Growing My Girlfriend 2

By Ivy Maxwell

It all starts with a tingling chest . . .

Last night still feels like a dream: holding my girlfriend close in my arms as her body grew to immense proportions. Alexa’s huge bosom smothering me, that fiery look in her eyes as she . . . well, let’s just say it was the best time of my life.

As a college dude with a short attention span, this unexpected turn of events has me feeling incredibly happy. And yet . . . it’s not enough. The next time my girlfriend transforms that ways, I want to sleep with her.

Sure, up until now her beliefs have kept us from doing the deed. Aren’t rules made to be broken, though?

The super lame thing is, before I can get with my girlfriend, I have to survive a sweltering day working in an unairconditioned booth selling snow cones. This Texas heat wave is enough to make me feel like I’m gonna melt, and my shift is ticking by ever so slowly. All I wanna do is see Alexa grow again, dang it.

But turns out, Alexa wants to experience that indescribable pleasure of her growing into a goddess even more than I do. It seems she has even less patience than me, given she keeps visiting me (teasing me) during my shift.

And with every visit, she’s getting bigger, bustier, more demanding . . .

Let’s just say that my job is about to get very interesting.

This story is Book 2 of an erotic romance trilogy featuring egregious breast expansion, gradual bimbofication, and giantess transformation. This story takes place in the Growth Chronicles universe.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ivy Maxwell
• Release date: Mar 4, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463912461

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.

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Growing My Girlfriend 2

For the record, here’s what happened:

I woke yesterday, Saturday morning. The first thing I did? Reached for my phone and called my girlfriend. The game plan? Get into her pants. ASAP.

Brrrrrring went the dial tone.

Now I know what you’re thinking. What a horn dog! What a man slut! A dirty college boy going after a sweet, innocent Catholic girl in her prime, corrupting her with his sinful desires.

Well, um, you know . . . Fuck yeah! (Throw the book at me. Guilty as charged!)

Need I remind you what happened last night?

My girlfriend, Alexa, showed up out of nowhere, all stirred up and emotional and more turned on than I’ve ever seen her. Next thing I know, my dick is in her mouth and she’s transforming before my eyes into some kind of sex goddess. Her modest personality replaced by that of a bimbo porn star, her thick body coiled like spring, her tits . . .

Brrrrrrring.

God, her tits. Who knew watching her B-cup breasts grow as big as the bean bag chairs in my room—and round as the old-school world globe on my desk—could be so satisfying?

Yet deep down, I knew it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I felt this intense primal instinct to fill her with my cock. Bang her right and proper.

Despite dating for nearly a year, Alexa and I have never had intercourse before, thanks to her religious beliefs and the resulting promise I made to wait. (Wait for what, the next ice age?)

But after the night we’d shared, I had a sneaking suspicion my girlfriend might be more open-minded to . . . trying new things. She probably would have gone for it last night, but as stupid as this might sound, I was too dumb-struck by her growth to suggest it.

Waking up that morning, my mind clear from a good night’s sleep, us having sex seemed like a fucking brilliant idea.

I’d just need to encourage her a little. That meant getting her to come back over to my place for another thorough examination of her tits. She’d been complaining of tingling breasts, after all. I’m no doctor, but I reckon that sort of thing should be checked daily. And who better to do the job than me, her boyfriend?

I smirked in anticipation. My morning wood throbbed with lust.

Brrrrrrrrriiiing—click.

Mmm, good morning Jared. Alexa’s sultry voice, low with sleep, was music to my ears. The playful tone in her voice betrayed the smile she wore on her end of her line.

Morning, sweetie. I breathed deep and paused, suddenly feeling uncertain. Where to go from here? After the amazing night I’d shared with her, what with the extraordinary expansion of her body, ordinary conversation felt surprisingly weird. What did Alexa think of the whole experience? Shit, how did she feel about growing into a giant supermodel?

I have ADHD,