Always listen to mommy

Here is a new story I wrote and will be exclusively available for silver tier patrons and above. Seeming that most votes counted for growing in the tag poll this story will mainly focus around growing. It's about a woman who grows to gigantic proportions when she's angry.

I usually write about normal-sized women shrinking people and cities down. This is my first try with a growing story. I hope you like it.

It was enjoyable to write. 

For the Gold members, I will add a plot poll so you can have a say in what happens next in the upcoming chapter.

Happy reading and I hope you'll enjoy it!

Many thanks for your support all!!!!!

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Each step of the ancient oaken staircase produced his own creaking chord as Casandra gamboled her cuddly feet upon them, making her way downstairs towards the kitchen.

Today was a fantastic day for Casandra, for she would finally be able to kick-start her dragged career as a freelance HR consultant.

Until a few years ago, things went well for her in nearly all aspects of life. She was the proud mother of two youngsters, had a successful career in the human resource consultancy, and, despite her age of 33, was still hot as a sizzling stovetop. This firm foundation was then rocked violently during an unfortunate event on a gray and rainy Sunday morning a couple of years ago.

Her son, Ricki, a lazy young lad of 14 years old with more flesh upon his bones than was generally considered healthy, decided to act sloppy again during his cleaning duty after devouring an extensive breakfast of milk, eggs and thick, fat slices of bacon clotted with mayonnaise.

Slumping his jacket on, Ricki shouted good-bye to his mom and stormed outside through the front door, leaving the kitchen in a state that would even shock a pig-breeding shepherd.

Cassandra was well known and praised for her reserved and analytic character, a trait she was secretly proud of. It allowed her to see the whole picture of things in life and prevented her from bashing into impetuous actions. This was a total turn around on the morning Cassandra rubbed the sleep from her eyes after her pink fluffy slippers had shuffled their way towards the kitchen and she was greeted by the panoramic sight of her freshly smudged kitchen counter.

The surge of anger she felt at that moment felt so otherworldly to her, like some diabolical alien injected it in her veins as an experiment to see if it would shatter the inhibitions of the superego.

She was hugely embarrassed afterward, but Cassandra could not deny she felt a deep irresistible urge to harm her own son at that moment for the first time in her life. And that was just the least shocking revelation she experienced that day.

The occurrence which followed after this emotional rocket-boost was something Cassandra could never imagine in even the quirkiest scene of her dreams.

Steaming like a volcano which was about to erupt, Cassandra's anger was put on a side-track when her garment started to feel like one big corset, wringing tightly around her body like a predatory anaconda. Then it clicked to her. There was nothing amiss with her clothes. It was she who was growing!

Gritting her teeth due to the tight pressure, Cassandra gave a moan of relief when first her shirt, then her pants, and even her slippers started to rip open. Each piece of cloth was brutally torn apart by the sheer force of her rapidly expanding body. Only her underwear was still clinging desperately around her growing body, merely connected by a few strands of fabric until they snapped apart when another growth spurt injected her body.

She reached the height of roughly seven feet on that day. Luckily for her, Cassandra shrunk back to her former size after a few hours or so. It started to happen more often after that and more exponential, too, with Cassandra's expanding body surpassing the height of lampposts and some trees even.

Cassandra soon realized that these unexpected growth bursts seemed somehow connected with her emotional state. She started to grow when she became angry about something. It was only a matter of a short time before the whole town became familiar with Cassandra's inexplicable body state. After all, it was hard to overlook a gigantic blond woman standing in the middle of a crowded street, especially if she was butt naked and incredibly attractive to look at, with positively huge headlights that were impossible to ignore.

Her career went downhill from there. No client wanted to be associated with the freakishly huge woman, no matter how beautiful or capable she was at her job as an HR consultant.

She was at her wits end, when on one day, help reached out to her from an unexpected corner. Cassandra became the pupil of Zhao Lee, a former zen monk who taught her the refined ways of anger management. She'd made rapid advances and managed to prevent emotional outbursts for almost two years. People around town slowly started to forget about her freakish nature. Small clients even dared to call her number once more. Business began to flourish as increasingly more influential clients were heard again on the other side of the line when she picked up her phone.

Inkman Steel was a relatively new company but was already more than a tiny blip on every significant firm's radar on the steel market. They were unique, refreshing, innovative, and brilliantly adaptive in this rapidly changing environment.

Cassandra was personally contacted by the company's owner a couple of days ago. They were ready to expand and were subsequently busy recruiting new and capable staff to fill in the new vacancies. They needed her role as an advisor on the administration of human resource policies and procedures.

Cassandra would have a meeting this morning with two board members of the company. If things turned out the way she hoped, Cassandra would have her life back on track again.

Nothing would come between her and this assignment. She would make sure of that. She felt fully confident and sexy, unstoppable, and ready to awestruck anyone who needed to be convinced of her marvelous capabilities.

She felt certain this would become a wonderful day ─then she took a glance into the kitchen.

"Oh, my…" Cassandra gasped, dropping her phone while she was busy texting. Her intense mental training with Zhao Lee enabled Cassandra to intercept the surge of anger churning through her veins before it could grow out to monstrous proportions.

She closed her eyes and breathed deep ─ in and out ─ as she tried to maintain the calmness of her mind. Exhaling long and loud, Cassandra visualized all anger leaving her body while it surfed on her breath. She'd managed to dispose of countless gallons of anger, but more waves were still surging within her body, rapidly expanding to massive breakers until her last line of defense got washed away by a tsunami of rage.

Only one thing mattered now ─ she wanted to scold her son for leaving such a mess on this crucial day.

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Tab; The point of Ricki's foot collided against the chair leg.

"W-will you cut that out, p-please? It interferes with my concentration."

"I could," Ricki answered with the nonchalance of a loan agent conversing with some pauper begging for scraps to fulfill his lifelong dream.

He glared at Earl, his four-eyed classmate suffering from childhood-onset fluency disorder, sitting at the table in front of him in the classroom.

"but what about my pent-up emotions, hmm? Or you rather prefer I kick your ass after class. We can arrange that."

Earl eyed him, checking him backward over his shoulder like he was seriously contemplating the options Ricki just laid out for him. Then his head spun back to his natural position and the frantic scratches were heard again when his pencil continued to work on his essay.

Earl remained silent when Ricki's foot resumed his slinging visit to his chair leg again.

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"Jerk." Ricki's eyes shot to the side and met with the shimmering azure eyes of Stephie, his secret crush, giving him a look of disapproval before bending over her essay again.

"What? I'm just playing here." Ricki chuckled. He did cease his harassing attempts, though.

"Seven minutes, class. I want to see all pencils tidy placed upon the table when the bell goes off." Miss Kamaker, his teacher, ambled through the classroom, checking here and there, table to table.

"What. The fuck. Is that?" All eyes in the classroom aimed their sights to where one of Ricki's classmates was pointing at through the window.

"Oh, m-my God. She looks like… i-is that your m-mother, Ricki?" Earl brought out.

The whole school gaped at the horizon, slack-jawed, to the spectacle that was slowly dooming up. An enormous blond woman, butt-naked with a gorgeous hourglass figure and a bosom that would put any pornstar to shame, came striding up to them.

"She's huge!" A girl called out.

"She looks angry." Another voice spoke with a quivering voice.

Ricki flinched as he saw his mother flipping cars over like dinky toys who had the audacity to cross her path.

"RICKIIIIIIII!!!!!!" his mother's powerful voice carried for miles, echoing with ease all the way to the far outskirts of the city.