The die was a pink 3.
Gracie pouted at such a small number but then realized that the room saw remarkably larger than she remembered it being.
Her nightgown was looser and she noticed her boobs were smaller.
She saw that everyone was looking sympathetic and Gracie didn't like that sign.
She shrank and shrank until she was a toddler that was barely able to walk.
She sat down and cried, looking mighty depressed as well.
Betty handed her the die and motioned her to throw it.
Gracie lightly tossed the die and it read 18.
Gracie giggled happily and clapped her hands. She slowly grew and grew.
When she was about 8, she put her arms in the nightgown's sleeves.
She also put her panties up.
She was about 14 when her boobs were normal.
She sighed with satisfaction. But looked down and saw she was still growing.
Her tits were erect and her panties were growing tight.
She put 2 fingers and stuck them in her pussy. She moaned with happiness and repeated the process.
Her boobs were nice and big.
Even though she was satisfied with 18, she wanted more.
She picked up the die and chunked it.
It read...