wooden shelves were covered with jars of oils and scented candles. The walls had numerous rugs with exotic prints he found pleasing to the eye. Jeff nodded, preparing to turn away and move back into the living room when something on her bed caught his eye.
He stared at it for moment, trying to identify it from his hidden spot behind the entry door, but decided to step inside for a closer look. It was a torn piece of white cloth, thin cotton that was stretched and ripped in several places. He held it up to the light, expecting it to be a dirtied rag used to wipe dust off of the trinkets adorning the desk and dressers, but he found it to be clean and bright. As he turned it, he realized that it was the tattered remains of a shirt; it seemed like it was brand new, but somehow ruined.
There was something beneath it, another piece of torn clothing. It was a black pair of sweat shorts. The seams had been pulled apart up both legs, ripped apart by some unknown force that had the power to rend thick clothing without the aid of scissors or a blade.
Jeff felt his foot bump into something else. He glanced down, past the torn shorts, and saw a pair of leather sandals lying side by side. The hide smelled new and fresh as if they had never been worn save for the obligatory trial at the department store, but the straps and base told a different story.
A few of the lattice strips across the top, including the thick one around the base of the heel, had been pulled loose. The normally strong and set leather had been stretched to the point of tearing. Some of the threads that held them locked to the base had snapped and the frayed ends dangled limply into the air. The base themselves appeared to be in a more interesting state. Where the indentations for a small foot would typically be, the entire foundation had been flattened, grated down by an incredible force that smoothed out the toe and heel grooves. Jeff spun the mangled footwear in his fingers for a few moments, trying to contemplate what could have done such a thing to such fine and strong leather with an anxious expression.
Somewhere in the background a woman gasped quietly, a hushed sigh that Jeff was too busy to hear. It came from behind the door of the adjoining bathroom and was the last of a building string of pleasurable cries.
– – –
Julia took a few deep breaths as she looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her hair was slightly disheveled and she ran her slender fingers through it to help smooth the curls. She had slipped her leather boots back over her feet and made sure that the zippers along the sides were hidden behind their black lapels. Her full breasts bulged upward slightly, the tan flesh swelling out, as she reached behind her back to fix her dress. She looked down toward the green marble of her counter as she bit softly on her lip, a sigh escaping her.
Nestled near the deep swirls of her sink, crumpled and torn apart by a relentlessly growing body, was another white t-shirt. The simple cotton was shredded in the front, ripped open by a heavy and protruding set of firm weights. The shoulders were stretched apart, the neckline torn in one place, and the whole of it was tainted with the salty sweetness of her light sweat. She breathed it in, remembering the maddening pleasures that ravished her body only moments before.
The counter rattled slightly, a jar of scented skin cream skidding a few scant millimeters to one side, as she slapped a balled fist against it in mild frustration and shame. A single tear trickled over the tan skin of her cheek as her brow furrowed.
Julia just couldn't help herself.
She knew it was the wrong thing to do, with company so close and her secret so dire to keep. She thought back to dinner as she had watched Jeff speak, his lips moving in a ballet of prose and smile, the way his hands drifted across his chest as he spoke. The romance of the evening, the heat of the moment, the sheer wickedness of her situation, it was all too overwhelming. She felt it building inside of her, a burning that had to be acknowledged, that had to be satisfied. She had to feel it, to experience it again. The sheer bliss of her body growing taller, stronger, bigger. Her clothing squeezing her skin with it's cries of love and anguish until it has no choice but to surrender to her as she bloomed into an beautiful and incredible amazon; as she transformed into a goddess.
Her eyes seemed shallow, the guilt swimming behind them. She didn't know how long she had been away. She didn't know how long she had kept her guest waiting. All she knew was that she had given in to the temptation once again. He was out there waiting for her and she had to return.
Jeff was a good man, she had taken a liking to him the day she had moved in. But her secret was not something easily revealed and it required a great deal of control to conceal at times. The risk, though she was unsure of the consequences of disclosure, was just too great.
