Bonus Story - Sundance Yoga

*Note* This story isn't typical of my work. It features slight giantess growth but that is not the focus of the story.

Lori Wyclef would’ve told anyone that a yoga class was the last thing she’d ever want to do. About five years ago she was in an awful car wreck that placed lasting damage on her spine, so whenever she thought of the silly, yet difficult poses that turned a person into a pretzel, it made her cringe. Sure, she met her fiancé at the crash site—he’d been a paramedic back then, so it wasn’t all bad. As she stood there in the mall, attempting to see through the frosted windows into Sundance Yoga, she thought this was probably a bad idea.

Just then the door opened and a girl walked out, dropped a wooden wedge on the floor and then used her bare toes to slide it beneath the door to prop it open. She was a pretty lady but the first thing Lori noticed was her round, pregnant belly beneath her t-shirt. She was wearing a light jacket as the mall was still chilly first thing in the morning. This lady was tiny—at least a foot shorter than Lori’s six-foot body, but she was pretty in an impish way. Her long, blond hair was tethered in a tight bun atop her head.

“Hi there,” she said as Lori stared on in deep thought. “Guess you’re coming in?”
 “Um . . . yeah, how’d you know?”

“You have a magic ticket.”

“Oh, this.” Lori had almost forgotten about it.

Two weeks ago the mail delivered an envelope that contained one ticket that read ‘Sundance Yoga: Beginners Class – All body types, all fitness levels welcome!’ She’d always had a passing interest in yoga but her previous injuries kept her wary. But, if she were in a group with women more like her, then perhaps it wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

“Right this way,” said the girl. “I’m your instructor. Call me Addy. It’s Adeline but that’s a mouthful.”

“Okay, Addy. I’m Lori.”

“Great. We’re about to get started. I think you’ll love this class. I only offer it once every six months but it’s . . . popular.”

Lori nodded, following her into the foyer. She looked down at Addy’s bare feet and could hear them slapping the tile with each step. When they were inside the studio with muted music in the next room, Addy kicked the wedge from the door and let it shut. Then, she turned the bolt and flipped the OPEN sign to CLOSED. Lori should’ve found that odd, but she was too bewitched by this lady and this place. And also the voices coming from the next room. Addy took her hand—it was warm—and gently led her through a partition of tacky purple beads.

Immediately to the left was a heaping pile of socks and shoes, all of the running and athletic variety. Lori pulled off her sneakers, unrolled her socks, and then placed them in the pile with all the rest.

On the other side, a collection of pretty women turned and warmly accepted her. This was the main studio area—a tall, clean room with floor-to-ceiling mirrors on one side, and a raised dais where Addy would be leading the routines.  On the other side of the wall hung several large paintings—interesting artwork to say the least. Most of them were torso shots of very hairy women, all nude, all in yoga poses. Lori knew little of how such classes worked, but the assembled ladies before her looked just as clueless.

There was a total of five girls already inside, all arranged in a square horseshoe so that they all faced the dais. Lori had seen similar studios before, although she assumed there’d be a much bigger group. Having only six girls plus an instructor put a lot of pressure on her. She wanted to disappear in the throng of a hundred girls. But no, she was to be in the middle of only five, as there was only a single empty yoga mat—back row, center.

“Hey, girl!” said a bubbly lady in the front row, to the right of the dais. Like Addy, she was also pregnant, yet she was a little taller—this was evident even with her legs crossed over. Her hair was bright red and pulled back in a braid. “I’m Samantha. And you are?”

“Lori,” she said, and dropped to her knees, slightly uncomfortable to be in the middle of so many ladies. Lori was a loner—her fiancé’s definition—so she didn’t have a lot of girlfriends. This class was probably going to be one of the most uncomfortable experiences of her life. Why didn’t she just leave? It was just a stupid free coupon, after all.

Another girl in the front row, this time to the left, had a mess of frizzy blond hair atop her head and a pointy chin . . . and was also pregnant. Lori didn’t think that was the theme of the class, but given Addy’s laid-back approach to novice yoga enthusiasts, it made sense that pregnant ladies would be drawn to it.

