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  "description_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>(Note: Story size is far too big for this description box. Please hit download if you wanna read!)<br /><br />Commission for jumpingbeetle!<br /><br />Woop, this is the second time I&#039;ve been asked to write a story this long, and the first time I&#039;ve been asked to write so many growth scenes started from scratch in a single tale. Seems to have turned out alright!<br /><br />So, if you&#039;re into human giantesses going through unstoppable and powerful growth spurts, I&#039;m sure you&#039;ll find a lot of that to chew on in here! Please enjoy. :D</span>",
  "writing": "This is a commission for jumpingbeetle (DeviantArt.com)\n\nWarning: This story contains growth, macro, mega macro, clothes-ripping, building outgrowing and unintentional destruction.\n\n---------------------------------\n\nOut of this World, by DragonMasterX.\n\nWaking up in the middle of the night was never a good omen for Cheryl. Ever since she was a young girl, between emergency calls and hospital runs for a loved one had left her pessimistic about breaking her sleep schedule. That was why the instant she opened her eyes to a place she had never been before and felt her movement restricted to a chair she didn't remember sitting down, the girl seized up.\n\nA hand immediately slapped her mouth shut before Cheryl could scream, so she ended producing a forceful although ultimately muffled yelp against a rubbery palm. Her body tensed up in a most horrible fashion as her drowsiness dispersed in favor of seeing a sight she would have paid to be able to leave unseen.\n\nIt wasn't just an unfamiliar location. Several people Cheryl had never seen in her life were gathered around her, with couples of others muttering behind those immediately in front of her. She couldn't tell where she was based on the layout, but it smelled of stale air and brick dust.\n\nCheryl's eyes darted around for any clue to provide her with the smallest hint of security, but the windows of the dark room were blocked. She couldn't even see the exit door thanks to all the men standing right in front of her. She was unable to move thanks to fastened rope looping eight times around her, keeping her arms and back tied against a plain wooden chair. Her eyes began to water as tears welled up, her cheeks flushing with red color as the sourness of her situation rapidly caught up with her. ``Please...'' the woman weakly spoke into the hand keeping her muffled. ``Where am I? Who are you? Why am I tied up?'' she wanted answers that no one seemed to be in a hurry to give her. Quite the ordeal when her words failed against hand pressure. Of all the ideas that occurred to her, none of them inspired any sort of confidence.\n\nThe hand which was on her mouth gently separated from Cheryl's face and she could finally attribute the rubbery sensation to thin, surgical gloves the man was wearing. His eyes were obscured by the lack of room lighting and the mask over the rest of his face made Cheryl immediately think of a particularly sinister medical practitioner. The other two observing her were wearing the same kinds of clothes. Gradually, Cheryl's voice dared to speak again, unobstructed this time. ``Please...'' she begged, her throat feeling particularly arid in contrast to her heavy salivating mouth. She was a nervous wreck, ``I'm just a financial consultant. I can't... I could give you anything you want, but I'm barely scraping by as it is! Please don't hurt me.''\n\nYet somehow, Cheryl could tell by the expressionless silence that these people weren't after money. The way she was tied and the way they were dressed didn't indicate sexual abuse was in their plans. Only two muttering voices spewing complicated technical words that Cheryl barely could remember glancing over a chemistry book back in high school provided noise. Growing anxiety gave way to fear and frustration which made the poor woman begin to tap her feet against the floor impatiently. Finally, she shouted: ``Why won't you say anything?! What do you people want from me...?! Ah...!'' her voice trailed off at first. For a split second, she saw one of the rigid medics take a step forwards and before she could know what hit her, a needle had been stabbed into her neck.\n\n``Carotid located. Administration under way,'' said the man holding the syringe full of some sort of greenish liquid. Cheryl's eyes became paralyzed and her voice seemed to vanish into a thin, breathless squeak. Her heart seemed to stop for a moment before it started racing as she felt the serum within the injector being pumped into her veins.\n\n``Did he say carotid? He went for my jugular!'' Cheryl's mind was going nuts. She couldn't believe she was still alive if the man wasn't bluffing; a particularly precise level of skill was necessary for a stunt like this, or so she had heard from her medical dramas. Yet she wasn't bleeding out or in physical pain. ``But why?!'' she still couldn't speak, but something told her they wouldn't answer her anyway.\n\n``Monitoring in progress...'' the other two medics appeared to busy themselves writing down notes on clipboards. The way they spoke and unerringly acted reminded Cheryl of automatons. She briefly wondered what kind of frightening people she had apparently pissed off to get into a mess like this.