The Morning After (Growth/TF stories)

[Lecher]

The Morning After
Season 1, Episode 1
“Movie Night”
by Lecher

We had plans to go to the movies on a Friday night, nothing really unusual for us. It was a warm day in June. I went to pick her up in my early 2003 Toyota Corolla…best I could afford as a broke college student living on my own and waiting tables on the weekends. She was living at home with her mom and commuting to the university near our town, while I was living on campus in a studio apartment thanks to a nice scholarship I earned for research in European folklore (go fig). There was no need to run anywhere or exile ourselves because every “incident” immediately led to what seemed like a reset button, and a normal life was just an alarm clock buzzer away.

I pulled to the curb and texted her that I was there. “K one min,” she responded.

After a few minutes she appeared at her door. I had to do a double take because of what she was wearing. She was in a short skirt that stopped about 3 inches above her knees, yellow, that flared out at the bottom but looked tight at the top. Made her ass look crazy, and she already had an ass to begin with. On top she wore a tight white tank top with thin shoulder straps. On her feet were minimalist flip flops that just comprised of a thin platform and a single strap that went across the top of the foot horizontally with a fake buckle on it, looking a little bit small as usual. They produced an audible slap-slap-slap as she walked. She had dyed her hair blonde with a streak of red in the front a couple of weeks ago after cutting it to shoulder length (more recent changes), and at 5’6 and 120 lbs, she could already turn heads. But it looked like she was going for some serious attention tonight. As she got closer to my car, I could see the nipples of her C cup breasts poking through her shirt. Was she not wearing a bra?

“Hey!” she said cheerfully as she got into the car.

“Hey,” I replied, my voice betraying a little bit of arousal. It had been a difficult week of witnessing this girl showing herself off.

I stared at her feet. She had her toes colored a metallic purple. I always thought she had the prettiest toes. I had to quench my arousal, though. It would only make things more complicated.

“You’re done up again and I’m here in jeans and a t-shirt. You trying to make me look bad all the time now?” I jibed at her.

Robyn giggled. “I told you, I’ve just wanted to look nice. If you can’t have a girlfriend, you might as well be seen with a hot girl, right?” she said, and as the words “hot girl” came out of her mouth she flirtatiously put her arm on my shoulder and drew her body near mine from the passenger’s seat, smiling the whole time.

She was joking about her mock attraction to me of course, this was just her personality. But she wasn’t joking about my not being able to have a girlfriend. This was always an imbalance in our special relationship. Neither of us were good candidates to have relationships, but the nature of our interaction was that I had to keep an eye on her. It would be tough explaining why to a girlfriend, especially since said girlfriend would never have memory of the incidents. Robyn had a couple of boyfriends, but after she transformed in one’s car while they were on the highway and remained lucid enough to witness him crash the car and smash his head on the steering wheel, she started keeping to herself. Yeah, that was an interesting night, seeing the monster on the news and having to run and try to get its attention so it would stomp me. This is why I just prefer to be near her when it happens.

“Yeah, or maybe you like teasing me because you can’t have a boyfriend,” I chided back.

“Only because I’d much rather smash you, honey,” she said as she pulled away from me and pulled some eyeliner out of her pocketbook to do some last minute adjustments.
She slipped her feet out of her shoes and scrunched her toes on the insole. She probably knew I was watching. We learned a lot about each other through this ordeal, and she learned early of my foot fetish. Though while she was always a flirtatious tease, her joke about smashing her boyfriends was something new. She usually took the predicament pretty seriously, but now she almost seemed like she was warming up to it.

“Yeah, lucky me,” I said, trying to go with the joke, “first blue-balls then death. What more could a guy ask for?”

Robyn stopped doing her eyeliner and looked at me with a playful air of offense, then hit me on my shoulder.

“See?” I said grinning. “You’re already trying.”

Deep down, her cavalier attitude disturbed me but I tried to forget about it and just enjoy our night. It had been about 3 months since her last incident. I never lost hope that the last time would be the actual last time.

We arrived at the theater which was just down the hill about 10 minutes away. There was no line, as the movie had been out for a week already. It was an R-rated horror movie about an actual monster in the closet. Terribly unoriginal, but it was Robyn’s choice and there was nothing else out. Little did I know, we wouldn’t even get to see the opening credits.
We paid for our tickets and went straight to the theater.