Maybe she should ask him to leave.
Julia made one last check to see if her clothing was where it was supposed to be, if everything was in the place it had been before, and opened the bathroom door.
Somewhere in the background Jeff might have heard that door opening; if he had had the sense to be listening for it. As it was, he was too intent on the multitude of treasures he had before him. He still wore a bewildered glaze on his face as he studied the footwear while a swath of thick black fabric dangled down his forearm.
Julia's eyes went wide with horror.
"What are you doing?"
Jeff immediately dropped the broken sandals and torn pair of shorts, the soft cotton pooling at his feet as he tried to hide it behind his legs. He turned around with a slack jaw and an innocent expression that quickly wore as thin as the ruined t-shirt that rested near his trembling hip.
"I, uh … I'm not …"
"What the HELL are you doing!?!"
His face burned crimson before it started to pale under Julia's angered stare. Her accusing eyes were open vast; the dark brown irises still beautiful, but now brimming with swelling rage. Jeff took a cautious step back, raising his arms to defend himself from the torrent of her screaming words.
"Oh … man. I swear, this is not how it looks!"
"What gives you the right to sneak into MY room and go nosing around in MY private things!?!"
"Nothing! Nothing gives me the right; I am so … totally wrong in this Julia!"
"How could you do this!?! What did you see!?! WHAT DID …" Julia closed her eyes suddenly as a familiar sensation trembled it's way through her legs. She felt her teeth chatter for the slightest of moments before her ire resurfaced and she remembered her guest's unforgivable transgressions. The deep irises of her sparkling eyes widened as her pupils focused sharply on Jeff once more. She lifted a clenched fist with a long and accusing finger. "Why were you snooping? What did you see!?!"
Jeff shrugged, knowing he was trapped in the corner in which he stood. He shuffled his feet, feeling the torn clothing slide around his ankles, and was about to try and explain himself when she glanced down to the fabric. Julia's eyes flared as her worst fears were realized. Her date had seen something she wasn't sure he had understood; but it was something personal and secret, something that was never meant to be seen by prying eyes.
The fabric of her dress began to feel restrictive, the cloth pressing into the heated flesh of her flat stomach and across her back. Each deep breath became the slightest bit shallower, her breasts being squeezed back with loving tension by the stretched material. Her toes felt cramped and she was forced to curl them slightly as the sensation returned, that pleasurable tingle that rolled within her hips. She realized what was happening and spun around as she searched for an avenue of escape or abeyance. The anger was joined by uncontrollable panic, a combination of emotions that were boiling out of control within her.
Julia heard a stitch start to give; that unmistakable sound that always excited her in private, but now compounded upon the terror and fury.
She looked from side to side in frantically, doubling over slightly as her eyes clamped shut again in her rage. The creases across the front of her dress smoothed out as her breasts filled the top with her deep and sharp breaths; the stitching in the sides began to creak once more as she clutched her arms against them, her hands curling into tense fists as she clenched her teeth.
"No! Not … UH … NOW!!!"
The lower hem of her dress had slid an inch up her firm legs as she stomped them in anger, the dark skin of her knee appeared passed the withdrawing black satin. Jeff glanced down to the sound of thick leather starting to stretch; the cuffs on her knee high boots were swelling outward with the muscle that filled more and more of the already tight material. The top of them had retreated half of an inch down her calves, dipping slowly as a deep line of definition appeared around the thin and tense diamond that was forming behind the skin of her shoes. Julia's body trembled, her ire melting into frantic restraint as she tried to force her riling anger back and stem her now growing body.
"Don't! STOP!!! YIAAH!!!"
Her head shot up, her eyes still shut as she threw her hair back; Jeff, startled, fell back against her dresser. His hands swept across thin sticks of lip gloss and bottles of perfume, strewing them across the wooden desk with claps of plastic and glass as the whole of it shuddered on it's wooden legs. Her crisp, brunette curls danced down her visibly broadening shoulders as her next desperate inhale fought against the smooth fabric of her dress.