“Guess we’re the oddballs here,” said Lori, running hands down her front, careful to skip over her tender breasts, to her smooth stomach. She was talking to the bespectacled girl directly in front of her but she thought the humor was lost on her. She gave a tight-lipped grin but said nothing.

“That is Jennifer. She doesn’t talk much,” said the blond girl with frizzy curls. Lori detected a slight accent. French, perhaps? “I’m Chloe.” And then, Lori knew for sure.

“I’m just not happy to be in a yoga class on a Saturday morning,” she said in a haughty voice. Then, to Lori with a terse tone, “Pleasure to meet you.”

Addy let the girls get acquainted while she placed her iPhone in a speaker dock and then went to selecting incense for her burner. With the exception of Chloe and Jennifer, the other girls didn’t seem to know each other until now, having only arrived right before the always fashionably late Lori.

In addition to those girls, she met Eleanor to her left and Reese to her right. Both girls, like Lori, were in the non-pregnant club. Eleanor had a toothy, sweet grin and a mop of blond, almost white locks with purple streaks. Reese was a short girl, stretching on her mat and not even reaching the ends. She was probably a goth girl in high school with her red, almost burgundy hair and pale skin. Now, that fashion sense had retreated to dark eyeliner and a piercing on her nose.

“Okay, ladies,” said Addy once she’d shut the door and locked it. She sat next to the dais and lit the incense, a pretty zigzag of purple smoke rising into the air. She fanned it into her face, smiling by its lovely scent. Then, she turned back to the girls. “This is an area of relaxation and of bonding. Look to your sister to the left and then to the right. Once we are done with today’s class, you’ll know them more intimately than anyone in your life. Get ready for it.”

“That’s . . . intense,” said Jennifer, pushing her glasses up to the bridge of her nose. She turned around and faced Addy who was starting the music. Lori rolled her head to the side, crackling the bones in her neck, then waited for what came next . . .

“Alright, ladies, let’s start with an easy one that all those pregnant bellies can handle.” Addy started the soft, yet upbeat music. It set the mood perfectly, and coupled with the sweet, exotic scent of the burning incense, Lori felt her body begin to relax.

Addy led them into a pose she called the ‘cat’ which was simply all the ladies down on their hands and knees. Lori’s palms were flat on the mat and she looked forward—right into Jennifer’s plump, yet firm ass. The girl’s bare feet were up, the overhead lights glinting off her soles. The pregnant ladies still struggled in this pose, as gravity consistently pulled their bellies toward the floor.

“When you’re tired, go ahead and sit back on your haunches,” said Addy in a soft voice. “There’s no shame in being winded. Close your eyes, feel your body starting to respond like it never has before.”

Lori found her wording odd but she followed along, nonetheless. So far, it wasn’t much different from the classes she’d seen online. She closed her eyes, her sense of smell increasing. The incense had a very ‘clean’ scent, like fresh linen mingled with jasmine. It tickled her skin and once she’d rocked back onto her knees, eyes still closed, she scratched her nose, feeling the sensation spreading. It moved down to her chest, settling behind her breasts, and then it moved on down to her stomach and paused. After that, it continued to her feet where it ended at her toes, and there the sensation remained.

“Let’s try a different pose, ladies.”

When Lori opened her eyes, she saw Jennifer reaching back, her thumb rubbing against her sole. Did she also feel the strange tingling? To the left and right, all of the girls were reacting to the incense in similar ways—rubbing shoulders, clenching fingers, scratching faces, or massaging feet.

“Anyone else extra itchy?” asked Chloe. Lori almost missed her question because of the accent.

“I am,” Jennifer said. “I don’t care for it.” Lori stared at her feet and somehow . . . liking them. She didn’t fully understand that, but she didn’t fully understand a lot right now. It was such a weird sensation.

“Me too,” Reese said. “It’s worse in my feet.” She pulled her left foot up and rubbed her thumbs deep into the sole.

