Flower Bloom and Grow (Rapunzel BE)

      Flower bloom and grow
      Let you power shine
      Turn back the sands of time
      And give me what is mine
     
      “Wow! Mess with the words a little and you can do anything with this song.” Rapunzel’s breasts strained the laces of her bodice and her skirt rose over her growing hips. She sang the song again, and her boobs bulged a little more, her hips stretching a little further.
      “What else can I do?” After a few moments she thought of some new lyrics.
     
      Flower bloom and grow
      Lips as sweet as wine
      For such a tender kiss
      Grant this wish of mine
     
      Instantly Rapunzel’s lips plumped up. “Oh! Perfect duck-face,” she laughed. Kissing the mirror, she left an imprint the size of a lemon. “This is going to be great!”
     
      “Rapunzel, let down your hair!”
      “Mom!” A few more verses had given Rapunzel watermelon-sized breasts and an ass that wouldn’t fit her chair. She could barely keep her dress fastened. Her skirt only reached her knees. Her breasts flowed over her neckline and bulged through her bodice. “What’s she going to say?”
      “Rapunzel!”
      “In a minute, mother!” Rapunzel paced as quickly as her padded ass would allow. She’s going to kill me! If only…wait!”
      “Rapunzel, I’m not getting any younger!”
      Rapunzel tossed down her hair, composing a new song in her mind. “Sorry! Come on up.” She felt Mom grab on to her hair, and as she pulled her up Rapunzel began to sing.
     
      Flower gleam and glow
      Both our clocks entwine
      Turn back and forth the time
      In Mother’s heart and mine
     
      “Rapunzel,” Mom said. “Are you singing?”
      “No, Mom.”
      “But your hair is glowing and I…I feel funny!”
      “It’s nothing, Mom.” The load on Rapunzel’s hair grew lighter.
      “My clothes! They’re getting looser—ah! Pull me up, fast! I’m naked!”
      “Just hold on…”
      When she reached the top Mother Gothal was so small that her dress slipped off her hips and fluttered to the ground. She crawled through the window, skinny as a nymph, with big dark eyes and cheeks full and red like apples. “Huh? I’m young, but…I don’t wanna be this young!”
      “Oh…no…” Rapunzel grew. Her breasts bulged, her hips stretched. She grew taller, handsomer, more elegant, and poised. Her dressed ripped open and her breasts bounced out like a pair of pumpkins, each bigger than her head. Mother Gothel stared, blushing at her daughter’s huge tits.
      Rapunzel’s legs grew to match her sofa-like hips. Her thighs thickened, plainly visible under her shrinking skirt. Her dress was in tatters like wrapping paper, and underneath was a beautiful young woman, now matured to perfection.
      “Wow…” Mother said.
      “You’re not mad?”
      “Of course I am!”
      Rapunzel giggled. “I can’t take you seriously with that squeaky voice.”
      “But honey—“
      “No buts: we’re going to see those mystery lights on my birthday,” she declared. “But first, maybe some new clothes.”