Erin's Obsession

By Ivy Maxwell

A Breast Expansion and Female Muscle Growth Story.

Tim and Val are back, bigger and bustier than ever!

Tim screwed up when he let his growth power go to his head. In the aftermath, he’s discovered the truth: he loves his girlfriend, Val. He wants nothing more than to live happily-ever-after with her.

But his growth shenanigans may have already messed up their relationship beyond any hope of saving. Yeah, they both share the same mutual passion: growing Val, getting her huge and busty and irresistible--yet to have a future together, they’ll need something more.

On top of everything, the college couple have an uncanny knack for attracting trouble. A secret organization has sent forth Agents B and E, granted them growth magic to match Tim's own. Their mission? Break up Tim and Val by any nefarious means. Except it seems the agents have a steamy, sexy agenda of their very own.

Will Tim be true to himself, defeat the bad guys, and reveal his love to Val?

Answering burning questions; packed with action and drama, an evolved growth magic system, a complex cast, and tons of twists; clocking in at a hearty 25,000 words; the newest volume of The Growth Chronicles will leave you gasping for more . . . more!

This story is Book 5 of an erotic romance series featuring egregious breast expansion and female muscle growth. (Also contains: giantesses, wild romps, and cupcakes.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ivy Maxwell
• Release date: Jan 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463504512

Ivy Maxwell

In her teens, Ivy Maxwell stayed up late watching Dragon Ball Z--the transformation scenes left a vivid impression on her psyche and desires that has persisted to this very day. By day she's a mild-mannered teacher raising respectable young citizens--by night, she drops all pretense and lets loose by writing romantic erotica. Ivy's stories feature breast expansion, female muscle growth, giantessism, body growth, succubi, bimbofication, hucow transformation, and a big dose of fun, adventure, and sexy hot intrigue.

Book preview

1

Secrets

One black midnight, the fate of the universe took a turn for the worse.

Or at the very least a turn for the weird, followed by the sexy.

A pair of cloaked figures swept into a dank city alley and halted, uncertain. One was extraordinarily tall, his cloak wrapped tight around his muscular frame. The other, all feminine curves, her platinum locks peeking out from her hood and trailing down her bosom, whispered, Is this the right place?

Hell if I know, the man said, his voice thick and low.

They crept a little further down the alley, unaccustomed to their filthy surroundings and disgusted by what they saw. Lit only by a fading sliver of moon, an overflowing dumpster had vomited fast food wrappers and plastic cups across the ground, scattering them against older, unidentifiable trash. Foul mold ran up the brick walls on both sides, coloring it more green than red.

Nasty spot of turf, the man said.

A creature scurried through the refuse between the young woman’s feet. "Ahhhh!" she wailed, before the man moved to muffle her with his paw.

"Shhhh, he said. Keep quiet. He withdrew his grip, and the woman glared at him. Bah, it was but a mouse. You act like you’ve never gotten your hands dirty. She was very clear not to draw attention to our meeting."

The lady huffed. Just because I pursue power doesn’t mean I can’t display my womanly sensibilities. Rats are nasty brutes. And let’s be real, the city is dead asleep right now; no one can hear me but you. She crossed her arms under her large breasts. Why did she insist on meeting so late? Why do we have to wear such stupid clothing? It’s so unfashionable. I’m going to get lines under my eyes, staying up like this. We were promised answers. Where the heck is that crone?

"Right here, of course," cracked a sultry voice. Taken unawares and on the alert, the pair whipped their gaze forward, wary.

From out of the shadow of the dumpster stepped a woman, her own cloak sewn with royal shades of crimson and amber. Hood down, she regarded the youthful pair with haunting eyes that didn’t seem to fit the rest of her. Aside from those eyes, her face was flawless, her body ageless, her bosom deep and firm. Only the white of her hair, and the eyes, betrayed that she might be something other than what she appeared. "This crone knows a thing or two about remaining hidden from prying eyes, she said. Unlike you two. Bumbling around in a manner that could raise the dead."

The pair regarded one another. The young woman spoke first. So sorry for the slight of title, madam. I was too loose with my tongue. And, erm, you certainly look different than when we . . .  first met.

