Dress Code

Thanks to my friend Number1928 for the background story:

It was a tight fit, first her boobs and then her ass made the doorframe groan as it pressed against it, yet she managed. She had grown again of course, that shouldn’t come to anyone’s surprise, the rate of growth however was concerning.

Just a few months back she was a tall girl, now she was a towering giantess. Each of her little movements shook the room, cracks appearing on the pavement as it couldn’t handle her weight. The room itself was uncomfortably small now, how much until she wouldn’t fit anymore?

“Sorry guys… big girls need their space.” she giggled as she casually tossed the school benches to the side, she could lift them without effort even when the students were sitting on them!

She then looked at her own chair and sighed, was she really going to sit on it? There weren’t many other choices besides sitting on the floor, and the floor always felt so cold under her ass, so chair it was.

As she sat down the poor piece of furniture started to groan, even if it was reinforced just for her, it was now struggling for its life: the metal was starting to bend, the floor cracked under the weight.

“This will do for now…” Carrie said, trying her best to sit comfortably, though that wasn’t possible since only one of her ass cheeks could fit on the chair.

A few minutes later the teacher arrived, Mr. Johnson. Carrie rolled her eyes; he was such a pain in the ass! Maybe he had some sort of inferiority complex, mostly because he was so, so short. To Carrie everyone was short, but he was tiny!

“Ms. Russo!” he gasped in shock as he saw the giantess at the end of the room “Is that the way to present yourself to class?”

Carrie rolled her eyes again, was he for real? They had this discussion so many times before, he even contacted her mother and the principal. It all lead to nothing of course yet he insisted on doing this charade every time…

“I’m sorry teacher but I grew again! Nothing fits!” Carrie pouted.

It was true, she had ordered new clothes, but they would arrive only later in the week. And she was sure that she would grow in the meantime, making them tight as well. She also had to admit that this week the situation was particularly bad… there was no bra that fit, she wore one of the larger shirts she owned but even that barely covered her tits.

Shoes were a huge problem as well, the school’s dress code mandated she wore Mary Jane’s, however her original pair was so tiny by now that she struggled to fit a single toe! So, she opted for flip flops, they were worn, and the smell wasn’t the greatest, not to mention the straps felt tight as of late, still better than going barefoot though!

Finally, the biggest problem of all: her skirt. Usually, the female students had to wear a skirt that would at the least reach their knees, Carrie was currently wearing a white miniskirt that couldn’t have been more mini… it barely covered her upper thigh! And there was no way of containing her ass cheeks, as she walked to school she could feel the morning breeze brush against them… she wondered if the three car accidents she had witnessed this morning were because of her. No, that was silly, probably just a coincidence!

Mr. Johnson however wasn’t even thinking about all that. Carrie’s dress was wrong on so many levels it would take the whole lesson to point them all out. However, there was one clothing malfunction that was more pressing than all the others…

“Goodness Carrie, you’re practically in the nude! I’m sorry but that’s it, I can’t tolerate this no longer. Come with me young lady, I’m going to make sure this won’t happen again! A month-long suspension should do the trick!”

Carrie pouted but her expression quickly turned to a mischievous smile “And how are you going to take me to the principal exactly?”

“Well… I…”

“And what is a suspension gonna do? My clothes won’t magically grow, you know? The only thing growing here is me.” Carrie giggled, her excitement evident as her nether regions were moist and carried a characteristic musk.

“B-but…” Mr. Johnson began to stutter.

He didn’t know what to say. All the confidence and authority were gone in an instant, now he could clearly see just how outmatched he was: Carrie was enormous, even while sitting he was shorter than her knee! Her enormous feet, eerily close to him, were longer than his legs. She tapped her left foot, causing the whole room to shake.

“But what, Mr. Johnson?” Carrie giggled, playing with her hair.

“N-nothing… just follow the lesson… and don’t distract your classmates too much.”

“I’ll try.” Carrie said, spreading her legs even more. Perhaps school wasn’t as boring as she thought.