Pleasurable Giant Growth Description Growth begins as a deep warmth in the chest, a pressure that radiates outward like a slow, delicious pulse. Each heartbeat feels heavier, fuller, almost too much to contain. Limbs tingle as bones stretch and muscles expand—not painfully, but with an indulgent ache, like the release of long-held tension. The spine lengthens, vertebrae clicking into new alignment, every inch added sending a shiver of ecstasy rippling through nerves. Clothes pull taut, seams whining, fabric brushing against sensitized skin until it either snaps apart or clings in teasing patches. The floor groans first, then furniture rattles. Tiny objects topple as feet spread wider, toes curling instinctively into the surface as more weight presses down. The air itself changes—thinning, rushing past ears as height surges upward, and with it comes a dizzying rush of power. Windows quake, glass trembles, dust falls from rafters. Internally, the pleasure sharpens. Every expansion feels like being stroked from within, nerves alight with growing hunger. Breathing becomes deeper, resonant, filling lungs that now dwarf the room around them. The heart thunders like a war drum, each beat pushing the body taller, broader, more unstoppable. From the outside, the world bends to the transformation. Walls crack, ceilings crumble against the rising form. People scatter, their voices muffled by sheer scale, their eyes wide as they crane their necks higher and higher to follow the expanding figure. Shadows stretch vast across the ground, swallowing the space once familiar. And the person growing—oh, they feel everything: the trembling of the floor beneath their soles, the ticklish skitter of debris raining against their skin, the intoxicating dominance of realizing they can’t stop—nor do they want to. The larger they swell, the sweeter the sensations become, as though the world itself is caressing and resisting them at once.