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MidReal Story
The Weight of Being Me
Scenario:Write a giantess growth and breast expansion story, one that's detailed and enticing. Make it slow, and don't make the main character grow too fast, give them time to adjust to every new size. List or write out the growth as it happens, including their changing height as it happens. Include dialogue, daily routines, interactions with other people. Make it very human like. Have it be an enjoyable thing after a few days.
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Ella Reed
She is a young woman navigating significant personal changes, including a change in appearance due to weight loss. She is resilient, humorous, and introspective. Ella struggles initially with the social implications of her weight loss but finds joy and freedom in her new lifestyle. She cherishes her friendships and supports her friends through their own challenges. Her journey is one of selfdiscovery and embracing life's unexpected twists.
Isaac Reed
He is Ella’s older brother who provides emotional support from afar. He is understanding, protective, and supportive. Isaac maintains a close connection with Ella despite their physical distance, regularly communicating with her. His absence from their shared childhoods has created a void, but his continued involvement ensures a continued sense of family unity and mutual care.
Kane
He is another friend of Ella who stands by her during her transformations. He is humorous, loyal, and encouraging. Kane jokes about Ella's diet and new body, showing his lighthearted nature. Despite joking, he genuinely supports Ella's journey, attending events where she performs. His role highlights the enduring power of friendship and how shared experiences deepen bonds among friends.
I was so happy to finally have a day off work.
I didn’t know what I was going to do with myself, but I was looking forward to just lounging around and being lazy.
I rolled over, and as I moved my arm under my pillow, I felt a lump there.
I reached under and pulled out a small toy box.
It was something I had found while cleaning my room over the weekend.
I hadn’t looked inside; I just put it back there and forgot about it.
Opening the lid, I was shocked to see that it was full of growing pills.
I had heard of these before.
They were pills that made you grow, not just in height, but also in other areas.
I wasn’t sure if I believed in them, but I decided that I would take one anyway.
It’s not like it would hurt.
"Wow Elle, you look different today," Mason said as I walked into the kitchen.
I hadn’t taken the pill yet; I wanted to see how everything went before I did anything drastic.
"I’ve lost some weight," I said while sitting down at the table.
"You’ve been dieting?" he asked, sitting down next to me.
I nodded, not saying anything else.
"What’s with the diet? You don’t need to lose weight," he said, looking at me with concern in his eyes.
"I’m just trying to get healthy," I said, getting up from the table.
I needed to get out of there before he asked me any more questions.
I walked down the hallway to my room, putting my hand in my pocket and feeling the toy box.
My fingers brushed against the smooth surface of the pills inside.
I stopped at my dresser, looking at myself in the mirror.
Where was I going to hide this?
I couldn’t leave it under my pillow anymore; it was too dangerous.
I looked around my room, trying to think of a good hiding spot.
Then I remembered the loose floorboard under my bed.
I used to hide things there when I was a kid, like diary entries and candy.
It was the perfect place.
I knelt down on the floor and pried up the board with my fingers.
The space underneath was musty and dark, but it looked untouched. I placed the toy box inside and covered it with old papers that had been left there.
Then I put the floorboard back in its place, making sure that it was secure.
Sitting cross-legged on my bed, I stared at the loose floorboard.
I was thinking about taking one of the pills, but I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea.
My fingers drummed against my knee as I weighed the pros and cons in my head.
After twenty minutes of internal debate, I slid off the bed and pried up the floorboard again.
The box felt heavier than before as I lifted it out from under the bed.
I sat down on the edge of my mattress and opened the lid, examining each pill carefully.
They were all different sizes and shapes, but they looked similar otherwise.
I picked one up and turned it over in my hand, searching for any identifying marks or differences between them.
It was small and pink, with a smooth surface that felt cool to the touch.
I placed it in my palm and closed my fist around it, feeling its weight in my hand. My heart was racing as I walked into the bathroom and filled a glass with water from the sink.
I stood there for a moment, staring at myself in the mirror.
My reflection looked nervous and uncertain, like I was about to do something crazy.
And maybe I was.
But I couldn’t help myself; I had to know what this pill would do to me.
I held it up to the light one last time before placing it on my tongue.
I swallowed hard, feeling the pill slide down my throat, and waited for whatever came next.
I sit on the edge of my bathtub, gripping the porcelain to steady myself as a strange sensation floods my system.
It starts in my stomach, radiating outward like I've swallowed hot tea too quickly.
The warmth spreads through my veins, leaving a tingling feeling in its wake.
My hands tremble as I try to check the time on my phone, but the screen looks fuzzy and distorted.
I stand up, intending to splash some water on my face, but my legs feel unsteady beneath me.
The bathroom tiles seem to shift and tilt, like I'm standing on a boat at sea.
I grab the counter for support, knocking over my toothbrush holder in the process.
Through the increasingly unclear reflection in the mirror, I watch as my face flushes red.
I grip the counter harder, my knuckles turning white.
The heat pulses through me in waves, intensifying until it's almost unbearable.
My skin tingles like a thousand needles are pricking at it from the inside out.
