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Added Breast and Height Growth to the Donate Options! Send a note to specify what kind of growth you're donating for!

Link to Donation Page is Here:
Drive's Over!

$1= 50cc of boobs (that's $2 a cup size more or less)
$1= 1 lb of muscle (based on a height of 5'8" - final weight value will scale to match new height)
$1= 1 inch of height. (I use the original lineart as a height reference already, so I'll be able to show differences of a couple inches in height. I swear. The starting pic will be included as a side by side comparison.)

Link to Journal Entry Detailing Raffle and Drive Status Updates:
Raffle!

Alrighty guys, this is the big ol' notice of termination! There's 3 more updates at the most until this is over. I changed the raffle rules so that everyone who donates is eligible for the big $400 Growth Sequence Before and After prize. I seriously doubt that we'll hit that since all that ever happens is a trickle of two or three donations, but hey, reach for the impossible, right?

Also, if at any point the drive doesn't hit the $20 minimum within the time limit of 2 days, the next piece will definitely be the last update representing whatever the final donation total is. This piece was brought to you by two people who already donated, so I'm getting the feeling that this isn't really what you guys want to see. Let me know with your wallets (singles work too) what you think of me as an FMG artist.

Story Bits:
You were so embarrassed during that last session that you couldn't even finish it. You handed Kelly off to another trainer, and went home early, feeling defeated. That night, you texted Kelly to let her know that you were going to refund her for the next few sessions she signed up for with you, and that you weren't going to show up to the next workout.

A couple days later, you got a phone call early in the morning from Kelly. "Heya...umm...you were serious about cancelling, weren't you?", she asked, a twinge of sadness lingering in her words. "Yes," you answered as humiliating memories flooded your mind. "Well, I don't want you to. If you don't come to the gym for our workout, I'm going to come to your place and put your car in a trashcan. I'm serious, and I don't care if it won't fit. I'll make it fit," she replied. "I'm not coming." You hung up and went back to bed. She was your only client, so you were basically unemployed now, but the gym would get you set up with someone else by the end of the week, so you decided to just bum around until then.

...

BANG BANG BANG BANG! "What the hell!", you screamed as you jumped out of bed, startled awake by the sound of your front door being pummeled. BANG BANG BANG BANG! You checked through the eyehole on your door to see who it was. It was Kelly. "Go away Kelly," you said as you turned around to go back to bed. "No!", she yelled back. "If you don't answer this door, I'm gonna have to pay you back for your car! I swear; it'll be totaled in the next 5 minutes!" You thought for a second and remembered that she actually tipped a car a while back, and she was about 100 pounds heavier now. It was probably a good idea to let her in. You really didn't want to deal with the insurance company over your car being smooshed into a trashcan.

You opened the door, and asked Kelly why she wouldn't just leave you alone. Her answer surprised you. It was the usual kind of "Kelly nuts", that you were used to, but still, her answer was totally unpredictable.

"Because I need a trainer like you," she started. "The guy you stuck me with was strong enough to spot me...kind of, but he was bad for me. Like, if I keep training with people like him, I'm gonna end up crippled kind of bad. To him, it was all about getting bigger and bigger and bigger. He didn't care if your training gave you 'roid gut, or if you were disproportioned, or even if I ended up with a man face. Everything out of his mouth was just 'get big', and...it kinda sounded nice at first, but I've realized that I don't just want to 'get big'. I want to feel pretty too. I know you think I'm attractive, and there's no denying it at this point, which is why I need you. Even a goof like me can realize that I can turn into a real monster if I want to. I mean, I'm as big as a Mr. Olympia contestant in the offseason! I need you to train me so that you can tell me when I'm truly going too far. I want you to turn me into a giant hulking monster, but I want to be the kind of monster that you'd like to bring home. So, what do you say?"

You hadn't thought of it that way before. If she really just went for it, Kelly could get so big she wouldn't even be able to fit through a doorway anymore, even if she turned. Heck, her shoulders almost brushed your doorway even now. "Alright, alright," you said. "But take it easy on the posing at the gym, okay? I can deal with it if you...'overwork' me when it's just the two of us, but don't do it when there's a crowd, alright?"

Kelly sqeualed and wrapped her giant arms around you, lifted you in the air, and spun you around like you were a sack of potatoes. She put you down back on your feet and walked out the doorway. She turned and looked at you, put her hand on her hip, and smiled. You felt all of your blood rush south instantly, and she chuckled before walking off. "See ya tomorrow!", she said gleefully as she walked away.

"Damn, her shorts are tiny," you thought before sprinting off to your bathroom to...you know.