“You’ll get used to it,” said Addy. “You’ll embrace it. Just let them tingle. Now, everyone up! Let’s see if I can still do a full backbend!”

She stood in the middle of the dais, legs together, and put her arms in the air. When she was stretched, she started to slowly bend backwards, her protruding belly button now visible beneath her t-shirt. The other ladies followed, although Eleanor seemed to have the worst balance of them all. She staggered and came back to her mat, face a little red. Her eyes darted to the other girls to see if they’d watched her misstep. Lori kept her eyes forward.

After holding the pose for thirty seconds, the girls lowered their arms and relaxed, then rolled their shoulders forward. When Lori looked at Jennifer’s backside, she made an odd discovery. She was looking directly at her shoulders. At the beginning of the routines, Lori was eye level with the back of her head. She looked to the left and right for support, to have one of the other girls confirm that she wasn’t going crazy—but both Eleanor and Reese were also slightly taller. Neither seemed to notice, or perhaps they didn’t care.

What they did notice was Lori’s feet. More than once she caught both girls giving a sidelong stare to her mat. She crinkled her toes, giving them a show. With the way Lori was enamored with Jennifer’s feet . . . were these taller ladies feeling the same thing?

And Lori assumed it was the latter because the more she stood there and realized she was flanked by women who were at least half a foot taller than they were before class began, she started to feel as if it were normal. The tingling remained—no, the tingling grew more pronounced, but she didn’t care about that either. Her tense muscles relaxed, her breathing slowed, and as a slight, purple haze filled the room, she felt at peace.

“Let’s continue with some stretches. We want to get the most out of our bodies, yeah?” As everyone sat down, Lori peered past Jennifer and noticed that Addy had rolled up her pant legs and sleeves, revealing toned, milky skin beneath. She dragged her fingernails across her forearm to scratch, then gave herself another stretch. Her meaty soles were pointed out toward the class. Lori averted her gaze up to Addy’s eyes and found the woman smiling, and that’s when she knew she’d been staring at her feet.

Addy had the girls put their legs out straight, hands to their sides. Samantha, the girl to the right of Jennifer, snatched her shock of red hair back and twisted it into a knot. When Lori saw her hands, she thought there were tiny reddish whiskers along her knuckles but it was difficult to see. Nevertheless, the girls stretched their legs, their toes aiming down. Lori almost touched Jennifer’s back but that was because she was sitting at the back edge of her mat—because her feet were somehow reaching all the way to the other end.

The tingles continued. Lori could feel it the most down in her toes so she ran her hands down the length of her pants and noticed something peculiar—there was soft hair along her arms. It wasn’t long, just tiny random sprouts but enough to know it hadn’t been there before. She rubbed her palm across her forearm, the sensation sending a tingle right between her legs.

When she moved, she could feel something scratchy beneath her arms—she knew she’d taken the tag off this shirt before the class, but that wasn’t exactly how it felt—so she passed her fingers across and somehow, she’d missed a spot while shaving. There were tiny, coarse hairs in her pits. She twisted to see if anyone else was making a similar discovery but that only made her feel yet another strange sensation.

And with it, another change . . .

She waited for Addy to set the girls on a new routine of ground stretches before confirming what she already suspected. Her finger tugged at her waistband and pulled it out so she could look below—and there at her crotch was a thick tuft of hair. Lori, a proponent of the Brazilian, always kept herself well-groomed. But now she was sporting a tiny, soft bush. Arms, pits, and now pubes? What was happening?

“Go ahead,” said Addy up front. “Check out your bodies. I know you want to do it.” Lori wasn’t for sure if she was talking directly to her, but she took the opportunity, nonetheless.

“Holy hell!” blurted Eleanor. “I’m . . . hairy.” She pulled out her waistband as Lori had, only when she did it, she ripped it right down the middle. At first Lori assumed she’d grabbed too hard, but then noticed it was because Eleanor’s yoga pants were so taut that her legs were bursting out of the ends. Her feet looked so big spilling off the edge of the mat.

