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F Macro giantess transformation public humiliation lotion

Description: Janet is offered a lotion that will change her life. And it goes, by making her bigger and much more interesting to those around her.

Tag: Growth, macro, giantess, giant, transformation, expansion, solo, female, arousal, public, public humiliation, lotion,

She let out a whooshing breath, plopping onto her old, comfortable couch and curling up into the corner. Janet took off her thin, wire frames and set the glasses on the small table she kept near the couch. She rubbed her eyes, feeling tired. Janet knew that she still smelled like work – a fast food Japanese joint – and she hated that. For once, just once, she would like smell like something other than raw fish, soy sauce and a burnt wok. She ran a hand through her brown, shoulder length hair as she opened up her laptop. The machine whirred to life as it did every night.

There was nothing special about today. She had woken up nearly an hour before she was supposed to be at work. She had then taken a shower and dressed for work, walking into the mall fifteen minutes before her shift – and into the food court five minutes before she was supposed to clock in. Now the workday was over, and Janet was sitting alone on her couch in the living room, waiting for her computer to boot up. Janet knew she would surf the web, check her email and then grow tired and crawl into bed. Only to start the entire process over again.

Despite knowing this, Janet double clicked the browser icon and logged into her email account. She knew she was repeating the pattern, and she wished – so badly – that something interesting would happen to her. Anything to break the routine. Janet sighed, shaking her head. She was probably just tired. She wasn’t sure, but there was no way she resented the routine this much when she was well rested. Pushing those thoughts from her head, Janet replied to an email from her brother and forwarded another that came from a coworker. Then she ran out of things to do. So Janet clicked on her spam folder and went through that. One of the emails caught her eye.

‘Are you dissatisfied with your life?’ Yes, yes she was. ‘Want your life to be more interesting?’ Yes, she did. ‘Try this miraculous potion. One sip is all it takes!’ Janet shook her head. What good would some – supposed – miracle potion do? She was just about to close out the window, but – instead – her pointer clicked on the product information. ‘The more you drink, the more interesting your life gets.’ Janet sighed – nearly exasperated with herself – and purchased a bottle.

-=-

That tiny bottle arrived nearly two weeks later. The bottle – despite the size of its box – was much, much smaller than Janet had anticipated it being. She shrugged, reading over the back of the bottle. It said the exact same thing that the website had promised: ‘the more you drink, the more interesting your life will be!’ Janet moved to tip the bottle back – swallowing it all in one go – but she stopped, thinking twice. She decided that it would be more prudent to see this ‘miracle potion’ in action before ingesting any of it, herself.

Her alarm went off.

Janet pocketed the tiny bottle. She would have to consider the bottle another time; she was going to be late for work. She had to start yet another monotonous day.

-=-

Shannon lugged a large bag up to the food court. A large grin had worked its way onto her round face. Though she had spent whatever was left of her small paycheck, Shannon was pleased. The Japanese media store was having a sale, and Shannon had taken full advantage – making sure to finish each of the collections she had. Most would consider the blonde woman to be a nerd, but that didn’t affect her.

The mall was crowded, which caused the hair to be heavy and hot. Carrying her bags around was hard work, so Shannon decided to get herself something to drink. She stood at the counter of the Japanese restaurant and ordered a drink.

Janet had been thinking about that tiny bottle in her pocket all day. She wanted, so desperately, to try it out, but she couldn’t figure out the best way to do that. Shannon walked up, ordering her drink, and Janet knew what she was going to do. She picked up the plastic cup and filled it with the soft drink Shannon had ordered. Then, while no one was looking, Janet took that small bottle from her pocket and let a few small drops mix with the carbonated liquid. She gave the laced drink to Shannon with a smile.

Shannon found an empty table, just a couple feet from the Japanese restaurant. She sipped the drink Janet had given her, her brows knitting. Something was off about the drink; it tasted a little funny. The blonde shook her head, thinking she was just imagining things. She ignored the taste, assuming that she was just tired from her shopping trip, and continued to sip her drink.

Her stomach started to flutter. It felt like she had butterflies in her stomach, flitting about. Shannon felt hot. The mall was warm – due to all the people compacted in one place – but Shannon felt much hotter than she should have. She tugged at her collar and found that it was tighter than it should be. Shannon cleared her throat, wiping her brow. Her hand came away wet. Though she had only walked about the mall, Shannon felt as if she had run a while. Her body ached, and she was covered in sweat.

Shannon pushed the drink she had bought from the Japanese restaurant away from her. She thought some water – maybe – would make her feel better. Shannon tried to stand but found it difficult. She moaned softly, feeling her pants becoming tight about her waist and the band cutting into her sides. Shannon was not normally a tall woman, but the blonde was currently six feet tall thanks to the potion Janet had placed in her drink.

