[magnus knight]

Ok, this question is kind of an off shoot from the "why women like FMG" question.  Reading some of the replies had me thinking and so I decided to post my little question.
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How many women like any type of growth with clothes bursting or tearing and why? (could be FMG or GTS)

Thanks in advance to anyone who answers.

_M.

[Deadly Pixxxie]

Hi, Magnus.  😉

Well, this is a fine way to lure me out…  😀

Well….I guess the only way to explain it….is to rehash an old story of mine.

…..I'd have to say it involved a rather…bad time in my life. I had just gotten thrown out of my parent's house and was couch surfing and staying with friends. To make matters worse…I was having my growth spurts, so my clothes weren't exactly fitting well…including my shoes. So as a result, I had to borrow my friend's mother's shoes….those old lady-ish looking nurse type lace up shoes.

Not exactly the most fashionable look for a teenaged girl, let me tell you.  😀

Because…my pants were above my ankles and I had gnarly looking shoes and I was always fussing with my brassiere and I was really tall and I had what the other girls called a "weird ass accent from some European place", some of the preppier girls tended to pick on me. My friend and I were walking through the lunch room when one of the girls tripped me and I went nose first into the floor. Then one the other girls stole my lunch and threw it away. So I went to nurse's office, got cleaned up and got on with my day…but I was fuming….livid…. beyond angry. In algebra class (and it's always a math class isn't it?), I just started having this elaborate daydream about how things would have been different if I had some kind of super-power…like super speed or the ability to stop time…or if I was super strong….yeah…th at's it!! And from there…the fantasy flourished and I had visions of my thin and pale arms gaining a greenish tint and muscle mass, shredding the sleeves of my vintage t-shirt. My thoughts progressed to my jeans beginning to hug my runner's legs, seams slowly starting to pop and rip…..and I could have sworn that I felt those ugly ass shoes of mine getting tighter in the toe area….and I could have sworn I heard a lace snap and the worn in leather groaning and protesting. As every second ticked by, my clothing got tighter and tighter….rips formed around my breasts, revealing my overly tightened bra straps…the button fly on my jeans began to pop open…my shoes creaked and groaned and my cute little pink toes revealed themselves…my skin got greener and greener……my red hair turned black……My bra snapped open and ripped apart and I was standing there….nude….and angry…and strong and beautiful and GREEN. I grabbed my desk and slammed it into that preppy bitch's face with all of my gamma enhanced strength and fury!!!!

At least I thought I did.

In actually, I was snoring a bit. And the teacher said I was mumbling in my sleep and I drooled a bit. And I was twitching.[/i]

Now, to piggyback on that….it's just fuels the transformation and rage that much more. I'm such a little clothes/shoes obsessed thing, that if I ruin something…it's gonna piss me off. So…just imagine a pissed off fashionista…and she's growing and growing and growing and then she ruins her favorite haute couture skirt and designer pumps and that just puts OVERBOARD.

Yeah.

And Magnus…you know the other reason why I like it.  😉

[magnus knight]

Hi, Magnus.  😉

Well, this is a fine way to lure me out…  😀

Well….I guess the only way to explain it….is to rehash an old story of mine.

…..I'd have to say it involved a rather…bad time in my life. I had just gotten thrown out of my parent's house and was couch surfing and staying with friends. To make matters worse…I was having my growth spurts, so my clothes weren't exactly fitting well…including my shoes. So as a result, I had to borrow my friend's mother's shoes….those old lady-ish looking nurse type lace up shoes.