“No popcorn?” I asked. She usually gets popcorn.

“Nah. I’ll eat later,” she said.

We sat down, arriving in time for previews. The theater was still pretty full because the movie was hot, but not packed. We had people sitting behind us and in front of us, but we were able to leave seats open on either side. Robyn crossed her legs, the metallic shine of her pedicured toes catching the light- and my eye. After a minute, she crossed them again the other way. She seemed a bit restless, fidgety.

“You have to pee or something?” I said,

“No, silly,” she said nonchalantly.

The lights dimmed slightly as the first preview started, darker than full blast but still brighter than they’d be when the movie started. It was a romance movie starring Bradley Cooper.

“Unh, I love him,” she said, as a hand went up to twirl her hair a bit.

“Yeah, he’s cool. Funny, too,” I said.

“Shh!” someone shushed from behind us. Neither of us cared.

Robyn shifted in her seat slightly and uncrossed and crossed he legs again. I saw her bouncing her foot a bit and kicking out the leg that was crossed, causing the sandal to slap against her heel every other time. She had a hand on one of her tank top straps, gripping the thin piece of cloth with two fingers and running them up and down the strap slowly.

The next preview started. An action movie starring Channing Tatum. First a little bit of exposition, then a bunch of explosions and a very shirtless Channing saving some damsel.

The seat next to me creaked a bit.

“Oh…,” Robyn uttered quietly.

“Yeah, I know, beefy” I said, in a slight whisper so as not to disturb the people behind us again.

Another creak from Robyn’s chair.

“Mmm…” It was a breathy sound, a little louder, more high-pitched.

“Okay, relax, you can Google him later,” I whispered.

Another explosion on the screen concealed a louder creak from the chair.

“Oh God,” she said, now in her regular voice.

I finally looked over to her to see her eyes transfixed on the screen at first.

Then she suddenly uncrossed both her legs, putting both feet flat on the floor, and clutched my forearm with her hand.

“Billy…!” she half-screamed in a slightly higher pitch.

She looked straight at me, and with my eyes adjusted to the dim light I could see her pupils were fully dilated, obscuring her brown irises completely. Her nipples were poking through her thin shirt, so erect that I could make out every contour. She was breathing rapidly now. Her palm was moist against my arm, her fingers were locked firmly around my arm. I could definitely tell she was bigger. I could feel her thighs spilling into my seat.

She looked down at her feet. I followed her eyes down to see her toes hanging about an inch off the platform of her sandals with her heels hanging off the other sides. “Uhh,” she moaned as he extended all the toes of her left foot upward, as if she was trying to break that buckled strap that held her feet down. She extended and flexed, so that her toes came down over the base, then extended again. On the second extension, I heard a “Crack!” and the strap ripped from its base on one side, flapping back and forth a couple of times before it came to rest over her growing foot. “Ah!” Robyn screamed in surprise and what distinctly sounded like sexual ecstasy.

“Shh!” came the protest from the back again.

Robyn let go out my arm and balled both her hands into fists on top of her thighs. She began to turn her head to see who shushed us again, he monstrous rage now beginning to peak through, but her eyes were distracted down by her tightening tank top strap. She looked just in time to see it snap off and fly forward to limply hang over her expanding breasts. Unhh!” she moaned.

She had grown so large that I felt her thighs pressing against mine and straining the arm rest, causing it to bend and creak. Her knees had risen significantly. I heard another quick “Shrip!” and Robyn jerked her head in the other direction to look at the other strap which had just torn like cloth. “Ohhh...” she let out, from deep in her gut.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” came an agitated male voice from the back.

I could see the creature’s violent tendencies growing within Robyn sure enough as her frame was growing outwardly. She gripped both armrest firmly and stood up. “Uhhh…fuuuckk….,” she let out, more guttural, less formed than normal speech. Her canines had grown and the rest of her teeth were in the process of growing to form themselves into more canines. As she stood up, I saw her begin to foam at the mouth. She was definitely over 7 feet tall. On standing it was also apparent that her tiny skirt had ridden up while she was growing in her seat so that now it was around her waist and her black lacey panties were on display to the whole theater. She quickly turned to face me as well as the back of the theater. She was moving in a strange way, like she was thrusting her hips. She put both her hands to the side of her head and stared down at her crotch. “Oh…ah…ohhh….OH!” With each moan I heard little tears until the final one when I saw her panties tear away from her body completely and fall to the ground. As if taking a cue, one hand immediately dove down and begin flicking her clit back and forth. “Uhhhnn…uhhnnn…ahh,” she began moaning continually while growing more and more.