\n\nBut Cheryl hadn't lied about her profession or her station in life. A meek and humble pencil pusher like her wasn't capable of incurring the wrath of any mafia boss or worse, could she? Before her dramatic analysis got too far, however, a different, more realistic, far grimmer reality dawned upon her. ``Human... testing...?'' she began squirming, then struggling, and finally thrashing in her chair. ``What was that?!'' she instantly demanded the second the medic pulled back and put a swab of cotton over her exposed vein. The disinfectant stung a little, but that was merely a grunt of discomfort compared to her desperation. ``Did you poison me? Was that poison?! Am I a lab rat about to die?!'' she cried out, summoning all of her strength in a pathetic surge of self-preserving bravado. The ropes were stronger.\n\nAs Cheryl contemplated expiration, her flailing involuntarily seemed to die down. She had a lot more useless to go through, yet her body appeared to disobey. ``Is this the effect of the poison?!'' she asked herself, strangely set on perishing from poisoning in spite of her desire to live. But instead of the burning sensation she expected to tear her insides apart, serene warmth appeared to take over her mid-section. From her center the strange sensation spread to the rest of her body, leaving not a single inch of her being untouched; from her curling toes to the tip of each individual strand of hair in her dark brown bob cut.\n\nIt wasn't a feeling of dread that invaded Cheryl, but confusion. ``If these people are not evil scientists then what did they inject me with? I feel so strange... I feel weak, yet I don't feel tired at all. All to the contrary, I feel more awake than ever. And it feels like I have to... that I have to...'' her thoughts diminished into half-construed ideas as she started feeling hotter and hotter. Her heart was racing again, but this time from unknown pleasure stemming from her skin. Her clothes felt tighter and the extra snug embrace of cotton and denim were like constraints against her body. ``Ahh!'' she moaned out loud, ``What's going on...?'' poor Cheryl gasped out loud, panting and throwing her head back.\n\nHer entire body seemed to pulse like a giant singular organ, generating spasms that made her noisily stretch her outfit. ``Everything... feels... smaller...'' she grunted in discomfort, but then she realized the ropes were extra tight all of a sudden as well. When Cheryl finally managed to crane her head back down she began to notice how, in gradual fashion, she seemed to be stretching all over; expanding larger and larger with every breath she took. ``N-no... I'm... growing?!'' she exclaimed, being confused all over again. Her lips trembled as her tearing eyes glanced over at her captors with a pleading look. ``What was it...?!'' the growing girl demanded as the muttering finally died down. The three scientists and the two men behind them began to step away from Cheryl as her bindings noisily protested against her enlarging form. ``What have you done to me...?''\n\n``Extreme reaction to compound B0367,'' one of the medics spoke while writing down on his clipboard. ``Write subject down for further examination.''\n\nCheryl groaned as the rope started digging into her chest, arms and waist. She could feel her tights coming apart around her legs while they grew with the rest of her. Her high heels loudly clicked against the wooden floor, plastic starting to crack and fall apart with her feet increasing in size. Cheryl felt as if her toes had become trapped in a compress, the heels turning into a snug prison rather than the simply uncomfortable fashion statement they were supposed to be. \n\nThe young woman's toes were the first to find liberation, making Cheryl let out a sigh of relief as air began to waft in through the cracked plastic. Her toes were still curled, but with extra room began wiggling about with nylon busting at the seams around her feet digits. The bewildering sensation of her expanding body was enough to cause Cheryl to stomp her feet down, snapping the heels of her footwear under the weight and force. ``It feels... ahh! Why does it feel so good?!'' she moaned in reluctant pleasure. She felt horrible since she was being examined like a lab rat, unable to stop herself from baring disgracing displays in front of the strangers.\n\nBut she couldn't stop the process. Cheryl was forced to feel her tights shredding, her blazer buttons popping off one after another, the fabric of her shirt splitting apart and the cotton of her bra cups thinning out until being pulled apart by her burgeoning breasts. Her skirt was tearing up vertically alongside her hips, too wide to be properly covered now.  It wasn't just her nipples rubbing against the increasingly tight confines of her underwear, however, she was being driven crazy by how the bottom unmentionables continued to press over her ladyhood and butt. She didn't just feel uncomfortable, Cheryl felt absolutely molested by her own clothes!\n\n``Moving to ranged observation,'' the scientist to the left side said, heading back after writing down on his clipboard. The door at the far back closed as quickly as it opened, or so Cheryl was able to tell from the minimum amount of light that briefly pervaded the room.