Amy tugged at her tight blue jean shorts. She had worn them today to show off to the clerk. She liked them tight, so she could show off as much leg and ass as possible. But now she thought that was mistake. They were pinching her tightly, and felt like they were riding up her crack. She reached down to adjust them for the third time.
But this time they wouldn't loosen up. She looked down at her leg. Was it her imagination, or did it look longer and thicker? As she watched it seemed to grow before her eyes. She looked at her hands, and saw that they were growing too.
What's happening? she thought. It has to be Joan. She must have gotten to the fairy. But what in the world did she wish for? And what is she doing to me?
Amy jumped in the driver seat and started the car.
"Hey, wait! You still have some feed!" yelled the clerk, as he ran up to the driver window. He stared at her strangely, noting that she looked different somehow.
Amy's clothes creaked as she continued to grow. Her shorts were ripped open by her widening hips. "I'll get it later. Thanks," said Amy, as she sped away.
As she continued to grow, it became more difficult to drive. Her shoes squeezed her feet tightly, until her growing feet finally tore through her shoes. Her large feet had difficulty pressing just one pedal and she swerved off the road. Luckily, it was a country road, and there was no one else around. In the car, she quickly shot up in height. Her once baggy flannel shirt now hugged tightly against her enlarging breasts. The cuffs just reached her elbows, and her now bare midriff revealed a flat stomach. Her head struck the car roof painfully. She ducked out of the car, and slammed her fists on the roof in anger. The top of the car was now chest level. She estimated that she was now over eight feet tall. But she was no beanpole. She did not have thick muscles, but she had the hearty frame of a hard working corn fed country girl. She had thick thighs and biceps, but retained her soft feminine features.
Amy slammed her hands in anger on the car roof again, leaving a small dent. What was that fool Joan trying to do to her? Other than embarrassment, she didn't seem too bad off. She was tall, but she was still very beautiful. She walked over and lifted the large bags of feed out of the truck bed easily. She couldn't drive the car, but it wasn't a long walk back to the farm. And when she got there, her little sister was going to be severely punished. Her and her silly fairy friend.