The growth accelerates

Rachel didn’t come out of the shower for nearly half an hour.

I stayed in bed the whole time, eyes on the ceiling, thoughts racing. There was no panic in my chest. Just a strange, heavy curiosity. A tension that wrapped around me and wouldn’t let go. I couldn’t stop seeing it—her, the way she looked at her body in the mirror. The calm confidence. That new piece of her… how she touched it like it was just another part of who she was.

When she finally stepped out of the bathroom, the steam rolled into the bedroom with her. She was wrapped in a towel, her blonde hair damp against her shoulders. She looked at me, her lips quirking into a smile.

“I still feel amazing,” she said softly.

I sat up. “You… still have it?”

Rachel nodded. “A little bigger, I think. It’s growing, Mikey.”

The way she said it—it wasn’t panicked. It was fascinated.

She let the towel drop.

Her body was stunning. Still feminine, still toned, but subtly more powerful. Her thighs were firmer. Her waist narrower. Her ass sat higher, tighter. And between her legs… it was definitely bigger. Still small, but there. Soft, but shifting with her movement.

I swallowed.

Rachel walked to the dresser, pulling on a pair of black panties that barely contained her new addition, then one of my loose tees. She looked at herself in the mirror, eyes locked on her reflection.

“I don’t feel weird about it,” she said, turning to me. “I feel… excited. Like something inside me is finally unlocking.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded.

We spent most of the day together. She stayed in that oversized shirt, skipping pants altogether, her bare legs stretched over my lap on the couch. I couldn’t help but notice the way she kept shifting her hips, like she was getting used to new sensations.

At one point, she stood to grab a drink and I froze.

She was definitely taller.

Only an inch, maybe two. But noticeable.

“You’re growing,” I said softly.

She looked over her shoulder, glass in hand. “I know.”

That night, she fell asleep first. I watched her chest rise and fall, my hand resting on her hip.

The shape of her was changing.

And so was I.