She stood and all eyes turned to face her because she was towering, her clothes barely fitting. Lori put hands to her face but it was quick lived because something in the air was calming her and making her accept it. She thought Eleanor was beautiful, and when the gargantuan girl bent low, grabbed the pants at her calves and ripped, it was even more apparent. Now, she was standing half nude, her t-shirt bunching up beneath the swell of her breasts. Like Lori, she was also sporting a bulbous bush between the legs.

The hair on her arms and beneath it had grown, but only a little. It was enough to stand at attention. Something was also happening to the hair on her head. The purple and white were both hanging halfway down her neck. Closer to her head was a dark auburn—her natural color. Eleanor’s hair was getting longer, the boxed colors moving down while brand new locks grew in from the scalp.

Looking around the room, Lori found a couple of other giantesses in the making. Jennifer was the most obvious, her yoga pants dipping below her whale-tail panties. And now Reese had joined the fun, her large feet inching away from the hemline of her pants. Lori was starting to feel increasingly smaller as the girls flanking her—and the one just in front of her—started to balloon up.

And it almost made her overlook her own changes . . .

She was a frizzy haired girl, not so much as Chloe (or as much as Chloe had been before the yoga class) but now her twisted locks were straight as an arrow. It was as if the product had been purged from her hair. What could make that happen? The music? The incense? The instructor? She didn’t know and she didn’t care. What she did care about was how it made her body radiant, how it made all of their bodies radiant.

Addy was positively glowing. While she wasn’t getting larger, her skin still had a slight sheen to it, sweat mingling with her natural beauty. Her shirt was rolled up, revealing her plump, rounded belly. As she rubbed a hand by it, Lori saw the coarse hair across her forearm and smiled. It made the tingling in her own body more intense because she was becoming aroused. There was something magical with this woman—with her perfect, round belly and the budding hair on her forearms.

The same could be said of Chloe and Samantha—both girls were sitting with their legs together, shirts pulled up to reveal their pregnant bellies. Lori thought they looked so beautiful, so peaceful. Their hair was starting to grow out longer, and given the way they shifted from side to side, she assumed their bushes were likewise puffy and rounded. She didn’t have to wonder long because both girls were running a hand between the legs, scratching and laughing. It was such a turn on for Lori, yet she still didn’t understand it. This whole experience was making her warm and filling her body with tingles—not just at her feet but between the legs. It was almost . . . erotic.

Suddenly, a feeling of calm and acceptance washed over Lori and she found herself facing Jennifer and blurting out, “Your feet look amazing!” It made the room go silent, but Lori wasn’t finished. She turned to Chloe and said, “Your body is fantastic. I’m so jealous of it.” And to Samantha, “Just like you, girl I love it! So sexy!”

She felt a moment of embarrassment but that simply started a compliment chain that started with Chloe telling Eleanor how much she liked her hair and ending with Reese telling Addy that her rounded belly was perfectly proportionate because she was an art student and knew a thing or two about symmetry.

She didn’t understand the pattern but it should’ve been clear had she paid enough attention—all of the girls were developing hair, their bodies naturalizing in a way that hers hadn’t been for many years. But only a few of them had also grown bigger. By now, Jennifer, Reese and Eleanor were at least nine feet tall and showing no signs of slowing down.

“Now, I would like to pair us up,” said Addy as if nothing had changed since the start of the class. Her own hair was now long and straight, cascading down to her lower back. It was so pretty—women were beautiful without so many damaging products. “I want you to all stand up. Please be careful. You may be a little dizzy.”

She was right, thought Lori, first noticing the increased tingles on her soles. The moment they were flat on the mat, she could feel them wash across her. But when she stood straight, her body felt light and agile. No more could she see Addy—Jennifer’s large body was now blocking it. Lori was staring right at her ass, the flesh visible through slivers of torn material.