I forgive your misstep. Don’t bother questioning my change of appearance—I know your vanity, girl. As we say in the industry, trade secrets stay secret, the older woman said, heaving her chest in pride.

The man snorted.

Is something funny, Agent B? she asked him.

Oh, no. I was just imagining how long you were crouching behind that there dumpster, waiting for us, is all.

The ageless woman blushed, her face a mask of indignant anger.

Don’t tease the witch, Blake, the younger woman said to her companion under her breath. When you’re not busy being a dumbass, you’re too clever for your own good.

Thanks, ya frosty bitch, he replied, though I wish my acting skills were half as masterful as yours. You really have everyone going with that chummy, bubbly act of yours.

Me, act? Hah, when you pretend to be an oafish brute with such raw conviction, I often wonder if you have Shakespearean blood in you. Makes me question if you really are as stupid and speech-impaired as you make yourself out to be—

Enough, the ageless woman said, cease the clattering of your tongues. I did not summon you two so that you could brawl in the gutter. You can trash-talk on your own time. We have business to attend to. She went rigid. Dreadfully important business. To be crystal clear, in case you have already forgotten, we are dealing with a problem that is bigger than you or me. Do I have your attention?"

The pair nodded.

Good. Now follow me. With a swish of her royal cloak, the ageless woman retreated behind the dumpster.

The young rivals exchanged raised eyebrows, then followed her. As they rounded the stinking metal box, they jerked to a halt in wild surprise. Piercing the night before them was a swirling vortex. It swirled and pulsed, a hurricane of energy the same red and yellow hue as the ageless woman’s cloak, glowed in the night with a life of its own. The ageless woman stood nearby, her face plastered with a snarky smirk. Enjoying their reaction. A hole in reality hung in the air, obscuring the brick wall behind.

Yes, Agent B, don’t tease the witch, she said, addressing the hulking man. Agent E comprehends when to show some respect. Come. It is time for your education. She stepped through the portal.

Blake faltered. She showed us strange things before, but this is . . .

. . . crazy? The young woman cast off her hood. Her hair fell in waves across her ample chest, and her snow-blue eyes crackled as they reflected the light of the portal, a blazing fire of ambition. Yes. Just the kind of crazy I like. Now this is power. She jumped through.

Blake shivered. Erin Lake. What a bombshell. And the only gal I’ve ever met who can give me the heebie-jeebies. I can never let my guard down around her. Or my pants. Too risky, even for a rack like hers. The large man strode through vortex, leaving Houston behind.

2

Sex Education

Blake, Erin, and the ageless woman appeared inside a dimly-lit subterranean cavern, the sort that only exists deep beneath the earth. Oddly warm. Water dripped off ancient stalactites to the ground in an uneven drip that did nothing to calm the knot in Erin’s stomach.

She pulled her cloak close to her bosom, her enthusiasm dampened, suddenly wishing she were back in the alley. She understood slinking around the city; this place was foreign. The use of magic and secrecy and power made her blood race, yet also made her uneasy. Too many unknowns. She was all for taking risks, but she prefered to know how much she was wagering before laying her chips on the line.

Or her life.

Blake appeared unfazed, to her disappointment.

The ageless woman gazed at the pair of college students. Agent E, you’re white as a ghost, even with all that blush on. You act like you’ve never taken a transdimensional-sexual portal before.

Erin and Blake nearly choked. "A what!?"

We call it a TDSP for short. It gets good mileage. Oh, I don’t want to go confusing you before we even begin. Forget it. It’s not important. Open your ears, and listen closely. If you have a question, you may address me as Elrenda.

But you told us your name was Darlene when we met—

Elrenda chopped her hand through the air to silence him. "Manners, Agent E! Darlene was my anagram alias in the mortal world. Think about it a moment. In this holy domain, you will speak only when spoken to, or else raise your hand and wait to be called upon, like the patient children I know you can be. Similarly, while I use my true name here, you will refer to one another by your agent names. Do not be familiar with one another. Are we clear?"

Blake mumbled an assent. Erin raised her hand.

Yes, Agent E? Elrenda said.

Why?

"Why