Not exactly the most fashionable look for a teenaged girl, let me tell you.  😀

Because…my pants were above my ankles and I had gnarly looking shoes and I was always fussing with my brassiere and I was really tall and I had what the other girls called a "weird ass accent from some European place", some of the preppier girls tended to pick on me. My friend and I were walking through the lunch room when one of the girls tripped me and I went nose first into the floor. Then one the other girls stole my lunch and threw it away. So I went to nurse's office, got cleaned up and got on with my day…but I was fuming….livid…. beyond angry. In algebra class (and it's always a math class isn't it?), I just started having this elaborate daydream about how things would have been different if I had some kind of super-power…like super speed or the ability to stop time…or if I was super strong….yeah…th at's it!! And from there…the fantasy flourished and I had visions of my thin and pale arms gaining a greenish tint and muscle mass, shredding the sleeves of my vintage t-shirt. My thoughts progressed to my jeans beginning to hug my runner's legs, seams slowly starting to pop and rip…..and I could have sworn that I felt those ugly ass shoes of mine getting tighter in the toe area….and I could have sworn I heard a lace snap and the worn in leather groaning and protesting. As every second ticked by, my clothing got tighter and tighter….rips formed around my breasts, revealing my overly tightened bra straps…the button fly on my jeans began to pop open…my shoes creaked and groaned and my cute little pink toes revealed themselves…my skin got greener and greener……my red hair turned black……My bra snapped open and ripped apart and I was standing there….nude….and angry…and strong and beautiful and GREEN. I grabbed my desk and slammed it into that preppy bitch's face with all of my gamma enhanced strength and fury!!!!

At least I thought I did.

In actually, I was snoring a bit. And the teacher said I was mumbling in my sleep and I drooled a bit. And I was twitching.[/i]

Now, to piggyback on that….it's just fuels the transformation and rage that much more. I'm such a little clothes/shoes obsessed thing, that if I ruin something…it's gonna piss me off. So…just imagine a pissed off fashionista…and she's growing and growing and growing and then she ruins her favorite haute couture skirt and designer pumps and that just puts OVERBOARD.

Yeah.

And Magnus…you know the other reason why I like it.  😉

I've been looking for a way to get your attention.  It's been a long time.  maybe too long. 

hehe,
_M.

[Lu]

Clothes bursting, I don't really like as much as just really really tight clothes because omg, she's so huge it's hard to find things that fit.

I do it sometimes, and other people like it. It does give an element of 'huge' to some of my pics sometimes.. but as for anything else, I really don't think about it much.

[SammiChung]

I would have to agree with Kulli's first statement, but also add personally that for me its a sort of rush knowing that you're getting so big and muscular that soon not even your clothes can resist you. I mean a dimniutive heroine suddenly out weighing, out lifting, out flexing her antagonists is 'empowering' to me. THank you that is all, Love Sammi

[MaxxC]

Same here, seeing it happen to other women and experiencing it yourself is very gratifying. But very expensive.

[Ritz]

To actually say something completely different from what Kulli or anyone has said so far in this topic to make a statement on the bursting/ripping of clothes, I have to say I'm more of a Clothes Stretching fan.

For example, take the story of young Katie Lu, A Young (CHINESE) Graduate in Biological Science from the University of New Bumface, Illinois. Katie experiments in the Field of Metastatin, A collection of genes in the blood which controls the stream of protein in the blood. I.e. A way to control the overall mass of a Human being. Katie Lu (LIKE ALL PROTAGONISTS) has a personal love of big, Considering Body building to be a dream for her, and hopes that with the help of this discovery that she can over come her GOOSEY GENES and pursue the dream. It comes to the point that on the warmest of Sundays in November, in nothing but a baggy t-shirt – with a picture of President Bush Jr, With the line "I ain't Republican" above his face, and the punchline "But I love Bush" underneath – and some baggy MC Hammeresque Parachute pants. No shoes or socks, as bare foot is nice for her to relax in (AND THE FOOT FETISHERS!)

In a fit of day dreaming of what could be, she ejects a full concentration of the still experimental serum into her left butt cheek, taking a nose dive into experimental science.

Suddenly, her body goes into overdrive, genes rewriting themselves, She begins to swell against the fabric of her clothes massively, her veins pushing out against her skin as it became tight around her muscle, her legs stretching upwards as her quads began to develop madly! The clothes began to grow wildly over her, covering any gorge or peak of muscle. Katie howled and danced in ecstasy across the room, her bones growing against her muscle, her organs becoming much stronger, faster, better. Her growth began to slow down, as she lay against the wall, dripping, her t shirt the size of a small tent and her pants like chimney covers, covering the amazingly fantastic muscle, larger then anyone has ever seen if it wasn't covered by this stretch clothing. It made Katie feel scared and confused.. but a flex later in her parachute sleeves.. she felt strong… she felt powerful, and from the dents in metal underneath her… nothing could stand in her way.

Exactly, Cloth stretching and growth is totally more awesome, Case closed, Checkmate, I am your Father, Luke.

[Lingster]

I love Ritz's Friday night "just got back from the pub" posts.