Eleanor and Reese were like statues now, so tall and powerful. Both were well over Lori’s head, probably close to ten feet tall. She stared down at Eleanor’s feet and watched as they got bigger, slowly inching across the mat. The same thing was happening to Reese but neither girl seemed to mind. In fact, once they standing, they shredded what remained of their yoga clothes.

“Tell ya what, ladies. Let’s just finish getting undressed. No secrets here!” Addy was growing bubbly as she danced around on her dais. Her large belly was shaking each time she got on her tiptoes. But she finished removing her clothes, her body positively glowing under the low-hanging lights. The rest of the girls followed suit, and even though Lori normally had intimacy issues, especially where her body was concerned, she did the same. The girls didn’t so much as remove their clothes as much as they ripped them. Those were of the larger persuasion found it impossible to simply take them off. The studio’s music was temporarily overshadowed by a cacophony of ripping.

When Lori was naked, she felt free.

“How do we feel, girls?” asked Addy.

Reese, who’d been mostly quiet, answered first. “I feel like my skin is stretching. Like someone ran over me with a steamroller.” That made the other girls laugh, to which Reese’s face turned dark.

“No, no, it’s okay,” offered Samantha, turning around and putting a hand against the big lady’s stomach. “I know what you mean . . .sort of.” While not nearly as big as Reese, Samantha’s body had likewise changed. Lori noticed that she was an actual redhead—no box color for her. The longer the hair grew, more vibrant, fiery red that was added. She was a beautiful girl, for sure.

“My feet are on fire, but it’s a good thing,” said Chloe, wiggling her toes. “I kind of like it.”

“Yeah, me too,” added Jennifer. “But I’m not noticing the feet so much as the hair! I mean, look at me! I’m full beast mode now!”

This made the other girls laugh. Lori never felt so relaxed before.

“I can feel Alexandre kicking,” said Chloe, putting a hand across her stomach. “Feel, feel!” And then the girls closed around her, Addy included. Several hands touched her stomach, some normal-sized, others quite large. Chloe welcomed the attention and put her own hands atop theirs.

Addy let the girls have a break. They moved off their mats for the first time and Lori noticed that the bigger ones left footprints in their thick mats for a few minutes afterward. She stepped up to Jennifer’s mat and put her own feet within the large prints made by the giantess. It was comical to see how hers were dwarfed in the fading imprint, yet it caused a stirring between the legs. Addy waited by the dais, watching the girls in all their naked glory.

Lori approached the mirror and examined her body, down to every last imperfection. She was going to hit the big four-oh in a couple of years but she thought she’d held up surprisingly well. There was something about the latest changes that made her feel more in tune with her body. The hair felt nice beneath her fingers as she rubbed it, and she couldn’t believe how much she enjoyed the softness of her bush. Tapping it with her palm sent warm little tingles throughout her whole body.

Once more she was flanked by a pair of giant ladies—Eleanor and Reese—who were examining their own bodies in the mirror. They may not have been pregnant, but their breasts had certainly swelled. Eleanor put her back to the mirror, then lifted her foot and pressed it against the glass. When she moved away, a large, sweaty footprint remained. Lori couldn’t believe the size of these girls . . .

“Alright ladies, back to the mats, please.”

The girls filed into place and Lori couldn’t help but feel aroused by such beauty—and depending on the girl—such stature.

“Now, how about the front row turn to face the girl behind you,” said Addy.

Jennifer whirled around, now without her glasses because there’s no way those could fit. Lori gazed up at her smooth stomach, her large breasts and erect nipples, and then to her beautiful, exotic face. The stoicism she’d had earlier was wearing thin, as Lori could see how much her posture had relaxed. But of all these things, the most notable part was her large bush swelling out just above her sweet spot. This was probably the most attractive woman she’d ever seen, and it was a little intimidating.

“This feels . . . incredible,” said Jennifer, stretching out her arms to the left and right above both the smaller girls’ heads. She curled her hands into fists and flexed her biceps, then broke down in laughter. “C’mere, you.”

“Easy, big girl.”

