As time passes, the spot grows into a small boil.

The spot where she had been pulled under grew calm.

The fire was exhausted, but it had served its purpose; the red spot on the sky grew larger.

But when he feared it would vanish quite, the spot grew, and became a figure once more.

A tiny dark spot rapidly grew into a green rectangle.

The small spot in the distance grew quickly as it raced toward them.

At the center a black spot grew dense and large.

And in that deep blue a dark spot grew.

The black spot that hid the sun was growing larger.

Where the sword still stood in the thing's flesh, a white spot was growing.