PLEASE READ THIS DISCLAIMER IN ENTIRETY. This is a side-lemon for a fic of mine, which can be found here: RoseIII ( http://kurai.upnetwork.net/mask.php?kuragari=roseiii ) and The Winged (http://kurai.upnetwork.net/mask.php?kuragari=winged ). What happens in here does not reflect upon the story itself, but the characters and plot devices are from these two fics, primarily the first of these two.

I know this feels like an incomplete thought to those of you who care about the plotline. So, I have a summary of where this all came from. Not explained in the proceeding fic, but is summarized here, is the main plot. Keiji Itoh, in another dimension, was put under genetic augmentation, not under her will, at the age of nine. After having been kidnapped from a submissive mother and a father that had forced her to grow up as a child, this neonate shapeshifter took on a truly male role in life. However, when puberty finally took a toll on him at the age of sixteen, he became split-personality, and Takeru emerged--a vicious vampire with lush, long, black hair, a pale complexion, and wicked golden eyes (not to mention an uncanny taste for Victorian clothing). Takeru begins to wear his father's emerald brooch at this point, driven mad by its ability to alter the soul and consequently fulfill desires to its owner. Years into the future of this alter dimension, Takeru's son Take-ryuu causes a dimensional rift that takes them back in time to the seventeenth century. (Despite how this all sounds, the fic isn't futuristic to any degree.) Back up to the time in which this dimension's Keiji is sixteen, she begins to feel the effects of the brooch that wrought Takeru into being in another time. Since she was the age of four, Takeru has come and coddled her subconscious so she will stop bending to her insane father's will and be what she really is, giving her dresses and talking her up constantly. Consider him the Devil's Advocate, if you will.

This fiction contains mostly giantess, but also a solid amount of breast expansion, aging, transgenderism, ass growth, and lots of other things that just escape simplicity. Keiji Itoh is sixteen in this fiction entirely for plot purposes, and is not underaged for pćdophilic reasons. If you would be legally unable to read adult content, please close this file immediately.

Giantess isn't usually my main focus, but I'm in an experimental phase. I'll work on uploading some of my purer BE sooner or later. Oh, and I like to get feedback. Email me ( hyperkurai@hotmail.com ) or reply in the rate me part of this archival, please. *love and kisses* I hope you enjoy this. ^_^

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I sighed, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, and stared at my reflection. I seemed so frail and pitiful, from recent lack of sleep and depression. The concept of androgyny was not a concept to me. 
And it sickened me then. I'd lived sixteen years without knowing whether I really *was* a boy or a girl. I mean, I *did* know that I was genetically female, but, due to all sorts of inhibitants in my hormonal makeup, I developed as neither. I'd hoped at one point that people would figure out that I wasn't a boy when puberty hit. I hated my flat chest more than anything. 

It was then that I turned to stand and approach the closet, where I found the most recent collection of dresses that Takeru had given me. However superficial it may have been, they were one of the only joys I had left in life. They gave definition to my sexuality. 

I pulled one out and held it up to myself in the mirror, the hanger still inside its collar, and admired how beautiful it was, with its pale off-white collar, its puffy-shouldered long sleeves, and how the thick pleats in the skirt of it were a wonderfully dark green. I whimsically shirked my pants and shirt off, then took the hanger out and slid into it. Again I looked to my reflection, giggling and twirling to feel the hemline brush up against my legs. Then I felt empty, and I stopped, staring at myself. Placing a hand to my chest, I remembered unwillingly just how hollow it felt not to wear the brooch when I wore a dress.... I dug it out of the drawer behind me, and I pinned it on, smiling coldly and stroking it a bit. 

I returned to the bathroom, still playing in the dress, and ran my delicate hands through my scrawny blonde hair. I thought to myself how much I'd love it if my hair were longer, fiddling with it and twirling it around my fingers, pulling it this way and that. I let go when I realised that the mass in my hands had doubled. It fell from my fingertips in thick, healthy ringlets, shimmering a brassy gold, the ends resting somewhere past my shoulders. I stood there dumbstruck for several minutes, then realised that this might be what Takeru meant when he'd said the brooch would give me what I wanted. I grinned, testing it again, excited, thinking hard on the desire to be taller. My knuckles a hard white as I clenched my fingers to the edge of the counter, I glared at my reflection for minutes on end before anything happened. A burning sensation slowly spread throughout my body, and soon I began to hear bones cracking together. I then saw gradual visible results and grinned madly. When the burn faded, I chuckled enthusiastically at seeing I was almost six feet tall. The sheer fact delighted me immensely, then I lost my breath at realising I'd been hunched over. Standing up, eyes wide, I saw I was actually half a foot taller than I'd previously thought. After trying to prance around giddily, I fell on my face in the middle of the bedroom floor. "I'm so clumsy now," I giggled, growing more and more delighted by what was happening. 

