...tretched further and further as she gained height, her waist starting to pinch inwards as her hips began to flare outwards, making her jean shorts tight. Her face started to become slimmer, her hands and fingers becoming longer as she gripped the bedspread. She could see her nipples poking through the tightening shirt, hard as pebbles. A tingling in her chest brought her eyes to her usually small breasts, and in amazement she watched as they began to inflate, pulling her tank top even higher.
Her red suspenders, normally holding up her shorts down the front of her chest, were slowly pushed to the side as her breasts grew. As her breasts grew and she gained height, the suspenders became more and more taunt, pressing her burgeoning breasts together and creating a crease over her growing valley.
Her ponytail (which was always done up really strangely on the side of her head) grew longer and fuller, straining the hair knot. Her bottom gained mass, filling in her shorts till they looked like they were a second skin.
'My god...it...hurts!' Misty ground out as her clothing constricted itself over her ever growing body. Suddenly, the hair knot in her ponytail, now touching a slender shoulder, broke with a loud snap, spilling her hair down to touch her upper back. Then, one of the suspenders unhooked from her shorts, flying up and behind her from the released tension and was quickly followed by the other. Her now B cup b...