She had grown another foot when one of her breasts suddenly tore through her thing tank top , with the rip starting at the nipple and opening widely quickly to expose the whole breasts. “AHH!” she screamed. This made her fingers work even quicker at her clit. I was still sitting, awestruck, and her crotch was above my eye level. I saw something dripping down from it slowly, some of it going down her leg, some of it falling directly to the floor between her feet. I stared at the small collection of drops on the carpet, noticing one foot still ensheathed in that sandal. Her toes were fully hanging off the front and the big strap was thinned and conformed to the sides of her foot. Her toenail polish was all chipped. She stopped moaning and slowed her fingers when she saw me staring down at her fluids and toes. With a slow deliberate motion, she flexed her toes forcefully over the base of the sandal and ruptured the strap violently. “OHHH!” she cried out and started vigorously rubbing again. The dripping from her loins resumed, quicker this time, forming the smallest puddle on the carpet.

Her foot busing out of her sandal seemed to throw the transformation into overdrive. The rip over her breast had extended over the entire length of the shirt as she grew bigger until both her enlarged breasts were exposed. The tattered shirt shifted around her torso until it was only a small band of cloth covering her waist, just as her yellow skirt had bunched up into a small band over her hips.

She was now over 10 feet tall and virtually naked. This was when the other changes usually started. I was transfixed on what was happening. I need to mention that this was not typical of her transformations at all. Not only did she savor every moment and not exhibit a shred of fear, but she very clearly orgasmed during it, in front of everyone.
By now, people were screaming and running away, not sure of what to make of this scene. This was the only thing about this situation that I was used to. I stood up out of my seat so I could stay close to her, though now my head didn’t even reach her knee. This was about the time that the other changes began to happen.

I saw the tips of her toes now begin to shape into hardened claws as her feet lengthened and lifted her heels off the floor. “Urgggh!” she screamed, still high pitched, still orgasming, as the beginnings of her tail began to grow from her coccyx. I heard a sharp “Snap!” and saw the yellow cloth of her skirt rip away like a rubber band and hit some poor audience member in the back of the head as they were piling against the exit. “Ahhhhh!” Robyn screamed, now in a lower pitch, more angrily. The madness was taking over now. Her skin was quickly turning a dark red, the color of the monster, and the spiked horns were growing from her spine. “Raaagghh!” she let out again, closer to a roar this time, as she neared 20 feet. The remains of her shirt snapped away and fell to the floor beside me this time. She hardly noticed it now.

Her pussy had stopped dripping and she stopped fingering herself when her hands developed their claws. The creature was almost fully developed now, it would just keep growing until it finished. I saw it looming above me, still growing, mouth full of teeth, death in its eyes, angered by the screaming people around.

Its leg was twice the thickness of my body now. It had grown so big that its head was now bumping up against the theater ceiling, bringing debris down around all of us. The growth at this stage was quickened. She was gaining about a foot a second. I looked up at the monster, surprised it hadn’t shifted its feet at all like it usually does to send me flying into a wall, or crush me. I saw it raise its arms up and roar, a deafening and terrifying inhuman sound if I’d ever heard one. It tore away at the ceiling as it grew through it. The last thing I saw was a large beam falling right down on me as I looked up. Then blackness.

* * * * * * *

I woke up with a gasp, as if from a nightmare of drowning I couldn’t remember. I looked at my phone. It was 10:45AM. The calendar had advanced a day. The sun was shining through my windows.

I took a moment to replay the night before. I remembered it all in detail, as usual. I remembered Robyn’s outfit. I remember the preview. I remember her lustful cries as she transformed. I remembered her orgasms as it continued. Then, like a light being switched on, I at once put it all together. Her sudden exhibitionist streak, her flimsy clothes, the “near-miss” at the diner...she wanted it to happen. She wanted to become the monster. And she fucking loved it when she did.

Robyn and I were going to have a very lengthy discussion.