It caught Lori by surprise when she put hands on her shoulders, especially since Chloe had dubbed Jennifer as the girl who didn’t talk much. But Lori was past caring and she let herself be dragged forward until Lori was on her tip toes and Jennifer was braced in a half-squat. Then, she started to lick, feeling the wetness of the bigger girl’s sweet spot. Jennifer nearly collapsed and Lori could feel her bush above her head, could feel the giantess’s fingers in her hair. What was happening? She didn’t know, but she loved it, nonetheless.

“You love it, don’t you? My touch?” said Jennifer.

“I do . . .,” Lori answered, barely above a whisper.

“I’m going to eat you in just a bit. Would you like that?”

“Oh, God, yes!” she said, trying to contain her excitement and failing.

The other girls were moaning, not just Jennifer and Lori. When she turned her head to the side, she saw Chloe and Eleanor in a similar coupling but that sight was short-lived. Jennifer put a hand on her head and pushed her back to work. By now, her whole face was drenched from the giantess’s wetness. Her legs were shaky, so she latched onto t the giantess’s thighs to help steady herself.

The big lady was getting shaky also, and just before she had a glorious orgasm, she put her hands on Lori’s shoulders and pushed the girl away. The smaller woman wondered if something were wrong, if she weren’t doing it the right way—it had been a few years since she’d been with a woman, after all—but that wasn’t the case. Jennifer was pushing her down onto her mat the same way Eleanor had pushed down Chloe and how Reese had pushed down Samantha. Lori allowed herself to be moved, feeling the tingles sweep across her again.

“Your breasts are so nice,” said Jennifer, cupping them in her large hands. Lori winced and smiled.

“Thanks, they’re a little tender right now.”

Jennifer paid no mind and put Lori on her back, breaths coming in deep. Addy seemed to notice how the girls were breathing heavily so she said, “Just relax little ladies and let your partner work. You trust them. You want to enjoy yourselves and they want to enjoy you. In through the nose, out through the mouth.”

Lori stared at the ceiling, feeling the large woman’s hands on her thighs. She looked left and right and saw the smaller girls in similar positions although it was difficult to see Samantha—Reese’s entire body was blocking her, large ass in the air, feet pointed near Lori’s head. Her soles looked so long and wide and dirty—not at all like feet at all. They were practically dripping with sweat and Lori wanted to be closer to the woman—a thought, a feeling, that she couldn’t fully understand.

Warm breath tickled her thighs as Jennifer’s mouth hovered nearby. Her long, flat tongue stretched out and licked, forcing goosebumps to rise to the surface. Lori was trembling, her breaths coming short and ragged despite Addy’s instructions. Jennifer put her palms against her stomach then kissed the short distance from her thighs up to her sweet spot, but she didn’t linger there for long. She kissed up her body, past the bush, pausing at the stomach and then moving up to the breasts.

Chloe’s breath rattled out in quick bursts also. Eleanor was far more aggressive with her than Jennifer was with Lori. On the other side, Samantha had taken charge of a bigger Reese, half the smaller woman disappearing on the other side of the giantess’s raised thighs. Deep, wet slurping sounds were punctuated by lovely moans.

The giantess breathed across her breast, making Lori’s nipple even harder than before. Her whole body was tingling again. Jennifer dragged her hair along Lori’s legs, tickling and renewing the tingles. Lips appeared at her neck, kissing, licking, and sucking.

“No marks,” Lori said, mostly as a joke but also because she didn’t want to go home with any lasting symptoms of the yoga class. Then again, she’d not stopped to consider the permanence of what had happened. Would she need to swing by the superstore later to pick up a razor and scissors to groom before heading home?

“Don’t worry, love,” Jennifer whispered into her ear. “I’ll be gentle. I’ll just nibble . . . a little.” And then her oversized teeth took a lump of flesh at her neck and squeezed. It wasn’t painful—in fact, it felt wonderful. Lori clenched her toes and smiled, loving the sensation that filled her body.

Jennifer’s hands took her by the biceps and pushed her arms up. Then, she interlaced Lori’s fingers in her own. The smaller woman could feel that raw power holding her down. And although it was playful, she’d still hate to be on the receiving end of Jennifer’s anger.

