The dot grew larger and became a helicopter, smaller than the first.

The dot on the horizon became a speck and then grew larger the closer I got to it.

The dot did not grow in size, the nearer the ship sailed.

Four dots were skimming along over the terraces toward them and growing larger by the second.

The black dot grew, expanded, began swallowing the image on the screen.

He fell feet first, watching a small yellow dot between his boots slowly grow.

A black dot grew as it moved their way.

Black dots were growing large like separated shreds of cloud.

A tiny dot in the western sky grew larger.

The dots grew larger and larger until I saw only red.