My breaths come in short gasps, and I try to focus on controlling them.
The room spins around me, and I slide down to sit on the cold tile floor, pressing my back against the wall.
Through squinted eyes, I notice that my tank top feels tighter across my chest.
The fabric stretches slightly, and I can feel my bra becoming more snug.
My heart pounds in my ears as I realize that the pills are actually working, causing real changes to my body.
Slumped against the wall, I fumble with my phone, my trembling fingers struggling to find Mason's contact.
My tank top strains uncomfortably across my growing chest, making each breath shallow and difficult.
The screen blurs in and out of focus as another wave of heat washes over me.
I drop the phone twice before managing to press the call button.
The dial tone echoes in my ears as I watch the fabric of my top stretch even further.
"Please pick up," I whisper, wincing as my bra digs painfully into my ribs.
The call connects, and Mason's voice crackles through the speaker just as everything fades to black.
My eyes flutter open to find Mason kneeling beside me on the bathroom floor, his hands gripping my shoulders.
The fluorescent lights above us blind me for a moment, and I squint against their brightness.
As my vision clears, I focus on Mason's face, his brow furrowed with concern.
"Are you okay?"
His voice is tight with worry.
I try to respond, but my head throbs like a bass drum in a rock band.
I'm lying on the cold tiles, my back pressed against the unforgiving surface.
I can feel the chill of the floor seeping into my skin through my clothes.
My tank top has ripped slightly at the seams, and my bra straps dig painfully into my shoulders.
Mason helps me sit up slowly, steadying me when I sway slightly.
"What happened? I found you passed out when I got here," he says, his voice filled with concern.
I clutch my aching head in my hands, trying to form a coherent response.
"I think the pills are working, Mason," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes widen in shock, and he glances at my torn tank top.
"You mean the ones you ordered online? But they were supposed to be just supplements!"
Mason helps me stand, but my legs feel like jelly beneath me.
Each step sends jolts of heat through my body, making my skin prickle and my expanded chest ache against the stretched fabric of my clothing.
The room tilts around me as Mason guides me toward my bedroom, his arm firm around my waist.
With each step, the heat intensifies, and I can feel the changes in my body unfolding rapidly.
My chest tightens against the confines of my clothes, and I struggle to breathe deeply.
Finally, we reach my bedroom, and I collapse onto the bed, the mattress creaking under my weight.
Mason pulls up my desk chair and sits beside me, watching with concern etched on his face.
I curl onto my side, wrapping my arms around myself as another wave of warmth spreads from my core.
The ceiling fan spins lazily above me, but its gentle breeze does nothing to cool the burning sensation that courses through my veins.
Mason's worried eyes meet mine, and I know everything is about to change.
I try to sit up, but my expanding chest throws off my balance.
I lean against my headboard, watching my chest continue to slowly expand.
The remains of my tank top hang loosely around my torso while my bra digs painfully into my flesh.
Mason keeps glancing away awkwardly as the growth continues.
I measure the changes with my hands, trying to gauge the increase.
I've already gone up at least two cup sizes, and it doesn't seem to be stopping.
The burning sensation starts to fade, replaced by a heavy fullness in my chest.
My breathing steadies as the transformation seems to slow.
When I try standing again, Mason rushes to help, but I wave him off.
I need to test my new balance myself.
I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of my new reality settle in.
I grip the bedpost for support as I take my first wobbly steps toward my full-length mirror.
My legs still feel like jelly, and my enlarged chest throws off my balance with each movement.
Mason starts to get up from the desk chair, but I wave him back down.
I need to do this on my own.
The five steps to my mirror feel like a mile as I concentrate on not tipping over.
My torn tank top shifts with each step, exposing more skin than I'm comfortable with.
Finally, I reach the mirror and brace myself against the wall, leaning forward until my reflection comes into sharp focus.
I stare at the unfamiliar figure before me, feeling a strange mix of fear and acceptance.
Staring at my reflection, I notice my heart rate is still irregular, and a dull ache spreads through my chest.
The medical implications of these changes finally hit me.
I fumble for my phone on the dresser, nearly knocking it over in the process.
My new proportions are still throwing off my coordination.
Mason asks if I'm okay, but I wave him off as I scroll through my contacts.
My hands shake slightly as I find the number I need.
Dr. Martinez has been my physician since childhood, and she knows my medical history better than anyone.
I lean against my dresser, phone trembling in my hand as it rings.
Each tone makes my stomach clench tighter.
Mason hovers nearby, his presence both comforting and suffocating.
My enlarged chest strains against the remains of my clothes, a constant reminder of why I'm making this call.
The phone rings four times before going to voicemail.
I hang up and immediately redial, more desperate now.
My fingers leave sweaty marks on the screen.
I grip the dresser edge with one hand while holding my phone with the other, forcing myself to stay upright.
The second call ends in voicemail as well.
My heart races faster, and I redial for the third time.
The phone rings once, twice, and then the voicemail beep sounds again.
I take a deep breath and speak, my voice trembling.
"Dr. Martinez, it's Ella Reed. Something's happening to my body - rapid changes I can't explain. I need your help as soon as possible."