As I laid there in the floor on my face, the flatness of my chest. My mirth stopped there, so suddenly again melancholy. I stood again and brushed my hair back behind my shoulders with my hands, then sighed, running my hands over my chest. "Gods, I wish I had a pair of boobs.... Any sort of boobs would do...." I had forgotten in entirety what had occurred in the past half hour, and my spoken desire didn't strike me until I felt a tightness in my chest that I'd even implored anything of the brooch. The burning sensation of hormones had so slowly heated up that I hadn't even noticed it, and it was still mounting in intensity. I returned to my bathroom-mirror's reflection and stared at my reflection in utter shock, able to see visibly my breasts growing in size. By the time my hormones reached their peak, I was filling out the dress with a *very* effeminate form. I cupped one in each hand, finding them hard to contain in even my large hands. I began to have difficulty breathing because they were so big and the dress was so tight, and *still* they weren't finished growing; I somehow felt contentment from the sheer sensation of having this growth constrained in my hands. The front of my dress had grown so tight that there was no sagging anywhere, and the fabric made taut ripples; I ran a hand over it and thought it quite solid, becoming nervous at it. From what I knew of bra sizes, I was certain I would easily fill an E-cup. I loved how it felt. 

It took a minute to realise that the hormones had faded away what had made the alterations to my body, but, once I had, I began to feel of them rather heatedly, completely enamored. I giggled nervously when I heard a few stitches fall out under my arms from the pressure, putting them back at my sides. I turned to see how far they stuck out--roughly four or five inches. I smiled, deeply contented at the fact that I looked more like a woman than at any other time in my life. As I admired how wonderfully tight the dress was for me, I realised that my hind region had also undergone a bit of growth. I stuck my butt out behind me and giggled, thinking wonderful thoughts of how curvy I was, admiring how it stuck out as much as my chest. I loved it. 

Then I decided to put this wonderful dress away and return to more casual attire, wondering just how Mom and Toshi would react. The zipper at my back not only gave me difficulty reaching it, but it also practically flew open once I got it started. I pulled the dress off with moderate difficulty, then picked up one of my button-down shirts and slid my arms into the sleeves, trying to pull it around my now larger frame. I immediately noticed that it was not only really too short in the arms, but also *far* too small in the chest for me to button it, let alone get off again easily. I slid it on the hanger and put it back, then turned to the other side of the closet. I decided that Toshi wouldn't mind if I borrowed one of his shirts; I found that it fit me much better, considering that I was now as big as he was--however, the chest tightness was horrible, and I could tell that buttons were straining to stay put. I nervously took it back off and grabbed one of his T- shirts, afraid of tearing up clothing. 

I held a profoundly deep new love for this brooch. After I'd slid into a pair of Toshi's pants, with great difficulty buttoning *and* zipping them, I slid the wonderful lump of emerald into my pocket and then I flopped back onto the bed with a book, relaxing for a while. Stocking-feet feel so great when your pants are several inches too short. 

After a bit, a knock resounded. The door opened, and Mom asked, "Are you hungry?" 

I looked up at her, a bit nervous at first, then closed the book and answered, "Actually, lunch would be nice, Mom." 

She entered then, not having noticed yet, and stood there, looking at Eve, who was asleep on the front window's ledge. "Well, I'll fix something if you feed your Eevee." 

"Mmkay." I got up, setting the book down on the bed, and moved to get the PokéChow out of the bathroom cabinet, the noise from which aroused the Pokémon to consciousness. She zipped down between my feet and eagerly awaited being fed. I smiled, watching her happily nose into the bowl as the fresh cupful of food fell in. "There you go, girl," I mumbled, putting the box of food back in the cabinet. 

When I turned around again, I noticed that Mom had actually looked at me then by the horrified, blank look in her eyes. "I--I--" she stammered, staring at me. 

I blushed deeply. "I found out today what Takeru meant when he said the brooch would give me what I want." 

She twitched slightly, but said nothing. 

"You know that I'm a girl, Mom. For years, I've wanted nothing more than for my body to quit surpressing my growth spurts." 

