The Trial, Day 5: The End of the Grow

As Jane shuffled into her apartment, she shut the door behind her, taking a moment to breathe. She was exhausted - physically, emotionally, and now, mentally. The trial, which had once seemed like a fun, curious experiment, had transformed into an overwhelming experience. She stood in the entryway, feeling the weight of her ass pulling her down, not just physically, but mentally too.

Her leggings from the gym only covered her calves now, the rest hanging only thanks to the waistband. Her coat, which reached down to almost the bottom of her cheeks, didn’t cover her front. Her thighs were exposed to the world. In fact, the whole outfit was a lost cause.

Jane dropped her gym bag by the door and walked straight to the bathroom mirror. She avoided looking at her reflection for a second, but then slowly turned her head toward the glass. What she saw made her heart race.

Her butt had grown again. It wasn’t just bigger -  it was practically… perfect. Round, smooth, and firm, like it had been sculpted to a level of ridiculousness that even Instagram models would envy. She felt a sudden flush of heat spread across her face. Part of her was horrified, but another part - something deeper, something she hadn't admitted to herself - was excited. Thrilled, even.

"Okay, okay," she said aloud to no one in particular, running a hand through her hair. "This is insane. This is... so not normal."

She backed up slightly, taking in the full scope of herself. Her cheeks jutted out dramatically, their firmness almost comical. She couldn’t even turn sideways without worrying that they might get stuck in the doorframe. The longer she stared at them, the more she couldn’t deny it: she was enjoying the view.

She turned away from the mirror, but instead of reaching for more clothes or rushing to find something to contain herself, she paused. She walked slowly to the couch and sank into the cushions, her ass pressing out around her like they had a presence all their own. She exhaled and leaned back.

And it was still growing.

It was subtle at first - just a gentle, steady swell - but she could feel it. The warm, tingling pressure as they filled out further, as though responding to her attention. And strangely… she didn’t mind.

Instead of panicking, Jane stood up, took off her remaining clothes and stretched, arms wide for balance, and started to move.

At first, she just bent forward, feeling the roundness of her butt get firmer as the muscles stretched over the bend.

She flowed into a modified standing forward fold, her body shifting with each breath as her ass slowly swelled. Downward dog was clumsy, her arms trembling slightly as she adjusted for the new weight. Her cheeks jiggled atop her, wobbling from side-to-side, threatening to throw her off balance as they grew. She laughed, not because it was funny, but because it was so absurd she didn’t know what else to do.

Warrior poses became side stretches, then full balances. Tree pose nearly toppled her, and she had to widen her stance and plant her foot on the floor instead of her inner thigh.

“You’re not exactly yoga-friendly,” she muttered with a grin, pausing to catch her breath.

Finally, she stood up and sighed. She was surprised at how quickly her short yoga session had aroused her. Her butt pushed out beneath her like two oversized pillows, their presence comforting and surreal all at once. The tingling sensation returned, stronger now. She exhaled and rested.

But this time… the growth didn’t ease.

It intensified.

She felt her pulse quicken as the pressure ramped up - no longer warm and relaxing, but insistent, almost aggressive. Her breathing hitched. Her face flushed and she felt her pussy get slick, a drop running down her inner thigh. The floor underneath her creaked faintly as her weight shifted. She stood upright, trying to shift her posture, but her ass had grown so large it slowed her movement. 

“Okay - okay, that feels… that feels good…” she muttered, gripping the sides of her ass with both hands. “Seriously, that’s enough.”

Still, they swelled.

“Oh fffuck..” she moaned.

She stood up, wobbling under the weight. Her balance was gone. Her focus was on her body - on the growth that wouldn’t stop. She pressed her palms against the sides of her butt as if she could hold them in place, slow them down.

“Oh god I’m so close-” She groaned, eyes squeezing shut and pushing her knees together.

She came hard, the sensation in her ass roaring to a climax just as she was. For nearly a minute she stood there, the orgasm rocking her body, multiplied by how big her ass had grown.

Panting heavily, she started to recover. After a moment, she realised something. The growing had stopped.

The pressure had vanished like someone flipping a switch. Just an instant and heavy silence, as though her body had decided, that it had reached the limit.

Jane stood frozen in the middle of her living room, heart racing, breath short. The silence was louder than the growth had been.

“I think…” she said, voice shaky, “It’s stopped.”

But her laugh didn’t come this time.

She looked down at herself - at the sheer size, the impossible proportions, the surreal weight of her new reality - and the grin she’d worn earlier was gone. In its place was a hard knot of realization forming in her gut.

She wasn’t just different.

She was dramatically different.

"How am I even supposed to go outside like this?" she whispered. "What am I gonna wear? I can’t just walk into a Target and pick up a size… whatever-this-is."

Her mind started spinning - clothes, sure, but also money. She’d need custom outfits, maybe tailored pieces. And that wasn’t cheap. Was she supposed to just buy an entirely new wardrobe now?

And what about people?

Strangers would stare. Of course they would. She’d become a spectacle without meaning to. And friends? Family? What was she supposed to tell them? That she had a moment of curiosity, injected herself with something experimental, and now she could barely fit through her own doorway?

Her lips parted like she might say something more, but no words came. Just a long, anxious breath.

Then - buzz.

Her phone lit up on the floor where it had fallen off the couch. She leaned down with effort and picked it up.

Reminder: Follow-up with Dr. Matthew  -  Tomorrow, 9:00 AM

Jane stared at the screen.

A beat of silence.

Then, finally, a soft laugh escaped her lips. “Well. At least someone might have answers.”