Her back was arched, her tanned brow furrowed as she stomped her booted foot down once more, the sound echoing with her growls. The muscles of her slender neck were straining as the tendons began standing out in stark relief. Her chin was high, more angular than before, as she bit down in frustration, her face growing flush.
"No! NO!!! GOD!!!"
There was a pop, the sound of a taut cord snapping, followed quickly by a sharp and protracted tearing. One side of her dress ripped, the weak threads giving way and the front of it slipped forward. The firm curve of her breasts pushed against the loosening fabric, freeing themselves slightly as the neckline allowed her greater movement, greater comfort for deeper and deeper breaths. Another slow tear sang through the night.
Jeff's eyes went wide at the intensely erotic display, watching as more and more of her tanned mounds emerged from her shrinking attire. Julia's arms were shaking violently, her hands still curled into fists that stirred the air by her sides. Her biceps were tensed, strong and hard as her tight sleeves struggled to slide up the swelling limbs. Her body convulsed, trembling as she gave out a windy moan. Her athletic arms suddenly grew larger, thickening with power by an inch or two in diameter. She drew her hands up to her face, the muscles rising with the movement and forcing themselves against the tightening cuffs.
"Not this dress! Please don't … TEAR!!!" Julia spun around again to face Jeff, her heels digging into the ground with her increasing weight as her fingers dug into the full mane of her hair. "I … CAN'T … STOP IT!!!"
– – –
One of her sleeves burst apart and she gave a shrill scream that rang out in tandem. It tore all the way up to the broad base of her shoulder, the definition in her toned arms peering through and becoming more and more pronounced. Frayed threads crossed across the bulging bicep as it struggled vainly to hold the fabric together in one piece. One popped, splitting in the middle and letting more of her sleeve to slide away from her growing muscle.
Her forearms twitched, expanding outward as they grew slightly thicker, her elbows pointing further and further away from her body. Her back had grown wider, broader. Jeff glanced down to her waist; the thin satin belt still kept her dress tightly around her hips, but the material was stretched tight across the blades of her shoulders as they were slowly rippling stronger, he could see the lighter shade of her dark tan through the thinning weave. The smooth back beneath was becoming moist with the light sweat of her exertion. It clung to her skin, refusing to yield as her strengthening chest required more and more room to be.
"Grr … growing … GROWING!!! GRRAAAAH!!!"
Julia suddenly leaned forward, an outstretched hand wrapping around the knob of her bedpost as she fought to stay on trembling legs. The lower hem of her dress slid a few more inches up her muscular thighs. They were thin pillars of tanned strength, the skin dark and sharply defined as they tensed. Her calves filled every millimeter of leather in her boots; they stretched around her limbs, the sound akin to thick rope being pulled incredibly tight, the fibers straining to hold strong. Jeff saw the silver glint of a zipper appear along the side of one boot, the lapels being pulled apart and the metal teeth behind bulging.
She sucked in a quick breath, the muscles of her chest expanding as they pulled her round breasts upward. The fringes of her silk negligee appeared from behind the retreating limits of her satin dress; her swollen endowments slipped out of both slightly, the very edges of her dark nipples peeking downward. Julia grit down on her teeth hard, her eyes shut as she gave out another deep and penetrating moan.
"UUAAAHHH!!!"
Her nipples began to firm, stiffening into hard erection as they pushed her dress further out with their long and puffy tips. She shuddered, her hands curling back into fists as her arms tensed again with bulging strength. Julia gave out one more vicious groan and the back of her dress split from her belt up to her shoulders at the same time she snapped off the wooden globe atop her bedpost, breaking it apart with a twist of her powerful wrist. The tearing cloth became suddenly opaque as it peeled away from spine. Her back was toned and broad, solid with feminine strength.