"Y--yes.... That--that's wonderful that you've... finally blossomed... into a young woman...." She twitched again, trying to sort out whether or not to accept the fact that her daughter really was a girl. "Y--you said you were in the mood for lunch...?" 

I nodded, moving slowly towards her and holding her shoulders to look at her. She was a foot smaller than me. "Mom, I'm still your daughter, arren' I?" 

"Y--yes! You'll always be my daughter, Keiji!" 

I smiled, hugging her. "We'll get used to it together, all right?" 

I could feel her nod once she'd slowly moved to return the hug. 

"I love you." 

"I... I love you, too, dear." 

~*~*~ 

The two of us sat at the island in the kitchen, eating lunchmeat sandwiches, and talking, from time to time. 

"You know, Toshi's shirt doesn't fit you," she began, looking me over again. 

"Well," I admitted, embarrassed, "my shirts dun fit me either. Or my pants." 

She understood what I was talking about when I sat up straight and flustered, noticing just how big I was in the chest now. "K--Keiji, you need a bra. That is completely inappropriate, let alone bad for you." 

I blushed. Dare I say it? "I--I need a bra...?" Just having uttered it made me swoon. I really was a girl now. 

"We have enough time to go shopping for you before Toshi gets home. I'd prefer if he were introduced to a not-so-sloppy version of your reinvention." 

~*~*~ 

After a long jaunt at the mall, we came back and revelled in our booty. "You are going to look so great when he sees you~!" she squealed, pulling out the clothing and setting it out on my bed while I went to take a shower, having been instructed to shave while I was in there. I would have shuddered at her motherly joy, but I was enjoying myself too well. 

As the water flowed over me, I felt the hormones flow through my body again. As I washed myself, my skin was so sensitive to the touch that I began to moan in pleasure of the act. I emerged from the shower and realised that I'd grown another four inches, and my breasts were at almost a full cup size larger. I tried not to acknowledge it and shook it off. I opened the bathroom door and stood there, bare form dripping wet, staring at the small assortment of blouses, skirts, and dresses, and was in awe. I smiled, reminded of all the times that Takeru had given me clothing. 

Mom simply stared at me. "You really aren't one for modesty, are you, dear?" 

I blushed, pulling my hair out of the towel and wrapping it hastily around me. "Sorry. I'm just excited by how it feels to have curves for once...." 

She smiled. "And wonderful curves, at that...." 

After an awkward silence I began to get dressed, re-wrapping my hair in the towel and picking up the new bra. It was a beautiful, lacy thing, and dark blue. I loved how soft it was. It was a 36DDD. I remembered how to put it on, denying mentally--but not sensually--just how much tighter the bra was now than it had been an hour ago. I moved to put on the form-fitting cowl-neck blouse and the wonderful knee-length, full-bodied black skirt. A pair of simple black shoes, with small heels, lay on the foot of the bed. I slipped into them and felt somehow whole then, my toes crinkled just so slightly in their ends. I looked at my reflection in the closet door mirror and smiled, admiring myself. This clothing was so small somehow.... 

Mom did the same. "You're so beautiful, Keiji.... I... I'm glad that you finally got the chance to outlive your father's expectations for you...." 

I turned and looked at her oddly, modeling for her. She thought I was honestly living a cherishable moment with her, but I was really only trying not to think about whether another growth spurt would occur, and how bad it would be. "Would you do my hair?" 

She gawked at me in disbelief that I'd actually asked her that. "I... I've never been asked that before...." She snapped out of it and grinned. "You know I will." 

~*~*~ 

Toshi came home about half an hour later than prior expected. "Man, I'm beat," he hooted hoarsely, tossing his bag down at the front door and flopping down on the living room couch. 

Mom came out of her room and nonchalantly pulled a pair of sodas out of the fridge, then came into the living room, sat down beside him, and offered him one. 

"Thanks, Mom," he appreciated, opening it and taking a heavy swallow out of it. "What's up?" 

"Well, Keiji told me earlier that you two should get to know one another a bit better, and I agree. I'm going to leave you two alone tonight for some sibling bonding." She giggled, happy. 

"Ah, okay. I've been thinking he's needed some cheering up lately," he muttered. 

As I waited for my cue, I began to think to myself unconsciously just how much I wanted to impress my elder brother. My polyester shirt, unbeknownst to me, grew tighter and tighter as the moments passed. Soon the signal was given to me and I leapt to attention, descending the stairs. I noticed that my chest felt heavier, and that my breathing was quicker, but I ignored that any changes could have been made to my body. 

Toshi just stared at me, completely paralysed in confusion. He could say nothing as he sat there, jaw on the floor. 

