The Sexual (Mis)Adventures of Danielle (Futa/Female, Growth, Hyper)

Story by Tosaku No Kishi

And Danielle's story is done. Maybe there's an epilogue or something in the future, but for the meantime, this story has drawn to a close. A new ongoing has already started on my patreon and will be available to you lovely people early next month. Thank you for the support, monetary or otherwise.

The mall was swamped, flooded by families doing their last minute back to school shopping, the new school year just around the corner, and already it dragged the life from the children, who whinged and moaned about going back. Many claimed they still had things to do, but their parents knew better. Most of the summer was spent playing video games or going out with friends. Nothing productive like practicing a skill.

Though Danielle couldn’t judge. She had spent the past two months on her computer, playing any horror game that caught her attention, or talking with her friends on the phone, since they went away for the summer. Several people had invited her to parties or to just hang out, most were strangers, people who saw her walking down the street and decided she was their friend. America was a strange place indeed.

Even after living there for six years, she was caught off-guard by some of their attitudes. The noise, for one. Strolling through the mall, she was bombarded by the shouts and unfettered conversations of passers-by, and more than a few whistles aimed in her direction. Did they think she was a dog?

Impossible. She walked on two legs, just like everyone else, spoke English – though some words still gave her trouble – and ate with cutlery. Maybe they were visually impaired, she thought and headed into a clothes store, the reason for her outing that day. The pocket and crotch of her jeans bulged with her wallet, full to bursting with her birthday money, most of which would fall today for a valiant cause, and her unusual endowment.

Her shirts were all too tight now, as were her bras. Her pants and skirts were snug, but not uncomfortable, though she doubted it would last. Last week, following her birthday, her body decided a growth spurt was in order. Danielle kept her breaths short and shallow, afraid for her shirts integrity.

The store was massive. Racks upon racks of clothes lined the floor, with the walls sporting even more options, though she doubted most would suit her. Unlike the Americans around her, Danielle had a tall, svelte frame that overflowed with her curves. It made shopping difficult, finding the right clothes that fit over her sleek shoulders, but wouldn’t constrict or tear around her bosom. Bras were even worse.

Danielle decided against searching for anything herself and approached an employee.

“Hi. Could you help me?” Danielle asked. The employee turned, head tilted down as she checked a shirt’s condition.

“Certainly,” they looked up now. Her name tag, attached to a purple vest over her fashionable dress shirt, read ‘Joan’. Joan’s eyes travelled across Danielle’s body, head to toe, and she gulped, then recovered, “What’re you after?”

“Well,” Danielle thought for a moment, making sure she had the words correct before she spoke, “I need a new bra. And a measurement. Also some shirts and pants.”

“Okay, there’s a changing room over there,” Joan gestured to a set of doors a few feet away, “I’ll be right back to take your measurements.” Her voice lost its power on the final word and her cheeks were flushed. The store wasn’t hot, it was quite cool in fact, but Danielle guessed the summer heat was taking its toll on the woman. She smiled and thanked her, then headed into the changing rooms, where she stripped.

A deep sigh escaped her lips as she unclipped her bra. The band size was perfect, but the cups suffocated and smothered her breasts, like a bear hug from a bodybuilder limited to her chest. She tucked a lock behind her ear and glanced to the mirror. It wasn’t simply that her clothes felt tighter, the changes in her shape were visible from just a few days ago.

From the way her boobs teetered at the bottom of her ribs, to the flare of her hips. Even her penis was bigger than when she last checked. Her underwear strained against its size, the crotch pulled taut and the band was forced away from her waist to let her glimpse the base. She slid them off with another sigh. Her phallus slapped against her thighs as it tumbled into freedom.

“Sorry for the wait,” Joan said, entering the room, “Oh my god…”

“Hmm?” Danielle turned to face her. The woman’s face was slack, her lips parted as harsh breaths rasped between them, and her eyes were locked down. Danielle shrugged, “Thanks. I really need to get a better bra.”

“I’d bet,” Joan murmured and shook

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