Julia opened her eyes, staring with an angered gaze at Jeff as she took deep and labored breaths. She slowly straightened back up, dropping the cracked sphere from her hand and letting it hit the carpet with a soft thud. What was left of her clothing clung to her like a second skin. He could see the thin outline of her negligee, the edges of silk still peeking out from the stretching neckline of her dress as both slid down over her proud breasts, the rough circles of their engorged tips slipping into full view atop firm globes the size of soccer balls. He saw the enticing line of her lace underwear as it slid it's way around her swelling backside into her sensitive, twitching folds. But his face drained a paler shade of white as he looked to her beautiful face.
In her heels, Julia was now slightly taller than he was. She had gained about four inches in size along with her new and sleek, muscular physique. Her eyes went wide, the dark brown of her irises surrounded with a black rim that matched the flecks and dilating pupils within. Her mouth and nose were curled in a light snarl, her bright teeth contrasting with the dark shade of her lips.
"Look what you've done! LOOK AT WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!!!"
Jeff took a cautious step forward. His hands still up in a gesture of surrender as he shook his head.
"Julia, just calm down. I swear … I didn't mean to make you angry. I had no idea anything like this was going to happen."
"NO IDEA!!!" Her snarl curled further down and she stomped a few paces toward him; Jeff could feel the vibrations through the thick carpet and floorboards. The back of her dress tore three more inches below her belt, revealing a hint of her black panties, with each stomp of her thick heels. "YOU HAD NO IDEA YOU'D GET CAUGHT IS WHAT YOU MEAN!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD DO THIS TO ME; AND NOW THIS HAS HAPPENED TO …" Her eyes closed shut again as she reeled slightly in pain. She gasped and as her lips trembled. "No! NO!!! Not again! … MMM … I'm getting … BIGGER!!!"
Jeff quickly looked down at the sound of her leather boots beginning to stretch once more. The last few inches of dimpled material filled with her swelling feet as she started to grow taller. Once up to her knees, the folded cuffs were now slowly trying to slide down her muscular calves and further away from the smooth skin above. The zippers buckled, the jagged teeth struggling to hold together, as the cured fabric cried.
One of them tore apart, the weakened denim around the metal popping away from the leather, at the same instant Julia gave out a piercing shriek. The rend started near the upper cuff, where the swelling muscle had finally grew it's way free, and quickly ran down to her ankle.
The front of the other boot began to bulge; her toes were pressing against the leather and curling without any other place to go as the pressure continued to build. Her forehead was creased and moist with a glistening sweat as she shook. She let her mouth go wide as she held her breath, her eyes still closed as she continued to grow. The leather burst open with a solid pop; splitting open as her foot forced it's way free. Julia doubled over slightly, a wave of shock wracking her lithe body.
"GOD!!! MAKE IT … ah … STOP!!!"
The zipper along the other boot ripped apart as the metal gave up it's struggle. Each iron tooth snapped with it's own icy crack as her muscular calve emerged to join it's beautiful sister. The indentation of the regular grooves were imprinted on the swelling skin in reddened lines, quickly regaining it's tanned perfection now that it was freed. The leather peeled away from her leg like a blooming rose, the smooth cap of her bare knees climbing into the air to the music of stretching material.
The front of that boot burst apart to another of Julia's angered cries. She uncurled her long toes from underneath the raising leather, free from their confining prison, and they spanned a full inch over the flattened bases. The sides bulged as her feet spread further and further over the heeled platforms; the thick boot continued to tear away with dull rips as her smooth skin forced it's way through. With one last eruption, the last of the leather tore around her thin ankles, and she stepped out of her ruined footwear.
"OH!!! AH!!! NNGH!!! AH!!!"
Each breath, each sharp inhale, each cry of intolerable pain and exquisite pleasure, brought the massive swell of her growing breasts further and further out of the thinning satin of her dress. They gained in size and mass, maintaining their shining firmness, rising higher in quick rushes before dipping slightly and rising again even higher. The black silk and lace slid a few enticing inches down her deep cleavage, slipping underneath the bulging cups and heaving them upward.
