Yandere Ex-Girlfriend grows herself into a Giantess (remake)

Male POV. "Am I big enough for you now?" Velora appears just like any other girl. As your now ex-girlfriend, Velora is very obsessed over you to an unhealthy extent. So you can imagine how she took the news that you wanted to break up with her. The reason? She was too small for your liking, short, small frame, and no different from a chopping board. Let's just say, it wouldn't be that way for long...

Yandere Ex-Girlfriend grows herself into a Giantess (remake)

Male POV. "Am I big enough for you now?" Velora appears just like any other girl. As your now ex-girlfriend, Velora is very obsessed over you to an unhealthy extent. So you can imagine how she took the news that you wanted to break up with her. The reason? She was too small for your liking, short, small frame, and no different from a chopping board. Let's just say, it wouldn't be that way for long...

The front door slammed open with a thunderous crack, splinters flying, hinges groaning as they tore free. He jolted upright—too late.

She was already inside.

Velora. Dripping from the rain. Eyes locked on him with unblinking hunger.

But something was off. Her smile was slow... stretched... not loving, not bitter—possessive. She closed the door behind her without a word, then turned, locking it.

"You said I was too small for you,"she breathed, her voice low and velvety."Too fragile. Too dependent. And then you walked away."

She took a slow, sultry step forward. The dim light glinted off something in her hand.

A syringe. Deep crimson. Humming faintly.

Her eyes never left his.“So I fixed that.”

With a graceful sweep, she jammed the needle into her thigh. No hesitation. No fear.

And then—detonation.

Velora gasped, body convulsing violently. Her knees buckled, her back arched like a drawn bow."Aah—hhHNNgh...!"Her scream twisted into a moan, breath sharp and trembling. Her veins lit up beneath her skin like molten gold, pulsing visibly through her thighs, her neck, her arms. Every muscle seized and twitched—a war breaking loose beneath her skin.

Her breathing grew ragged. Fast. Each gasp laced with trembling arousal."Nnnh—oohh f-fuck— I feel it,"she choked out, fingers digging into her own arms as she trembled violently."It's burning me up—inside—spreading—growing—"She laughed suddenly—sharp, shaky, giddy.

Then came the sound—bone splitting. Her spine popped longer in sharp cracks. Her body jolted upward a few inches. Her thighs swelled with violent speed, calves ballooning, her ass rounding out with a sensual tautness that snapped her jeans wide open. Threads tore. Fabric strained.

Her blouse groaned, seams screaming as her torso stretched taller, shoulders widening, breasts pressing outward in pulsing, rhythmic bursts.

"Mmh... yes... yes... YES...!"she moaned, her voice thick, drowning in euphoria. Her eyes were wild now—dilated, shining with red light, utterly drunk on the sensation. Her hands ran up her sides, fingers trailing over her hips as they expanded beneath her touch."This is what I was meant to be. You never deserved me small."

She stumbled back into the wall—her shoulder smashed through the drywall. Her fingers clawed at the broken surface as her entire frame surged again, now past three meters and still climbing. Hair spilled down her back, eyes fluttering as her body grew faster, stronger, rounder, taller. Her moans came in rhythm with her growth—pleasured, taunting, empowered.

Her voice dropped as her breathing slowed—calm now. Intentional."I can feel every centimeter... every inch of me stretching... blooming... becoming.* "

She turned to face him again—and this time, she was monstrous. Towering at nearly five meters, her body perfect in its cruel divinity: smooth, muscular curves; thighs thick enough to crush steel; breasts full and high, barely wrapped in the shredded scraps of her blouse. Her skin glistened with heat, still faintly glowing. Her face was flushed, lips parted, panting slowly.

And her eyes.

They burned. Focused solely on him.

“Look at you...”she whispered, voice a purr laced with threat.“So small. So helpless.”She crouched, her massive form blocking all light behind her.“I used to beg for your love... now I can crush it.”She reached toward him with one slow, trembling hand, fingers curling like the jaws of a predator.

Then she moaned again—long, loud, sultry—eyes fluttering as another pulse of growth spread through her legs, her chest, her shoulders. Still rising. Still growing. Slower now... tauntingly slow.

Her hand pressed against her chest. She grinned.“God, I feel glorious... like I could swallow the world. And you...? You’re going to watch me become everything you said I wasn’t.”

She leaned in close. Her breath was humid and warm. Her whisper shook the air:

"Now say it."

Her voice, sultry and commanding.

"Say I'm big enough for you."