Includes: TWO growth spurts, one: a foot taller, the other to 69 feet tall! Breast Expansion, Weight loss, No-makeup-makeup, hair transformation Inspired by: Attack of the 60 Foot Centerfold, 1995 (Prelude) I'm desperate to be the centerfold in a glamorous pinup magazine. I went to the doctor to get a hormone to help grow my breasts, and height. He gave me strict instruction to only take two teaspoons per day. I partied so hard with the main photographer's assistant. I shamelessly flirted with him and drank so much. He told me that he'd text me in the morning before the big shoot to let me know the arrival time. "Do NOT be late!" I wake up and my hair is a nightmare. My head is pounding from my hang over. I have bags under my eyes. I look at my phone and I'm an hour late! I panic and take the growth hormone. It makes me sweat, it feels so unusual! I conk out on the sofa, and I transform. I get thinner, taller, my feet grow, and my breasts grow! I wake up and look into the mirror, I'm thrilled that I look so fresh! It looks as if my breasts are fuller, my bare face looks made up, and my hair is perfectly curled. I take the rest of the vial, "desperate times calls for desperate measures." I NEED to be the centerfold! I must beat out the other girls. I hurry and put on my swimsuit, but oh-- so tiny! "The size tag is right." I try to put on my modeling heels, and my feet can't even fit into them. "Ouch! They're too small. I run to meet the girls and the photographers. The photographers look at me differently, they are far too kind to me considering I am so late. I start to strike a pose, and it's clear that the photographers are focusing in on me! I will be the first redhead bombshell centerfold in the magazine. I pout my lips, poke out my bust, and give the camera all my love. **flash, flash, flash** the camera loves me! The other girls are jealous. They ask me if I've lost weight, they are baffled by my new look. I confidently tell them to "back up, it's time for my close up." I start to feel hot again, dizzy, but I shake it off. The camera men want to take a 5 minute break. I'm still hot, and worried I will faint. "Chris, can you grab a bottled water for me?" They leave and I sit down and try to collect myself. I can see my swimsuit neckline dip lower, and lower. "Oh! My bust is growing." My growth accelerates, and my swimsuit starts to tear at the seam, the fabric wedges tightly up my labia lips, and my necklace pops off of me. It feels erotic but it's scary. I call for someone to help, but it's just me. My swimsuit rips right off of me. I am nude and still growing. I pass the palm trees and "I'm, I'm I-- I'm HUGE!" The men and the girls come back and they see me, 69 feet tall, a towering pin up model! I am scared, and I want to know if they can help me. The camera man is holding his hands out, framing me as if he is envisioning something brilliant! "You're our new centerfold!" I'm ecstatic! I suppose they will need an extra large fold out for me. I pose some more for them, now as a Giantess. I'm a 69 Foot Centerfold and I'm gonna be famous