"K--Keiji, dear...?" Mom began, staring at me as well. She noticed that I'd changed again, but didn't quite know how to phrase a reaction. 

I looked down to see that they were horridly enormous now, and filled the bra to such a degree that their bulging was more than visible from beneath the exceptionally tight shirt. I blushed deeply, but said nothing. 

"Y--you have boobs.... BIG boobs...." 

I nodded, sitting in the armchair. "I told you that I was meant to wear those dresses, onii-san." 

"But... but how!? How did they just grow overnight? How did you just suddenly have all these changes to your body happen!? YOU'RE A BLOODY MAN, KEIJI!" 

I sighed, looking to the floor. "I'm your sister, Toshi.... I've always... been your... sister.... As for the changes, you can thank Takeru for having told me what Daddy's brooch can do...." 

He noticed how depressed I was, but soon grew anxious again, blushing deeply. "Th--they're growing!" he uttered, flustering. 

I looked down to see that they hadn't stopped growing from when I'd looked down at them before; they had to be far larger than my head now! I grinned nervously, not knowing quite what to do. I couldn't just take the brooch off, since I wasn't even wearing it...! 

"Keiji, stop it!" Mom chided, now increasingly uneasy of me. She couldn't tell whether I was doing it on purpose. 

"I--I cann'!" I wailed, pushing them back down. It didn't help, my skin again incredibly sensitive to the touch; just feeling the fabric of my bra growing tighter and tighter as I filled out with more and more of me was enough to drive it on further. I felt my butt flare out madly beneath me, and I squealed, realizing I was still growing taller. The chair creaked and groaned before collapsing under my sheer size and weight, and my butt got stuck in the arms of the chair. I began to fear that my clothing could stretch no tighter. As my feet elongated further and further, my shoes simply cracked apart. My bra snapped as I fell to the floor, my breasts flailing in such a way that my shirt ripped straight down the back. I looked to my brother and mother in horror, and realized I had to be at least nine feet tall now. Clutching my breasts, I tried my best to retreat to my bedroom, taking up the stairs on all fours, six steps at a time. 

I just barely fit into the doorway before I would have been too large to have made it, and began to worry that I'd crush the house in my panicked relocation. I tried to rush back through the door and run outside, but I couldn't budge, my chest too large. Completely horrified, I saw the room close in on me slowly. Everything was half the size it should have been. Pouting as my head hit the ceiling, I curled up in the middle of the floor, watching everything get smaller and smaller as I and my curves grew. 

My underwear had slid up my buttcrack and soon snapped from the tension; my skirt slid up in similar fashion, completely plastered to my enormous ass. I soon could touch the ceiling from where I lay in the floor, and my feet began to press against the wall. I frustratedly flailed one leg out into the hall, then squirmed to get more comfortable. The collar around my neck was getting incredibly too tight, so I reached up and tugged it enough to rip it off. I felt something hit my back--the desk chair, and it slowly began to roll back towards the bed. I winced when I felt my butt hit the corner of the bed, my left shoulder hitting the desk. The chair was now knocked over, the wheels grinding into the middle of my back. I felt my foot touch the banister and I squealed in panick. Being crushed by my own furniture got to be too much for me and I cried out in pain. A great deal of stress was relieved, however, when the skirt finally gave way. 

"Oh my," I heard someone utter in shock. He ran his diminutive hand over my foot musedly. "Ha, it took you long enough to trigger that brooch." He crawled over my ankle and squeezed into the room. "Damn you're horny, Keiji," he muttered, commenting on just how large I'd grown. "Got to be at least fifteen feet tall now...." 

I blushed, seeing Takeru there, craning over my slowly-swelling boobs. "A--ano.... What's happening to me...!?" 

He snorted, reaching up and teasing at my nipple. I could tell he liked the changes I was undergoing. "Dear, that brooch gives you what you want--I've told you that. And, apparently, you got incredibly aroused." 

"Why would this happen because I'm horny!" I squeaked, upset. I heard the windows shake from my voice and freaked. Just how much bigger could I possibly get?! 

"You... you have... a fetish for this sort of thing.... You never had any sort of hormonal spikes in the past, so you want nothing more than to have them. You want to have bigger curves than anyone else. You want to be taller than anyone else." 

"But did I have to be *this* big?" Tears were forming in my eyes. I reached out and touched his hair with my large hands, which would probably almost grasp his entire head at that point. 

