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[Story] Night Changes pt- 3/3

Published: February 18th 2025, 8:50:04 am

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This is the final part for this story! Thanks for all the story suggestions! This is a more light hearted easy story to follow. I wasn't completely happy with the ending but I left the door open for a possible future continuation. But for now, I want to focus on other stories and projects: Muscles and Modesty pt. 3/3 is coming up at the end of the week and I have an exciting 4 part story for tier 4 members! Thanks for the patience! Tiers 3 & 4, you have some extra images waiting for you! (11 extra images!! for a total of 15 images for this last part)

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Night Changes pt. 3

"I think we need to talk about the ceiling," Malik said, staring up at his mother who was sitting cross-legged on the café floor - and still had to hunch her shoulders to avoid hitting the lights. "And possibly the walls. And... well, everything."

Imara shifted carefully, her movement causing the industrial-grade floor to creak despite her attempts to be gentle. At just over seven feet tall now, even basic movements required careful consideration. "It's only going to get more interesting, habibi. The changes are coming faster now."

As if to emphasize her point, a visible shudder ran through her massive frame. Her already snug clothes strained further as another wave of growth hit, adding another inch to her height in mere moments. The seams of her specially-ordered shirt protested audibly.

"That's the third time today," Malik noted, pulling out his phone to record the measurement in the growth diary they'd started keeping. "And it's not even moonrise yet."

Imara flexed experimentally, watching her bicep swell to a size that would make professional bodybuilders envious. "The bottle's nearly empty. Just three more nights."

Through the covered windows, they could hear Helga's voice carrying from the gym next door. "...ridiculous! Three weeks of renovation for a tiny café? Mark my words, something strange is going on in there..."

Malik saw his mother's expression darken. "Mama? What are you thinking?"

"Just remembering," Imara said softly, though there was a new edge to her voice. She reached out, her hand now large enough to completely engulf her son's shoulder. "The way they laughed. The way they thought they could make me feel small."

Another growth spurt hit, stronger this time. Imara gasped as her frame expanded in all directions. Her shoulders broadened further, brushing against the support columns on either side of her. Her legs lengthened, forcing her to extend them out in front of her, each thigh thicker than Malik's torso.

"Seven foot four," Malik whistled, updating his notes. "You know, Mama, I think we need to consider the possibility that 'threefold' might have been an understatement."

Imara laughed, the sound rich and deep. "You think?" She reached out and easily lifted her son, setting him on her leg like he was a child. "Remember when you used to do this to me?"

"Yes, but I didn't have to worry about crushing you," Malik replied, though he was grinning. From his perch, he had to look up to meet her eyes - a perspective that still amazed him despite weeks of watching her grow.

The bell above the gym door chimed, and they heard Helga's voice again: "Ja, Hannah, the little mouse is still hiding. Perhaps we scared her away for good!"

Their laughter was cut short by a tremendous crack. Malik looked down to see his mother's hand had clenched into a fist, splintering the hardwood floor beneath it.

"Mama," he said gently, placing his hand over her massive one. "They're not worth it."

"No," she agreed, consciously relaxing her grip. "But they will be worth the wait."

That evening, as moonrise approached, Imara stood in the main café space - the only area with enough room to accommodate her increasingly massive frame. The bottle contained only enough liquid for three more doses.

"Ready?" Malik asked, holding up his phone to record the night's changes.

Imara nodded, letting the familiar three drops fall under her tongue. For a moment, nothing happened.

Then the warmth hit, more intense than ever before.

"Oh," she gasped, as her body began to expand rapidly. Her clothes, already stretched to their limits, began to tear at the seams. Her head rose higher and higher, until she had to bend significantly to avoid the ceiling. Her shoulders broadened until they nearly spanned the width of the café counter, muscles swelling and defining themselves further with each passing second.

"Eight feet," Malik called out, then quickly corrected himself. "Eight foot two... eight foot five..."

When the growth finally slowed, Imara carefully straightened up as much as the ceiling would allow. Her son looked tiny below her, barely reaching her waist.

"Well," she said, her voice carrying new depths of power, "I think we can officially say goodbye to these clothes."

"And probably most clothes," Malik added, still recording. "I don't think they make anything in 'Incredibly Amazing Amazon' size."

Through the wall, they could hear the evening workout class at the gym. The music and voices that had once seemed so intimidating now sounded small and distant from Imara's new height.

"Two more nights," she mused, carefully lowering herself to sit on the reinforced platform they'd constructed. Even seated, she was taller than Malik standing. "Two more nights, and then..."

"And then you'll show them what real strength looks like?" Malik suggested.

"No, habibi," Imara smiled, and for a moment Malik saw a flash of the intimidating presence she could be when she chose. "Then I'll show them what it truly means to feel small."

The next morning, as Imara carefully moved around the café in the early dawn light, she heard Helga arriving next door. Through gaps in the window coverings, she caught glimpses of the German woman's face pressing against the glass, trying to peer inside.

Imara stayed in the shadows, but allowed herself a small smile as she noticed something new - from her current height, Helga looked almost childlike. And she still had two more nights of growth to go.

The bottle gleamed on the counter, its remaining contents swirling with colors that seemed more vibrant than ever. Soon, Imara thought.

The lock clicking open echoed through the empty café. Malik, who had been inventorying supplies in the back room, froze at the sound. Heavy footsteps - multiple sets - entered the space.