[Chuck]

To actually say something completely different from what Kulli or anyone has said so far in this topic to make a statement on the bursting/ripping of clothes, I have to say I'm more of a Clothes Stretching fan.

For example, take the story of young Katie Lu, A Young (CHINESE) Graduate in Biological Science from the University of New Bumface, Illinois. Katie experiments in the Field of Metastatin, A collection of genes in the blood which controls the stream of protein in the blood. I.e. A way to control the overall mass of a Human being. Katie Lu (LIKE ALL PROTAGONISTS) has a personal love of big, Considering Body building to be a dream for her, and hopes that with the help of this discovery that she can over come her GOOSEY GENES and pursue the dream. It comes to the point that on the warmest of Sundays in November, in nothing but a baggy t-shirt – with a picture of President Bush Jr, With the line "I ain't Republican" above his face, and the punchline "But I love Bush" underneath – and some baggy MC Hammeresque Parachute pants. No shoes or socks, as bare foot is nice for her to relax in (AND THE FOOT FETISHERS!)

In a fit of day dreaming of what could be, she ejects a full concentration of the still experimental serum into her left butt cheek, taking a nose dive into experimental science.

Suddenly, her body goes into overdrive, genes rewriting themselves, She begins to swell against the fabric of her clothes massively, her veins pushing out against her skin as it became tight around her muscle, her legs stretching upwards as her quads began to develop madly! The clothes began to grow wildly over her, covering any gorge or peak of muscle. Katie howled and danced in ecstasy across the room, her bones growing against her muscle, her organs becoming much stronger, faster, better. Her growth began to slow down, as she lay against the wall, dripping, her t shirt the size of a small tent and her pants like chimney covers, covering the amazingly fantastic muscle, larger then anyone has ever seen if it wasn't covered by this stretch clothing. It made Katie feel scared and confused.. but a flex later in her parachute sleeves.. she felt strong… she felt powerful, and from the dents in metal underneath her… nothing could stand in her way.

Exactly, Cloth stretching and growth is totally more awesome, Case closed, Checkmate, I am your Father, Luke.

That is unbearably hot. Nice post, Ritz  🙂

[Deadly Pixxxie]

To actually say something completely different from what Kulli or anyone has said so far in this topic to make a statement on the bursting/ripping of clothes, I have to say I'm more of a Clothes Stretching fan.

For example, take the story of young Katie Lu, A Young (CHINESE) Graduate in Biological Science from the University of New Bumface, Illinois. Katie experiments in the Field of Metastatin, A collection of genes in the blood which controls the stream of protein in the blood. I.e. A way to control the overall mass of a Human being. Katie Lu (LIKE ALL PROTAGONISTS) has a personal love of big, Considering Body building to be a dream for her, and hopes that with the help of this discovery that she can over come her GOOSEY GENES and pursue the dream. It comes to the point that on the warmest of Sundays in November, in nothing but a baggy t-shirt – with a picture of President Bush Jr, With the line "I ain't Republican" above his face, and the punchline "But I love Bush" underneath – and some baggy MC Hammeresque Parachute pants. No shoes or socks, as bare foot is nice for her to relax in (AND THE FOOT FETISHERS!)

In a fit of day dreaming of what could be, she ejects a full concentration of the still experimental serum into her left butt cheek, taking a nose dive into experimental science.

Suddenly, her body goes into overdrive, genes rewriting themselves, She begins to swell against the fabric of her clothes massively, her veins pushing out against her skin as it became tight around her muscle, her legs stretching upwards as her quads began to develop madly! The clothes began to grow wildly over her, covering any gorge or peak of muscle. Katie howled and danced in ecstasy across the room, her bones growing against her muscle, her organs becoming much stronger, faster, better. Her growth began to slow down, as she lay against the wall, dripping, her t shirt the size of a small tent and her pants like chimney covers, covering the amazingly fantastic muscle, larger then anyone has ever seen if it wasn't covered by this stretch clothing. It made Katie feel scared and confused.. but a flex later in her parachute sleeves.. she felt strong… she felt powerful, and from the dents in metal underneath her… nothing could stand in her way.

Exactly, Cloth stretching and growth is totally more awesome, Case closed, Checkmate, I am your Father, Luke.

*groans*

*shakes her head and walks away*

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