Julia drew a shallow breath, Jeff watched her expression turn to one of pain once more. She grit down on her teeth as she clenched her eyes. Her amazon body continued to climb higher but the dress could no longer move down to accommodate her broadening chest. The strong muscles behind her breasts tensed, causing them to bulge outward all the more. The fabric stretched around her sides, her waist being squeezed as the fabric around her neck creaked in efforts to keep her dress from sliding down any further.
What was left of her sleeves had risen up to her shoulders, unable to encircle her bulging biceps. The tan sparkled with her sweat under the lightening as the stitches began to give way. She doubled over slightly, kneeling down so that her head was once again below Jeff's line of vision. He could smell the light fragrance of lilac coming from her thick mane of hair as he stood transfixed.
"YIIIIAHHHH!!!!"
Julia's body shot back up straight, her arms curled by her sides, as her last moan filled the whole apartment with it's sheer magnitude. The front of her dress and negligee beneath exploded, screaming with a fierce ripping that burst the satin and silk apart and let her massive breasts bounce down freely. The long tear exposed the solid power of her rippled stomach and the tight band of her stretching panties as it continued downward.
The lace gripped her hips and the delicious curve of her upper thighs as it could go nowhere but expand outward. They slowly climbed up as she continued to relentlessly grow, her body not stopping. One of the threads popped and a hole tore open, exposing the thin fur of her crotch. It quickly tore apart, revealing more and more of her private and most sensual of areas. The back of her dress ripped open over her backside, the muscled skin of her toned posterior just as tan as the rest of her glorious form.
Jeff's legs trembled as his ears filled with the sound of cloth tearing all over the length of her towering body. It split open over the pillars of her thighs as she spread them slightly further apart to support her growing frame. Up her thin sides, her waist pulling what was left of her dress tight across her hips. Across her back, the leverage in front not enough to hold her upper body. Around her breasts, the thin straps that clung to her broad shoulders and refused to let go, pressing into the lower curve of her luscious endowments, lifting them up to pucker her beautiful cleavage that trickled with her sweat.
"GRRR!!!"
The lovely contours of her face, the high cheek bones crowned with ruby lips, were clenched fiercely in her rage. She still refused to allow her growth to continue, fighting with all of her strength to stem back the unrelenting swelling of every inch of her form. She could feel the soft skin of her soles slide across the rugged floor, her thin toes digging through the plush flora of the carpet fibers. She could feel the cool wind that blew through her bedroom as it tickled the skin that tore it's way free from the tight satin that once made up her elegant evening gown. The raw power of her muscles as they swelled bigger, keeping their toned sleekness while peering through her tanned skin with hard lines of definition.
She was immense.
Julia let out one last sigh; a windy cry that was accompanied with the rips of the last threads that held her clothing to her thighs. The front of her panties burst apart with a wet snap, the thick fringes that nibbled her womanhood surrendering to her hips and snapping in two. The frayed tatters dripped down her legs where she kicked them atop the bed with a flick of her ankle. She slowly stood up straight, looming to her full and incredible height. She was an intimidating and muscular seven and a half feet in size; the curls of her brunette hair were less than six inches away from the ceiling. Her wide eyes were still full of anger as she stared almost two feet down on the little man that dared to invade her lair. Her nude body was long and lithe, every inch of her toned and strong, a sculpted masterpiece of feminine glory.
Jeff watched her tense it menacingly as she stepped towards him; her full and proud breasts, each larger than his head, lifted and settled on the strong muscles of her chest. He backed up against the wall, too scared to even search for the door that led to escape and freedom. She raised her arms, reaching towards his shaking form with thick fingers. She slowly began to smile, her eyes wide with angered excitement, as she took deep, punctuating breaths.
"Oh, what I'm going to do to you!"