Shannon became red in the face as the collar of her t-shirt became tighter and tighter. Finally, the fabric ripped to allow her to breathe. Only when her clothes started to rip did Shannon realize what was happening to her. She tried again to stand – moaning from the effort – and her jeans ripped down each leg, leaving nothing but tatters hanging from her hips. Since her first attempt to stand, she had doubled in height. She was fifteen feet tall and proportionally wide. Shannon had managed to shrug off the hoodie she was wearing before it became too snug. Her t-shirt split up the back, releasing some pressure from her shoulders. Her body refused to stop growing. Shannon didn’t know what was causing the growth, but she continued to grow more than the fifteen feet she was already.

The rest of her clothes ripped away under her continued growth. Within mere minutes, Shannon had grown from her modest five feet to nearly twenty feet. Her shoes exploded into shreds, and the rest of her clothing had ripped and torn under the pressure of her growing body. Soon, all that remained on her expanded body was the bra and panties that she wore. The orange material had somehow stretched to continue to cover Shannon’s body. The panties stretched, stringing between the two halves of her expanding ass. Two rings, one on each hip, held the cloth together. Those rings dug into her sides, leaving small circular imprints on her skin. Her bra no longer resembled a bra. It looked more like some great sling. Two small – tightly placed – triangles of orange fabric stretched over Shannon’s nipples, barely keeping her covered. Her cleavage was nearly spilling over the top of the bra, and a generous amount of breast was exposed out the sides of the orange strings.

Shannon’s blonde hair came loose from the hair tie she had used to hold it back. She was still red in the face – but, now, it was mostly due to noticing how many people were staring at her. Those around her had ignored her for the most part, but then she started moaning from feeling unreasonably hot and her tight clothing. Now more people started since Shannon no longer looked like the nerdy girl she was – fresh from the anime store – when she had bought the drink. Now, Shannon looked like some primitive cave woman – with her wild hair and tight, tight underwear.

A sickening crack sounded through the food court, and the chair that had once held Shannon surrendered under her weight. As she hit the floor, the rings that held her orange bra and panties on snapped and flung in all directions. The blonde woman – now nearly thirty feet tall – sat on the floor of the foot court, stark naked. She looked around bewildered, unsure of – and quite embarrassed at – what just happened.

-=-

Janet had watched the whole spectacle unfold. She had – originally – only wanted to know what the ‘miracle’ potion was supposed to actually do. But, having watched what happened to Shannon, Janet was excited. More than excited. The potion promised to make her life more interesting, but Janet was aroused. She wasn’t sure what it was, but the thought of growing – becoming larger than life – turned her on.

The media, for weeks – months – focused solely on Shannon and the display in the food court. Janet decided that she had to wait until the excitement died down. She didn’t want to experience her own growth while people were still focused on the blonde woman. So Janet occupied herself by finding everything she could about Shannon and her growth. Her internet bookmarks quickly filled with every news report, interview and video related to that one day at the mall. Someone had even captured the entire event as a video on his or her cell phone.

Since that day, Janet’s schedule wasn’t the same. Instead of coming home, surfing the web, sleeping and starting again, Janet spent the next three months coming home and researching Shannon’s growth. Every time she thought about it, Janet became aroused. She would sit on the couch – as she always did – but she would discard her pants quickly. Janet would see Shannon’s large, heaving breasts – barely contained by her bra – and become wet with arousal. Janet imagined her own breasts growing like that. She rubbed her clit, thinking about how tight her clothing would become. Just as she imagined tearing out of her clothing, her fingers slipped inside her hot pussy, and she came.

After months of masturbating to the idea of growing, Janet decided it was finally her turn.

-=-

That morning started as any other. Janet got up and dressed for work – her usual company t-shirt and blue jeans. Janet knew that her day would not end the same as any other, though. All through her shift at the restaurant – filling orders mindlessly – Janet was thinking about the tiny bottle that was in her pocket again. None of the customers got a taste of the potion. She was saving it all for herself. It was hard to focus on work when she was thinking about what she planned to do. Finally, Janet gave up on work. She took off her apron, tossing it to the floor of the restaurant, and left the food court.

On the first floor of the mall was a lounge – a collection of furniture pieces – where shoppers would sometimes rest between stops in their shopping. Janet found a comfortable chair and relaxed, still thinking about the bottle in her pocket. Finally ready, Janet took out the little bottle and drank everything that bottle held. Janet tossed the bottle in a nearby waste basket and started to rub herself through her jeans. She knew her hips would expand, and her breasts would grow. The remembered how Shannon had looked when she grew – how her face had turned red and how she’d sweat through her clothing. Janet rubbed herself harder, her breathing becoming ragged.

