Demora's doctor was worried, not about his patient - but about himself.
It had all started two years ago. Demora had come to see him about a fat transfer. It wasn't a new practice, in fact she'd had several already, but she was wanting to push her next one to the extremes. She wanted more fat moved to her chest than had ever been attempted before.
The doctor was reticent at first, but Demora talked him into it. She explained how each transfer made her feel more confident, more in control... more like herself. She wanted to help push the boundaries and discover more about herself. It was her dream. The doctor found he couldn't say no to that. He agreed a date for the transfer with her and remembered to take a photo of her before her weight-gain started.
There was disappointment all round when her bust only increased a few sizes after the transfer. The majority of the huge amount of fat transferred appeared to have gone AWOL. It took a while for the doctor to work out what had happened, and even then he was unsure of his findings. He could only explain it as her body somehow absorbing most of the fat on its reintroduction to her system and redistributing it. Where it had been distributed he couldn't say. Demora left his office that day in low spirits, but it was all change when she phoned back a few days later.
The doctor received a call from Demora to say she knew where the fat had gone, she was taller! The doctor laughed; that was impossible. Bodies just couldn't absorb fat to fuel growth later in life, but Demora was adamant that that's what must have happened. She seemed quite joyful over the phone and was already talking about booking another transfer in.
"Listen, Demora." the doctor begun, "I think you're just seeing what you want to see."
"You don't believe me?" came her reply over the phone.
The doctor was honest, "I don't."
"That's fine, but I still want another transfer."
The doctor sighed. He knew she'd get little from the next one - but it was her money and she'd handled the last transfer like a champ so there was no risk.
"Ok, lets pencil you in for 3 months time, think you can put the weight on for then?"
"Oh, definitely!"
The three months passed and once again the doctor found Demora in his office preparing for another transfer. He couldn't help but stare at her when she first walked in. She did seem taller, in fact she seemed bigger all over. But maybe that was down to the weight she'd put on for the transfer. She'd done a good job of it, she was huge - there'd be plenty to work with.
After the transfer was complete the doctor was disappointed to see the same result as last time. Her breasts were bigger, but not as big as they should have been. But Demora seemed excited.
"Thanks Doc!" she squealed with glee, "When can we book the next one in for?"
"You want another one? You do see that your bust hasn't reached the size we predicted?"
"Oh, that's fine. I'm sure we'll eventually get there - with enough transfers." Demora laughed before heading towards the door, "Three months again?"
The doctor nodded, "Oh, sure."
He knew there'd be no dissuading her. After she left he kicked himself, he'd forgotten to take her before and after photos. They would have come in handy for convincing himself that she hadn't actually grown.
Another three months went by and Demora arrived again. This time the doctor couldn't deny it from the way she had to duck to come into his office - she was taller. And not just taller, bigger all over. She had definitely grown, he could see how big she'd gotten after making the transfer. Without the excess weight she was now undoubtedly bigger than he was. Again, her chest didn't expand as much as it should have - but he now understood where it was going.
The next year passed with the same cycle of a transfer every three month, Demora getting larger and larger every time and the doctor being too distracted at each of her appointments to update her photos.
It was now nearing two years of transfers and Demora was becoming massive. After her latest appointment the doctor decided to express a concern. This concern occurred to him when he saw her crush his scales during the post-op check-up; she was getting scarily big. He sat Demora down and advised her to make this her last transfer. The doctor claimed he was concerned for her health, but the truth was her was scared of the mini-giantess he was helping create. Demora knew how intimidating she was becoming so knew the truth - she decided to use her intimidating stature to her advantage.
"Oh, should we do an after-photo?" she prompted him, knowing that he always forgot.
The doctor thanked her profusely for reminding him and ushered her over to the mark for the camera, "Great idea, I guess this'll be our last chance to get this done."
"We'll see about that." Demora laughed to herself.
"Ok, just stand still..." the doctor told her, as he tinkered with the camera - her size meant he had to completely adjust the focus from what he used for normal patients.
"You know, " Demora started as he tinkered away with the lens, "I've really loved my high-calorie diet for these transfers."
"I bet you have." the doctor replied absent-mindedly as he continued adjusting the camera, "But all good things must come to an end."
Demora ignored this and carried on gushing about her diet, "I could eat whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted."
At this point she took a few steps back towards the doctor, casting him in her shadow.
"Erm, Demora, could you get back to the mark..." the doctor politely requested, but the amazon ignored him.
"The only issue was the portion sizes. As I got bigger, they had to get bigger. Its been really difficult to find decent sources of calories recently..."
The doctor gazed up at the huge woman Demora had become as she took another heavy step towards him and bent over to whisper in his ear.
"By the way... you look delicious today."
She stretched back up to her full height and returned to her mark.
"While we're here shall we do some before-photos in advance of my next transfer? I'm thinking next month."
"Next month?" the doctor stammered, still processing what had just happened, "That's too soon, you wouldn't be able to put on enough weight in time to make it worthwhile..."
"Oh, don't you worry about that - just leave it to me..."
"Wouldn't you like some recovery time?"
"Look how big I've gotten in 2 years!" she told him, showing off her enormous body, "What would you call this?"
"I... I would say its incredible." the doctor said in a panic, hoping not to upset her.
"No." Demora told him with a smirk on her face, "It's a good start."
The doctor was afraid of what Demora would become if he kept giving her these transfers, but he was more afraid of what would happen if he didn't.
Meta: How have I never made a collage with Demora Avarice before? She's a perfect giantess in waiting. She's not only big, but likes being big and wants to be bigger - that's the real mentality needed for a giantess. As soon as Demora posted this I knew it had to become a giantess growth comic. Her progress on her bust in just two years is incredible - I wanted to apply similar gains to the rest of her.
The two collages I made for this were a bit of an experiment I've been working on recently which involves placing a mini-giantess in an empty room. I'm going to play round with it a bit more but I'm relatively happy with it. Just using a room and some shadows seems to help sell the size of the mini-giantess without the need for any foreground elements acting as reference point.
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