\n\n``Wait, don't...! Don't leave me alone, you bastards!'' Cheryl shouted out loud, finding a tiny shred of bravery after the captors had finally left. But she couldn't stay mad for too long, hormones rushing to and clouding her brain synaptic processes. She had already grown several inches taller, which had secretly always been her dream, but the process didn't look finished to her. Even with her clothes being half-way into a trash bin, her body continued to swell and grow, pushing out against the now failing roping. ``This is too much!'' she helplessly yelped, ``I can't stop!''\n\nAnd stop she did not. Cheryl had no choice but to relish the heavenly sensation of renewed freedom as she felt and saw the top rope stretch to such a point that her pulsing body was tearing it apart. Then suddenly, a series of snaps were heard when the bindings came apart and scattered like the tatters they were. Stretching her sore arms out, Cheryl wasted no time in pushing herself off the chair, intent on escaping. But before her legs could properly respond, she found herself wobbling over to a wall. ``Ahhh... why am I... oh God, I'm feeling so light-headed! Is this that drug's fault too...?'' she thought while holding her head.\n\nThe now six and half feet woman had an unexpectedly long journey ahead of her as she dragged herself along the wall. In spite of it being a small room, her state made Cheryl feel like she was stuck in the longest corridor of her life. Everything felt slower for some reason and she couldn't stave off that alien feeling of pleasure suppressing her every rational thought. Panting, she eventually doubled over and let out a nearly orgasmic cry, barely able to stop herself from toppling over with a hand on the wall. ``I'm... Nnghh...!'' she grunted, scared and aroused at the same time. Her body appeared to capitalize from the heightened sensations, drawing from the rush in order to swell even faster.\n\nOne by one, her formal business suit's individual components were forcibly in a most spectacular fashion. Her blazer had been fully opened, exposing her stretched-over shirt underneath. But Cheryl had no time to remove the superficial part of the attire by hand when the growth worsened. She felt the fabric coming apart at her back in a similar fashion to her ruined below skirt, except this one busted a seam at the center with widened into a hole that split the outfit up and down. The growing woman only had a moment to flail each arm and discard the forced-apart halves because very soon she started feeling the tightness around her sleeves.\n\n``Nnghh! Why is it getting even faster?! I'm already too big! I'm too big!'' she yelled, as if this was all a controlled experiment somebody could stop with the press of a button. Cheryl's frustration only grew as she could see her tanned skin through the now semi-transparent material of her casual business shirt.\n\nCheryl never had trouble shopping for clothes. She was rather plain, although just right in the curve development. Not too busty and not too fat either, so anything average usually fit her. Now that she was of amazonian height and growing, that usually loose shirt was now being worn as something of a second skin over her expanding form. The sleeves quickly began to tear apart and the small buttons popped off with haste. ``Ahhh...! Why does this feel... so good?!''\n\nInch upon inch, Cheryl grew taller and taller, and she could almost feel it accelerate the most exasperated she became. No matter what she did however, she couldn't calm down. How could she, when she was already over seven feet tall and her outfit had become a mess of stretched, clingy tatters and strings?! ``Even if I do manage to get out, I'll be completely naked! What do I do?! I don't have my phone with me; they must have taken it with them!'' she sobbed, smashing a fist on a wall and leaving a small indentation on it. ``N-no, I have to make it out! Have to get help! Maybe if I get to a hospital f-fuh-fast enough...'' she began to stammer, and the effort she made to walk forwards ended with Cheryl clumsily slipping and rolling on the floor with a heavy thud.\n\n``I can't mooooove! Ugh!'' the overwhelmed young girl grunted, barely mustering up strength in order to sit up. ``Ahh! Wuh-what is that? In my gut... it feels like...!'' she anxiously felt over her exposed mid-riff, just catching the sight of her bra splitting down the middle and its straps snapping off her shoulders. It was strange at first, but Cheryl was convinced of the deep sound her body was making because as soon as she had detected it, she pulsed all over and suddenly grew a whole foot larger.\n\n``Eeeeeyaaah!'' the girl shrieked, slamming both closed hands onto the floor ahead of her as she sat up on her knees. Her body burst forth with such immediacy that the remains of her outfit practically exploded out of her and were finally pushed off her person when a second growth spurt completed her ascension to a staggering 10ft. tall. ``Can't stop it. Can't stop it. Can't stop...!'' she panted, feeling the growth return to a gradual but accelerated pace again.\n\nShe was growing so big so fast now that Cheryl could feel the ceiling getting closer and closer without her having to look up. Still kneeling down, the front of feet slid across the wooden floor as Cheryl enlarged. She could feel each of her pretty toenails scraping against wood. The room was so empty that she didn't collide with anything at first. But the moment her left foot reached the wall she had been using for support, the coldness made her lurch up in reflex. Cheryl groaned as she finally hit her head against the ceiling, but instead of the girl reeling down from pain, her head went right through as if the ceiling had been made of papier-mache.