"Hn, you tell me...." He got up on top of me and started kneading at my breasts and nuzzled them, playing with my nipples more. I moaned, unable to do anything against his advances. "I've never had anyone do this sort of thing for me.... I'm never on the receiving end, just the giving end.... Ahhh, your breasts are so enormous, Keiji...." He moved upward to try to suck on my nipples, but they didn't fit in his mouth. He looked at me severely then, completely turned on. The look in his eyes made me incredibly wet, and I realised that he hadn't been lying--arousal had been the trigger of my growth spurts, and I began to grow faster than I had been. My butt grew so large that it smashed the bed, but still I grew larger as I watched Takeru get completely engulfed by my growing breasts. He moaned, grinding against my stomach. I squealed in pain when the desk broke against my back. The floor soon started to voice disapproval of my size. I felt the banister crash down into the living room. After a minute of complete silence, save the increasing volume of the sounds generated by my growth, I could feel that Takeru's pants were soaking wet. But I could no longer see him. I simply could not stop growing. I was pressed up against all four walls of the room, the furniture completely destroyed. I began to hear the hall, closet, and bathroom walls begin to groan, and I soon could feel the ceiling with my shoulder.


The floor collapsed at that point and I fell into the living room. I looked around dazedly, looking to see where Mom and Toshi were. They had left once everything had started to happen, apparently. I looked for Takeru and found him unconscious in the rubble, plucking him up by his collar and setting him on the now-smashed couch. I was still growing, and began to panic, realizing I was going to completely demolish the house; my panic made me grow even faster, and soon I could touch the second-story ceiling. I frowned, tears forming in my eyes over the situation, and looked out the second-story window in front of which the desk had prior been. My breasts were the size of cars now, and I could scarce balance myself much longer, so I sat down in the middle of the living room, awaiting the inevitable.


Soon I was large enough that I started to have to find room for my legs. I worried about crushing Takeru and set him in between my boobs. I looked out the front window, tall enough now to look through it sitting down. My head soon hit the ceiling; the sheer fact drove me mad and I just grew faster, hunching over more and more to keep from going through the ceiling. I panicked once I was getting to be as big as the house, and I worried that my breasts were large enough to smother my captive. I looked down at him to find he had come to again, and was looking up at me, wedged in between my cleavage. He couldn't get out if he tried. 

"Ah, hi," I mumbled, blushing. 

"H--hi," he stammered, in awe that I'd just kept on growing. He squirmed a little, trying to get free. "Damn, you're HUGE," he continued, beside himself. 

"I--I know. I can't stop it, either. Ano," I flustered. "You said this is because I'm horny, right?" 

"Yeah." 

"Masturbating would stop it, right?" 

"Uh, it should...." 

"What do you mean, it SHOULD?" I frowned, feeling the walls touch my skin. My breasts would probably have easily filled my bathroom at this point. 

"Well, I haven't actually had this happen before, okay? Just do it." 

I squirmed, trying to reach. "I cann' get my hand down there." 

"Great." He became amorphous and slid out beneath my breasts, and I soon felt his tiny fingers playing with me. If he'd said anything at this point, I wouldn't have been able to hear it. 

I started to feel the pressure of the house's brick walls, and tears formed in my eyes as I felt I was growing inside an impenetrable area; yet still I didn't stop growing. My ass was up in the air, and it breached the ceiling up into the attic. I felt boxes and stuff rain down my back, and squinted my eyes shut. Gods, having such finite touch down there--! The entire house began to rumble louder and louder the hornier I got, and soon I started to hear glass shatter. I tried to ball myself up tighter, but couldn't. The wall to the studio finally fell in, buying me *some* time. 

I was large enough for him to climb inside of me apparently, and he began to massage me from the inside. Just knowing I was that big was enough for me to smother him with cum, clenching up involuntarily. Knowing I'd probably just crushed him drove me wild, my climax forcing the walls to fall down all around me, revealing a fifty-foot-tall naked teenager with breasts proportionately more enormous than any other woman's on the face of the earth. I collapsed, exhausted. I didn't care if anyone saw me. 

After a minute Takeru climbed out of me, soaking wet, and walked up to my face. "Dear, don't you think you went a little... overboard?" 

"You think I was *trying* to do this? I diddunn' know it would happen!" I defended. 

"Why didn't you just try to get off earlier than that?" 

"Being horny apparently stunts my train of thought," I pouted, snubbing him with a frown. 

Silence ensued, then he commented flatly, "You... you could turn back now, you know...." 

I smirked at him, plucking him up and smothering him between my boobs. "Now why would I want to do that?"