"Hello?" Helga's voice carried through the darkness. "Anyone home? Just checking if our little neighbor needs any... help with the renovations."

Hannah's laugh followed. "Careful, might step on her if we don't watch our feet."

Malik quickly dimmed the back room lights, grateful for the temporary walls they'd installed to hide the modifications they'd made to accommodate his mother's new size. Through a gap in the panels, he could see Helga and Hannah prowling through the café, their flashlight beams sweeping across the space.

"Strange," Helga muttered, running a hand along the reinforced counter. "Everything looks bigger somehow."

"Probably just the empty space," Hannah suggested, though she was frowning at the industrial-grade floor supports they'd installed.

A deep creak echoed from upstairs - the sound of Imara shifting in her sleep. Both women's heads snapped up.

"What was that?" Hannah whispered.

"Just the old building settling," Malik said smoothly, stepping out from the back room. He kept his voice calm despite his racing heart. "Can I help you ladies?"

Helga jumped, then quickly composed herself. "Ah, the son. We were... concerned. About your mother."

"Really?" Malik leaned against the counter, carefully positioning himself to block their view of the oversized furniture behind him. "Funny way of showing concern, breaking in after hours."

"We haven't seen her in weeks," Hannah cut in, trying to peer around him. "People are talking. Saying strange things."

Another creak from above, louder this time. A fine dust of plaster drifted down from the ceiling.

"Construction work," Malik explained quickly. "Upper floor renovations. Very... extensive."

"In the middle of the night?" Helga's eyes narrowed.

"Best time for it. Less disruption to the neighbors." He gave them a pointed look. "Speaking of which..."

"We're not leaving until we see her," Helga declared, drawing herself up to her full height - a move that might have been intimidating weeks ago, but now just made Malik think of how his mother would tower over her.

As if on cue, a tremendous thud shook the building, followed by what sounded suspiciously like a yawn. Both women paled.

"What was that?" Hannah's voice quavered slightly.

"Like I said, renovations." Malik gestured to the door. "Now, unless you'd like me to call the police about this break-in..."

They left, but not before Helga cast one last suspicious look around the café. "This isn't over. Something strange is going on here."

"You have no idea," Malik muttered under his breath as he locked the door behind them.

Upstairs, he found his mother attempting to stretch in a space far too small for her now nearly nine-foot frame.

"I heard visitors," she rumbled, her voice carrying new depths of power.

"Nothing I couldn't handle," Malik assured her, though he had to crane his neck almost completely back to meet her eyes. "But they're getting bold. And suspicious."

Imara smiled, the expression carrying a hint of anticipation. "Good thing tomorrow's the last dose. And the day after..." She carefully stood as much as the room would allow, her massive frame making the floor groan. "We reopen."

The final night's dose brought changes that exceeded all their preparations. Imara's growth came in waves of tremendous power, her body expanding far beyond what even the mysterious bottle's promise of "threefold" had suggested. By morning, she had to remain in the modified back room of the café, her head brushing the fifteen-foot ceiling even when she was careful about her posture.

"Ready?" Malik asked, standing by the front door with the "REOPENING TODAY" sign.

Through the wall of their modified space, they could hear Helga and Hannah arriving at the gym, their voices carrying clearly to Imara's enhanced hearing.

"...going to find out what they're hiding," Helga was saying. "I don't care if we have to break in again..."

"Mama?" Malik prompted, noting his mother's expression.

Imara carefully shifted, her massive muscles rippling with barely contained power. The reinforced floor creaked under her weight as she settled into position.

"Open it," she said simply.

Malik flipped the sign to "OPEN" and unlocked the door. Through the window, he could see Helga notice the movement. She nudged Hannah, pointing.

"Now we see who feels small," Imara murmured, her voice carrying a hint of the intimidating presence she'd been holding back all these weeks.

The bell above the door chimed as it opened...

The morning light streamed through the café windows as Helga and Hannah strode in, their confident steps faltering slightly at the sight of the renovated space. Everything seemed... larger. The counter stood chest-high to them now, the chairs looked built for giants, and the ceiling seemed impossibly far above.

"Welcome back," Malik said pleasantly from behind the counter, having to look up at them one final time. "The usual order?"

"Where is she?" Helga demanded, her voice carrying less authority than usual in the cavernous space. "Where's your mother?"

"Right here," came a deep, resonant voice from the shadows of the back room. The floor trembled slightly.

Helga and Hannah turned toward the sound, then slowly... slowly... tilted their heads back.

Imara emerged from the shadows, ducking through the massive archway they'd installed. Her new height made Helga - once so imposingly tall - look like a child in comparison. Each step brought her massive frame further into view: shoulders broader than a doorway, arms thicker than Helga's waist, hands that could easily wrap around both women's waists at once.

"I believe," Imara said softly, though her voice still seemed to fill the entire space, "you wanted to check on my... progress?"

The color drained from Helga's face as she craned her neck back, and back, and back, taking in the full scope of Imara's transformation. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.

"Is something wrong?" Imara asked, lowering herself to one knee - and still towering over them. "You seem... small."

Hannah backed away, bumping into a chair that now seemed sized for a different species entirely. "This... this isn't..."

"Possible?" Imara finished for her, a slight smile playing at her lips. She reached out one massive hand, fingers extending toward them. "Would you like to test that theory?"

Helga's face twisted through a range of emotions - fear, disbelief, anger, and finally...