Passing shoppers stopped and stared. It was not often that they saw one of the restaurant workers stopping work to touch themselves like that out in public. Janet knew people were staring. She felt entirely normal, except for how horny she was. Janet continued to rub herself. She stopped only when two men towered up at her. Janet looked up over the rims of her glasses, seeing that a security guard and her boss stood over her. The guard had his thick arms crossed over his hard chest. Janet felt her heart pounding. She panicked. She did not feel any different, and she thought that the potion was not going to work on her. Her mouth moved soundlessly, trying to come up with some sort of excuse – anything to reason away why she was not at work and was touching herself in the middle of the mall.

Suddenly, Janet felt her stomach starting to turn. It was not the panic she felt before. Her head started to spin, and her glasses fogged from the sweat that collected on her forehead. Janet grinned, realizing that the potion was finally starting to work. She stopped trying to explain what she was doing. It did not matter anymore. Janet ignored the two men, lounging in the chair and spreading her legs. She rubbed herself harder through her jeans, even more turned on by what she was feeling.

“Janet, what are you…” Her boss, an elderly man with thick glasses and thinning hair, watched as she ignored him and continued to touch herself. “Stop this right now.” He was blushing – a bright red color. “I am firing you. Right now! Stop this!” His narrow eyes widened in shock and surprise as he watched Janet grow before his very eyes. Soon enough there was no room for Janet to lounge in that chair. She filled it completely – it hugged her hips. The man backed away slowly, remembering Shannon’s growth very vividly.

Janet’s body continued to expand within her clothing. The button of her jeans popped off and flew off somewhere. Without the button to keep her pants together, the zipper lowered, and she was able to rub herself through her panties, slipping her fingers into the open fly of her jeans. Her shirt felt tight, and – just as Shannon did – Janet started to get red in the face. She noticed that it got harder and harder to breathe. Janet breathed deeply, her chest expanding and finally ripping through the t-shirt she was wearing. Janet gripped the tatters of her shirt with her free hand, tossing them aside onto the carpeted floor of the lounge area.

As Janet continued to grow and rub herself, people – shoppers and mall staff alike – started to gather. There were flashes of light as people took pictures of the young woman who was masturbating and growing in the middle of the mall. Janet knew that she would end up on the news and on the internet – just as Shannon did. She rubbed harder, rocking her growing hips against her hand. Her feet grew, finally bursting out of her shoes. Janet kicked off the remains of her shoes and stretched out her legs. Her jeans ripped as she moved against her hand. She removed those scraps of cloth, too. She was left in her too tight bra – a pink, lacey thing – and pink boy shorts that were wet with arousal.

Soon there was a sea of people around her, forming an on looking mob. The little hooks that kept her bra latched broke, and her bra ripped letting her heaving breasts bounce free. Janet paid no heed to anyone who was watching or to anything that was happening. She loved the feel of her clothes growing tight, then stretching. She moaned every time her clothing ripped, providing a release of pressure and a sudden freedom. The lounge chair was hugging her hips, caving under her growing weight. Janet shifted, trying to rub herself at a different angle, and the chair finally sagged and broke. Janet hit the floor, and her panties finally gave away to her hips.

Janet leaned her head back as she slipped her fingers into her now naked center. She hit her head on the second floor of the mall, realizing that she was still growing. Her fingers plunged into her wet pussy, leaving a large puddle of wetness on the floor of the mall. Her shoulders pressed against the balcony of the second floor of the mall as she continued to grow and grow. Janet’s moaning could be heard all over the mall. The round cheeks of her ass pushed into two nearby stores, knocking over racks and cracking light fixtures. Her long – and growing longer – legs stretched down the length of the mall, her feet – each one – growing into two different stores.

She moaned louder. People from literally miles away could hear her loud moans of pleasure. Her head broke through the glass ceiling of the mall skylight as her body tightened and shuddered with pleasure. She climaxed, arching her body, and her shoulders followed her head through the roof. Her feet push through the glass doors of the two stores, bringing the walls down as her feet push through into the parking lot. She kicked a car aside as if it were nothing. Janet had stopped touching herself, and she was watching all of the destruction around her. She found that she liked it. She liked watching the walls crumble around her. She liked watching the pavement cave under the weight of her ass, creating a sort of crater.

Looking around, Janet felt as if she were sitting in some great bathtub. That was how the mall fit her now. She raised her arms, bringing more rubble and fixtures down and rested her elbows on the rooftop of the mall. Janet brushed off a bit of rubble that had fallen onto her breasts, which glistened from sweat. She was large – and sexually satisfied – and laid in her own destruction.

That bottle certainly made her life more interesting – as promised.