mastro5

Hey everyone! Let me just start by saying—today was supposed to be completely normal. No growth spurts, no awkward clothing mishaps, and definitely no new surprises from our bodies. Sophie and I have both settled into our new heights over the past few weeks—more or less—and we were cautiously optimistic that maybe, just maybe, we’d finally hit our peak (literally). So, what did we do to celebrate this newfound stability? We went ice skating. It was Sophie's idea, obviously. She thought it’d be hilarious to see two tall, gangly college girls attempt to glide gracefully across slippery ice without falling on our faces. Admittedly, it did sound fun, if slightly terrifying. Plus, it was definitely different from our usual routine, and honestly, we both needed a break from the endless cycle of dorm life and awkward clothing alterations. Little did we know, "awkward" was about to take on a whole new meaning. We arrived at the rink early, rented skates—awkwardly explaining that

Before the boys could even attempt a coherent response to Mina’s stunning new presence, another tremor rippled softly through the hallway outside, a subtle vibration announcing the approach of another giantess. Mina stepped casually to the side, grinning wickedly at the shocked faces before her, clearly enjoying every second of the suspense building in the classroom. The door creaked again, the reinforced hinges groaning in protest as it swung inward once more, and this time, framed in the doorway stood Tsuyu. Tsuyu had always carried herself with understated grace, quiet dignity, a calm power hidden beneath an unassuming demeanor—but the girl who entered the room now was something far beyond even that. She straightened her back slowly as she stepped forward, rising to her full height with effortless elegance, and the classroom collectively sucked in a stunned breath. Tsuyu had grown astonishingly during the break—her formerly slender build had filled out dramatically, her limbs

The first chill of the winter air clung to my skin as we stood outside the dorms, the snow crunching under our massive feet, our breath visible in thick, swirling clouds. The moment was bittersweet; we were all heading home for the holidays, back to our families, back to the lives we had left behind before U.A. had reshaped us, twisted us into something so much more... overwhelming. I tightened the scarf around my neck — a scarf that barely managed to wrap twice around my newly thickened frame — and glanced at the others. Momo, towering gracefully at nearly fourteen feet, exchanged a soft smile with me; Mina bounced slightly on the balls of her feet, her massive breasts jiggling under her thick coat, pulling amused looks from nearby students. Jirou hunched a little, her huge body wrapped awkwardly in a jacket that was far too small for her widened shoulders and massive bust, while Tsuyu simply stood in calm silence, the sheer length of her legs allowing her to peer over the heads of

A faint clicking sound: he had just taken a photo or a video. Rachel clenched her teeth, irritated by such audacity. Without thinking, she lifted a hand and pressed her palm against the window glass. With a sharp noise, the pane shattered under the pressure. The man jolted at the sight of the window exploding outward: shards of glass rained down onto the driveway. Before he could react any further, Rachel thrust her face through the open frame, revealing herself. The morning light hit her full in the face and partially exposed torso. Outside, the man stood frozen in shock: he found himself staring at the face of a giant woman peeking from inside the house. Rachel gave him a slow, merciless smile. Her pupils sparkled for an instant. From the street, the man distinctly heard the deep, guttural: “Boo.” Just that single syllable, almost playful, uttered by Rachel. It was too much: the impromptu snooper turned and fled, nearly stumbling, still clutching his phone. Dylan, who had

Rachel woke up with a start. The floor beneath her creaked (CRACK!) under the pressure of her body, making the walls of the room vibrate. It was still dark, but she didn't need light to understand what was happening: she had grown again, and significantly. Peter and Dylan, wrapped in blankets on the floor next to the destroyed bed, jolted at the dull noise and woke up abruptly. In the dim light, they glimpsed Rachel's silhouette towering more imposing than ever. The darkness didn’t stop her from moving: with her new super vision, she could clearly distinguish every detail around her. She tried to stand up — but immediately bumped her head against the ceiling. A frustrated growl escaped her lips: "Even lower... the house is suffocating me..." she muttered in a deep, slightly irritated voice. Carefully, she bent down to avoid smashing her head through the ceiling. With every movement she made, the walls and floors groaned loudly: SCRAAAACK, TRAAAAC! Chips of plaster rained from the

The first week after the incident was an exercise in self-control worthy of a Tibetan monk. At the office, every time my boss put pressure on me about an impossible deadline, or a colleague pissed me off with some sexist comment, I would inhale and exhale while counting to ten. I did it so often that someone actually thought I had started a pranayama course. Better that than having to explain why my eyes sometimes flashed green when I got angry at the jammed photocopier. And everything went smoothly until my first major case post-transfusion. I was in court, representing a local starlet in a classic gossip lawsuit: she was suing a blogger who claimed she had a sixth toe (not joking, welcome to LA). The courtroom was packed with journalists, onlookers, and showbiz folks there to support my client. The pressure was high. I was wearing my best suit (repurchased identical to the one I’d destroyed at the hospital) and doing my best to stay calm. Everything was going fine until the