They continued to kiss, Jennifer’s mouth fast, despite being so large. When she pushed her tongue into Lori’s mouth, it filled her up and all she could do was try to suck on it. Jennifer didn’t linger in one place long, moving down to her breasts so she could tug a nipple, then right back up to her mouth. She ended between her legs, her large head having trouble fitting between them.

The big woman moaned and it sent warm tingles up Lori’s spine. “You taste so good, little lady. Can I take you home?”

“Would be nice, huh?” she said, lost in the fantasy for a moment.

“I want your scent on me the whole day after I leave. Can you manage that?”

“I think I can . . .”

But just before Lori could get off, Addy interrupted their session by presenting a rather unique toy.

“Try this with your partner. I’m sure you can figure out how it works.”

And then, she dropped a purple tube next to the girls. It was around eighteen inches long, textured like rubber, and thick at one end and thin at the other. Lori picked it up, not immediately realizing what it was, but Chloe recognized it right away.

“My, my!” she said. “It’s a double-sided dildo!” This made the rest of the girls laugh, and Lori know the position they’d need to be in for it to work. Jennifer sat on her mat again, facing the smaller lady. Lori did the same, moving in close so that her legs were under those of the giantess.

“Be gentle,” she told her big friend.

“Not a problem.”

And then, she took the thinner end of the sextoy and rubbed it against Lori’s clit. She made small circles, building up speed and heat and wetness. Lori reclined back on her palms and closed her eyes, feeling the woman work. It felt so wonderful, so erotic—something that wasn’t normally a part of her world.

After the foreplay, Jennifer pushed the tip inside her. She cried out at the same moment Chloe and Samantha made similar wails. Lori lifted herself up and started rocking her body forward, doing the work for Jennifer. The big lady was rubbing her end against her own clit, the bush moving back and forth like an uprooted hedge.

“Oh fuck!” said Lori, and she reclined back on her elbows. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck!”

“You like that, baby?”

“Yes! Show me your dirty feet! Show them to me now!”

Jennifer smiled and had to alter her angle, but then she had her feet in the air, her dirty, sweaty soles right in Lori’s face. It wouldn’t take long to get off now—this was the perfect stimuli.

She could hear the others dirty-talking, as well. It sounded especially cute to hear Chloe’s thick French accent belt out, “I love that hair body!” or to hear Reese tell Samantha, “What a cute little belly, you hot piece of ass!”

Jennifer lowered her feet and steadied herself, then brought her body forward so she could take her end—the massive one that made Lori’s face turn red—and push it inside her. Now, the ladies were sitting close, Jennifer’s legs over top of Lori’s with only a few inches of the purple toy on the outside. Already it was slick with their juices as both women moved back and then forward in perfect concert.

Jennifer took her by the shoulders and led, helping feed the toy into her smaller friend. Lori’s legs were like spaghetti but she was holding out better than Chloe and Samantha who both needed the support of their larger partners to help them along. Lori was sweating, she could feel it rolling down her back. She blew the errant hair from her face and kept on thrusting until she could see Jennifer’s eyes glaze over.

When the big lady gushed, it was a blast of cum that hit Lori like a hot, steamy tidal wave. Her own pleasure came a few seconds later, although her gush wasn’t nearly as pronounced. She could feel her body violently shuddering and as the toy slipped out and she leaned forward, she felt Jennifer’s arms wrap around her and embrace. The giantess was warm and sweaty, her heart beating heavily against the smaller woman’s face . . .

***

A half an hour after the class finished and the incense burnt down to a nub, the changes began to revert. Addy told them that it had been her special fragrance all along, and that she’d discovered it on a walkabout in Australia. When Chloe attempted to learn more, the instructor held up her hand and smiled. It was a trade secret—one that would never leave this room. All the girls agreed.

Addy said, “This will make your feet tingle even more. Be ready for it. Girls, let’s help each other, shall we?”

