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Alice Edwards is five-foot-one and tired of looking up. She works in a hormone-growth lab that was never supposed to leave the animals—so on Halloween she pockets a vial, puts on the blue dress and the apron, and walks into a frat-house party looking like her namesake.

One drink. Eight inches. That’s all she wants: to be normal for one night. Heat hits her cheeks, her Mary Janes, and everywhere in between, starts to tighten . . .

 (Drink Me, growth serum, Alice costume, progressive giantess, Halloween)

Excerpt:

Without waiting for herself to chicken out, she unscrewed the lid and drank the entire bottle down. It was only a small amount—but the irradiated components were powerful. It tasted horrible—metallic, like swallowing a mouthful of copper.

But as soon as it slid down her throat, she could feel heat rising to her cheeks. Maybe the stuff would work. Maybe it wouldn’t. For now, it felt nice . . .

She swung her legs and lay back on the bed. Staring down at her feet, she squeezed her toes and admired her Mary Janes. A tingle reached her feet—the serum was working, spreading through her body. It was only a matter of time now.

Heat rushed to her face and her heartbeat rose. That warmth spread to her fingertips and down to her most intimate areas. Alice took a deep breath and looked around the room. There was no going back now. She’d already slipped down the rabbit hole.

Gently, she lifted the hem of her dress up, then slithered a hand downward. She wore no panties—only a garter belt with clips holding her stockings up. As she dragged her thumb across her slit, she realized she’d already become far more turned on than expected. By the time the growth started, she’d be soaked.

At first, she rubbed her clit, which was the best way to get her worked into a frenzy. Her legs hung lazily at the sides, bent at the knees. Beneath the dress, her nipples hardened. Goosebumps ran up the length of her arms and along her neck.

The foreplay was nice and by the time her fingers went in, she was feeling hungry for sexual gratification. Alice often strung orgasms together—especially when she had media to enjoy. Normally, she sat on her bed and watched size videos where women grew to towering heights.

That thought excited her so much . . .

Since she was hyperaware of her body, she noted the subtle change in her position. While she didn’t move, at least not on her own, her hair was being painfully pulled behind her. Alice realized it was caught between her back and the headboard, so if it was being pulled—that meant she was moving. Upward.

“It’s working,” she whispered, and let out a long puff of breath.

The growth was subtle, but there. She watched as her feet slowly inched down the bed.

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