Stages
Start
1st Update
2nd update
3rd update
4th update

Description
Added Breast and Height Growth to the Donate Options! Send a note to specify what kind of growth you're donating for!

Link to Donation Page is Here:
Drive's Over!

$1= 50cc of boobs (that's $2 a cup size more or less)
$1= 1 lb of muscle (based on a height of 5'8" - final weight value will scale to match new height)
$1= 1 inch of height. (I use the original lineart as a height reference already, so I'll be able to show differences of a couple inches in height. I swear. The starting pic will be included as a side by side comparison.)

Link to Journal Entry Detailing Raffle and Drive Status Updates:
Raffle!

Alrighty guys, this is the big ol' notice of termination! There's 3 more updates at the most until this is over. I changed the raffle rules so that everyone who donates is eligible for the big $400 Growth Sequence Before and After prize. I seriously doubt that we'll hit that since all that ever happens is a trickle of two or three donations, but hey, reach for the impossible, right?

Also, if at any point the drive doesn't hit the $20 minimum within the time limit of 2 days, the next piece will definitely be the last update representing whatever the final donation total is. This piece was brought to you by two people who already donated, so I'm getting the feeling that this isn't really what you guys want to see. Let me know with your wallets (singles work too) what you think of me as an FMG artist.

Story Bits:
You were so embarrassed during that last session that you couldn't even finish it. You handed Kelly off to another trainer, and went home early, feeling defeated. That night, you texted Kelly to let her know that you were going to refund her for the next few sessions she signed up for with you, and that you weren't going to show up to the next workout.

A couple days later, you got a phone call early in the morning from Kelly. "Heya...umm...you were serious about cancelling, weren't you?", she asked, a twinge of sadness lingering in her words. "Yes," you answered as humiliating memories flooded your mind. "Well, I don't want you to. If you don't come to the gym for our workout, I'm going to come to your place and put your car in a trashcan. I'm serious, and I don't care if it won't fit. I'll make it fit," she replied. "I'm not coming." You hung up and went back to bed. She was your only client, so you were basically unemployed now, but the gym would get you set up with someone else by the end of the week, so you decided to just bum around until then.

...

BANG BANG BANG BANG! "What the hell!", you screamed as you jumped out of bed, startled awake by the sound of your front door being pummeled. BANG BANG BANG BANG! You checked through the eyehole on your door to see who it was. It was Kelly. "Go away Kelly," you said as you turned around to go back to bed. "No!", she yelled back. "If you don't answer this door, I'm gonna have to pay you back for your car! I swear; it'll be totaled in the next 5 minutes!" You thought for a second and remembered that she actually tipped a car a while back, and she was about 100 pounds heavier now. It was probably a good idea to let her in. You really didn't want to deal with the insurance company over your car being smooshed into a trashcan.

You opened the door, and asked Kelly why she wouldn't just leave you alone. Her answer surprised you. It was the usual kind of "Kelly nuts", that you were used to, but still, her answer was totally unpredictable.

"Because I need a trainer like you," she started. "The guy you stuck me with was strong enough to spot me...kind of, but he was bad for me. Like, if I keep training with people like him, I'm gonna end up crippled kind of bad. To him, it was all about getting bigger and bigger and bigger. He didn't care if your training gave you 'roid gut, or if you were disproportioned, or even if I ended up with a man face. Everything out of his mouth was just 'get big', and...it kinda sounded nice at first, but I've realized that I don't just want to 'get big'. I want to feel pretty too. I know you think I'm attractive, and there's no denying it at this point, which is why I need you. Even a goof like me can realize that I can turn into a real monster if I want to. I mean, I'm as big as a Mr. Olympia contestant in the offseason! I need you to train me so that you can tell me when I'm truly going too far. I want you to turn me into a giant hulking monster, but I want to be the kind of monster that you'd like to bring home. So, what do you say?"

You hadn't thought of it that way before. If she really just went for it, Kelly could get so big she wouldn't even be able to fit through a doorway anymore, even if she turned. Heck, her shoulders almost brushed your doorway even now. "Alright, alright," you said. "But take it easy on the posing at the gym, okay? I can deal with it if you...'overwork' me when it's just the two of us, but don't do it when there's a crowd, alright?"

Kelly sqeualed and wrapped her giant arms around you, lifted you in the air, and spun you around like you were a sack of potatoes. She put you down back on your feet and walked out the doorway. She turned and looked at you, put her hand on her hip, and smiled. You felt all of your blood rush south instantly, and she chuckled before walking off. "See ya tomorrow!", she said gleefully as she walked away.

"Damn, her shorts are tiny," you thought before sprinting off to your bathroom to...you know.

Stages
Start
1st Update
2nd update
3rd update
4th update