Jennifer put her feet in Lori’s lap, to which the smaller girl began to massage them, feeling them dwindle slowly as if they were merely sliding away. While she serviced her big friend, Chloe began running a brush through her hair. All the girl’s partnered up, forming small trains to take care of one another.

Lori found it entertaining to put her soles against Jennifer’s while the change happened. It was slow, although faster than her initial growth. The giantess’s feet were so big that when they started this measurement, her soles could be seen all around Lori’s, and her toes were almost six inches above. Then, little by little, they disappeared, drawing in, the flesh becoming less and less. Her toes crept down until they couldn’t even be seen.

The excess hair fell off, breaking at the ends. Lori would need new product for hers, but not nearly as much as Eleanor. Her hair looked nothing as it had when she was first starting out. It was a small price to pay for such a wonderful experience. Lori scratched her forearm and the hair wiped off as if it were nothing more than sawdust. The same thing happened between her legs—the bush withered and died, then disappeared altogether.

As the girls were packing up their things, an odd silence swept through the room. Addy provided them all with tote bags filled with oversized clothes, but they didn’t want that. The nostalgia couldn’t compete with the real thing.

“I miss my hair,” said Chloe, running a hand through her sweaty locks.

“Yeah, me too,” said Lori.

Jennifer shook her head. “Forget being hairy. I just wanna be big again.” This made the girls laugh and shake their head.

Lori finished dressing and stood in the middle of the throng, then looked over at Addy who simply leaned against her dais, arms crossed over, a knowing smile on her face.

“I know you want to ask it. So go ahead,” she said.

Lori nodded. “Why did some of us grow and others just became hairy?”

Addy came forward and entered the huddle, then stretched her arms around Chloe and Reese. “I thought you’d have figured that out by now. The incense has a different effect on pregnant women. If you’re pregnant, you just get hairy. But if you’re not, you get hair and you grow big. Nice, huh?”

“Wait . . .,” said Lori, and at the same moment the other girls made the same connection. Reese’s hands came up to her face just as Jennifer wrapped her in a hug.

“You’re pregnant!” said Chloe. “My, my! This is a fabulous occasion!”

“Yeah,” Lori said, the weight of the situation bearing down on her.

Addy pushed through the girls and came to stand next to her. She wrapped an arm around her and said, “Congratulations. After the baby, I’d like you to come back, okay?”

That brought a smile to her face. How could she say no to an invitation like that?

“Only if the rest of the girls will come too.”

Smiles all around.

Addy said, “I think I can pencil that in . . .”

Before the girls left, Addy said, “We have cameras in the ceiling and high up on the walls. I took a few but they don’t ever have to see the light of day. But . . . if you’d like, I could put some of you on the wall.” She pointed over to the artwork—all women from previous ‘special’ yoga sessions.

Lori looked at her and grinned. “Let me think about it.” But she knew she’d love to be immortalized in such a way.

***

One year later . . .

She hated leaving Philip at home but when she found the magic ticket in her mailbox, she knew she’d be returning to Sundance Yoga. After doing the math in her head, she realized it was exactly one year to the day since their last bit of fun.

Now, she was ready to see what it felt like to grow . . .

Addy met her at the door, now much thinner, her face borderline gaunt.

“How’s the baby?” Lori asked.

“Emily. She’s great. How’s yours . . . little boy, right?”

“That’s right. Philip.”

“Beautiful name. Are you ready to get started?”

“You know it!”

Lori stepped into the studio, first noticing the mid-shot on the wall. She’d know the birthmark at her hip anywhere. So Addy had used her picture, after all. That made her smile, but nothing so much as when the beautiful bespectacled girl walked up to her and wrapped her in a hug.

“Looks like we get a little role reversal this time, huh?”

Lori was confused. “What do you mean?”

But the moment the words left her lips, Jennifer opened up jacket and revealed a large, pregnant belly. Both women laughed and hugged again.

“You ready to get started?” asked Addy.

“You know we are!” both girls said in unison.

“Good. I’ll get the incense going.”

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