Cara�s Self-Control

By Dr. Boobology

Author�s note:

Hey there folks. I know I haven�t been very productive lately, but, oh well, that�s how it goes sometimes. This is my first attempt at sequential growth graphics. I hope you enjoy!

Troubleshooting:

If you opened this .htm file and don�t see the graphics, that�s because you didn�t extract the zip. Extract that shit.

Disclaimer:

If there�s any reason you shouldn�t be reading about or looking at cartoons of a naked woman, then don�t scroll down.

	Cara shrugged off her red robe and looked in the mirror, then down at herself. For once, she smiled. Usually the sight of her plain, shapeless body made her want to crawl into a hole and cry, but today was different. At seventeen, even the other, not-quite-attractive girls in her small group of social outcasts made her look like an utter waste of womanhood. Pale skin, tiny breasts and not a trace of an hourglass figure greeted her every morning, but all that was about to change. She was daydreaming her way through a calculus class when it dawned on her. �Of course!� she whispered to herself. The ability had been there all along; she just never knew how to activate it. She didn�t know where the epiphany came from, but she just knew it would work. It had to. She almost tried it out right then and there, but self-control had always been one of her strong suits and she convinced herself to wait until she had the privacy of her bedroom.
And now the waiting was over. She would finally have the body of a real woman. Cara breathed out gently and slightly furrowed her brow. �I can do this,� she thought, �I can do this�� Slowly, she felt her usually limp hair grow subtly longer. Her oddly shaped chest became ever so slightly heavier on her gradually restructuring frame. She felt the pudginess she had always wanted to get rid of simply melt away with a wonderfully warm sensation that enveloped her entire body. A tugging at her sides told her that she was actually forming the beginnings of a waist. �More�� she whispered.
	As she concentrated, she could tell the process was happening faster. Her breasts became rounder and fuller, her waist narrower. That hated fat was all but gone. Cara felt strong in her usually lethargic limbs. What was once a soft, feeble lump of girl was becoming a toned, athletic woman. She could tell that her belly was gone, leaving a sexy, flat stomach. Her familiar rear flab disappeared into a firm, round backside. Her legs began to ache slightly and she knew she was getting taller. Her hips flared out and her waist got even smaller. The hourglass figure she had always dreamt of was finally hers. �How much farther can this go?� she wondered.
She willed herself to concentrate harder and tensed her abs. Dutifully obeying, her breasts surged outward, a wonderful new heaviness sitting atop her torso. More feminine muscle packed itself onto her womanly frame. She felt stronger than she had ever imagined, even powerful. Another inch of height, another inch of bust. Her breasts had now grown large enough to press against each other without the assistance of a bra. Cara finally opened her eyes and took in the changes. �My god�� she mouthed. She could hardly believe the image that appeared in the mirror. Attractive was a word that fell laughably short. Starting from a formless nothing, she had surpassed what would normally be considered gorgeous and had achieved a downright supernatural feminine beauty. And she was horny. She looked herself in the eye and smiled. Now she could have anyone she wanted.