I pause, glancing at my reflection in the mirror, at my torn clothes and drastically altered figure.
"Please call me back immediately. It's an emergency."
I end the call and slide down to sit on the floor, my enlarged chest making the movement awkward.
Mason kneels beside me, his voice gentle but firm.
"Ella, you need to tell me what's really going on. This isn't just some random growth spurt, is it?"
I look at him, my eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination.
I lean back against the dresser, my enlarged chest making it hard to find a comfortable position.
The cool wood against my back offers a small sense of relief.
I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts.
"I've been having these weird dreams," I start, watching Mason's face for any sign of disbelief.
"They started a few weeks ago - dreams about growing taller, changing shape."
My voice catches in my throat as another wave of tingling spreads through my chest.
Mason stays silent, waiting for me to continue.
I close my eyes, remembering the recurring dream that has haunted me for weeks.
It's always the same - I stand in the middle of the city, feeling the ground beneath me shift and tremble.
As I look down at myself, I see my body expanding beyond recognition.
My limbs stretch like rubber, my skin stretching taut over my bones.
My clothes rip and tear, unable to contain the rapid growth.
The buildings around me seem to shrink as I rise higher and higher, until I'm towering over skyscrapers and looking down on the world from an impossible height. "In the dream," I continue, opening my eyes and meeting Mason's concerned gaze, "I feel this power coursing through me. It's exhilarating but also terrifying. I can't control it."
I pause, taking a deep breath before continuing.
"The dream ends with me waking up in a cold sweat. But this time...this time was different."
Mason frowns, his brow furrowed with confusion.
"What do you mean?"
I gesture at my torn clothes and altered body.
"This isn't just a dream anymore. It's real."
Mason looks at me skeptically, his eyes scanning my changed form.
"Ella, you're not making any sense. How could this be related to your dreams?"
I shake my head, trying to find the words to explain the inexplicable.
"I don't know," I admit.
"But I've never felt anything like this before. It's as if something inside me is awakening."
Mason sighs, running his hand through his hair in frustration.
"Look, Ella, I want to help you. But you need to tell me what's really going on. This isn't some kind of prank or wild story you made up, is it?"
I meet his gaze, determined to convince him of the truth.
"No," I say firmly.
"I'm telling you everything I know. I've been having these dreams, and now...now this is happening to me."
I rest my head against the dresser, exhausted from explaining everything to Mason.
The tingling sensation in my chest has subsided to a dull throb, but the torn remains of my clothes and the unfamiliar curves of my body serve as constant reminders of how much I've changed.
As Mason processes what I've told him, his expression shifting from skepticism to confusion, I find myself drifting back into the vivid memory of last night's dream.
In the dream, I feel the ground beneath me tremble as my body begins to expand.
My limbs stretch like rubber, my skin pulling taut over my bones.
The buildings around me seem to shrink as I rise higher and higher, until I'm towering over skyscrapers and looking down on the world from an impossible height.
I remember the rush of power coursing through me, a mix of exhilaration and terror.
It's a feeling unlike anything I've ever experienced before - a sense of limitless possibility and uncontrollable force. As I relive the dream in my mind, I can't help but notice the subtle changes in my body.
My hands unconsciously caress the curves of my enlarged chest, tracing the outline of where my clothes have torn apart.
The sensation sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and something else - something almost like desire.
I glance at Mason, wondering if he notices the way my fingers linger on my own skin.
But his eyes are fixed on mine, filled with concern and confusion.
I look away, embarrassed by my own reaction.
I shouldn't be enjoying this - this strange new form that feels both foreign and intoxicating.
But as I remember the rush of power in my dream, a part of me can't help but want more.
I want to feel that sense of limitless possibility again, even if it means embracing this strange new version of myself. As I sit there, lost in thought, I notice something else - a faint glow emanating from beneath the floorboards near my bed.
It's a soft blue light, barely visible in the dimness of the room.
I frown, trying to remember if I've ever seen anything like it before.
And then it hits me - the pills Dr. Martinez gave me for my insomnia are hidden beneath those floorboards.
Could they be causing this strange glow?
I push myself up from the floor, ignoring Mason's concerned voice as he calls out to me.
"Ella, what are you doing?" Mason asks, his voice tinged with worry.
"I need to check something," I reply, moving towards the bed with determination.
"Wait, are you saying those pills might be causing all of this?"
I crawl across my bedroom floor, my new weight making each movement awkward.
Mason hovers behind me, his voice filled with concern.
"Ella, be careful," he warns.
I ignore him, focusing on the task at hand.
As I reach the loose floorboard, I can see the blue light pulsing between the cracks.
It's brighter now, casting eerie shadows on the walls.
My fingers tremble slightly as I wedge them under the edge of the board.
The wood creaks and splinters slightly as I pull upward.
Dust fills the air, making me cough.
Finally, I manage to lift the board away from its resting place.
And there, nestled in the darkness beneath, is the box of pills Dr. Martinez prescribed for my insomnia.
But they don't look like ordinary pills anymore.