It was just your typical average day here in Pine Glen. After a tedious time of working in my flower garden, I decided to get cleaned up before my date. Where are my manners today? I'm Angela Fisher, but you may call me Angie.
I was filthy, from head to toe, but especially underneath my nails. Just as I had the water going in the tub, a newsflash came on over the radio. Seemed a government tanker truck had tipped over and its contents were flooding into the sewer. They said nothing serious was in the truck but as a precaution, to boil all water before drinking it. Bathing or watering plants would be all right.
I turned back to my shower, the steam rising as the hot water met the cool air. I looked for anything out of the ordinary, but seeing nothing, I stepped in. Oh the water was so nice! Just the feeling of the soap bubbles flowing down my body and taking the dirt with it. Now, I know I'm not a beauty queen or some endowed model, but I think I look perfectly fine, thank you. It'd be hard to see it with all the soap on me, but my perky 34 B breasts are capped with just the most petite areolae. My pubic hair trimmed very neatly, almost into an arrowhead shape pointing the way for my men. Some guys just like me because I'm a slim but stunning brunette.
As I finished scrubbing down, I realized I didn't wash my hair yet. I had just run out of my favorite shampoo and had to buy some new kind they were just putting on the shelves. Odd, I never heard of a company called Growmore before. I read the instructions and hype on the bottle carefully. Hmm, do not leave on longer than 10 minutes. Lather and rinse, do not allow any into the eyes. Do not expose to radioactive items such as microwave ovens. Only heat this product by boiling. That was weird, but I guess someone tried to nuke the stuff and it scalded them. This product is for oily hair: to make it fuller and bouncier. Do not expose to fatty skin as product may cause oily build-ups.
Strange, but after opening the lid, I took a sniff. It smelled just like a field of ripe strawberries! One of my most favorite scents! I took a large glob of it and lathered it into my hair. As I was rubbing it, I heard the radio once more crackle with a newsflash. It seems the tanker truck had been carrying a small trace of radioactive waste, which was now in our water system. At first it didn't connect, but a weighing down feeling made me panic! The shampoo and now the water! My hair began to get very full and was growing downwards at a high rate of speed. I was 5 foot 7, but my hair was soon to the floor and still billowing. As my front bangs hit my chest, another sense of pressure hit me.
Fear gripped me as my eyes slowly glanced downwards. My breasts, which had always been their perky size, were surging. They billowed out nearly 9 inches in front of me before they started to sag down and kept going out. After only five minutes, they were the size of beach balls and not stopping. They were so heavy but felt so pleasurable that I couldn't keep a clear head. I'd have to figure a way out of this mess later, but for now, just so the shampoo didn't stay on my head too long, I grabbed the shower hose and washed it off. Almost immediately, my hair and breasts stopped growing, but a little too late. My hair had grown out the door and into another room. I was able to grab a strand and measure it. I wonder how much shampoo it'll take now that my hair was 15 feet long! My breasts were well beyond the huge stage. My date had some pictures he left on my computer last time he was here. I had to sit sideways to the keyboard to be able to see the keys and type. I accessed my video viewer and the picture of someone called Vicki Little. As her picture formed on my computer screen, I chuckled. I was easily three times bigger than she was.
I turned off my computer and dragged myself and my breasts to the couch. Picking up the phone, I dialed the number on the shampoo bottle for complaints, comments or questions. It came back with a recording that the company had went out of business 10 years ago. The shampoo was recalled, but I guess the store missed a case. I called up the store to see if they could pull it off their shelves, but every bottle was sold. I guess there'll be a lot of women my size or larger if they left it on, in a short time. By now, I was coming to terms with what I now was: Every breast-man's wet dream. I lay on my couch, reclined and naked, loving the feeling of expectancy. I had unlocked my front door, waiting for my date to come in to see his surprise.