\n\nAll the growing giantess could do was watch in a panic as her growth continued to accelerate without end. She had intended to escape the building, but those hopes had been dashed by her constantly expanding form taking up too much space. Cheryl was soon filling up the room she had woken up in, her hips and sides growing into the walls while her feet planted themselves against the surfaces behind her.\n\nAs her sliding knees scraped over the wooden floor and the contiguous floor began to house the upper part of her body, Cheryl began to wonder just how high up she was in what was obviously an apartment complex. The new floor was even more dimly lit as the first, and just as empty. No, the word she was thinking of was abandoned. She had been kidnapped and put in a dingy old abandoned apartment for a shady test on some drug that makes humans grow. Cheryl could simply not fathom who would have a need for something like that, but right now her concern was surviving the ordeal. No matter how big she got, she figured, if she fell from high enough she could break a bone or worse.\n\n``I have to remain still... try to... ride this out!'' Cheryl trembled as she made the decision to keep herself from stumbling forwards; she couldn't afford that anymore and was scared to even make it out this time. ``Nngh! Ahh!'' she whimpered as her growth made her bang her head into the next ceiling, ``This is so annoying! Stop growing already!'' she cried out, grumbling as her elbows began to grind against the sidewalls and her feet finally smashed through the brick wall behind her. Cheryl could feel all the debris and dust filling up the spaces between her toes, which made her squeamish as if she had gotten hard-to-get-rid-of sand in her feet.\n\nShe continued to boom larger, and Cheryl was soon informed, in a less-than-gentle way, that she hadn't started growing at the basement floor after all. ``N-no...'' she hiccupped shyly and began to shift around nervously, feeling the floor under her legs and knees begin to give out. ``No no no. Nonononono!'' she frantically repeated, eventually screaming as she fell through with a loud crash. And then she crashed through another floor. And another.\n\n``Ouch! Ouch! Owwie owwie ouch!'' the thirty foot tall giantess whined after each crash through, but the truth was this wasn't hurting her at all. Cheryl had been scared about getting hurt all along, but other than her acrophobia she couldn't believe how relatively fine she felt even after that series of falls. She figured two things out: One, her body had become a lot tougher than she had expected and two, she had apparently made it to the basement floor already. ``Those jerks knew this would happen, didn't they? Why would they start me up at that floor? I could've died...!'' she grumbled, coughing from the dust cloud trapped within the apartment. ``Oooooh, I can't take any more of this!''\n\nJust as Cheryl said that, her arms, tired of being pressed together, finally punched their way out to stretch. Before Cheryl could realize what she had done out of sheer frustration, the building began to come down on her. ``Eeeeeek!'' she shouted out, retracting her arms and bracing herself for the falling floors. But it didn't seem like she was going to suffer from this disaster either. That familiar feeling in her gut returned with a vengeance, making her widen her eyes in spite of her arms blocking her sight.\n\nAll of a sudden, Cheryl's body began to rumble like a revving-up engine. The sensation quaked all over her skin and she almost lost it again to the ensuing pleasure. She exploded with size. First, she doubled in size, making brick, wood and glass bounce off her rising body harmlessly. Next, she doubled in size yet again, making the collapsing apartment fall apart to the sides as her body flared with intensity.\n\nAt over a hundred feet tall, Cheryl was simply enveloped in what seemed to be a never-ending cloud of dust. The surge of size left her woozy and exhausted, but also so incredibly horny she was covered from chin to forehead in red. Saliva was dripping over her lips, yet her heavy breaths were just as dry as her parched throat was. She didn't understand; she couldn't; Cheryl had been taken for the wildest ride of her life. And she only seemed to be growing bigger, her gigantic form swelling more and more, overtaking the size of the now demolished apartment she had just grown out of. When the dust finally settled, Cheryl shook all over like a wet canine, getting dust off her as she weakly raised her head. The sight of the night sky and the moon casting its eerie yet somewhat comforting light onto her light-brown skin made her feel oddly at ease.\n\nShe was surrounding by buildings her feet were threatening to smash into. Nearby vehicles were getting pushed off by her advancing soles. Her head was quickly overtaking some of the roofs she had been briefly looking up at. Cheryl began to laugh, ``Heh. Heh...'' It was a tired, half-hearted laugh. The expansion seemed to have taken a lot out of her, both physically and mentally. The excessive toll was so great that her consciousness finally gave away. Never once did she wonder how big she had become, but before she passed out from exertion, the giantess had ended over 150ft. tall. Blackness shrouded her vision and she felt herself vanish.\n\n---------------\n\n``Ahh!'' Cheryl screamed back to consciousness, sitting up with brusque impulse. Her ears were ringing and her eyes wide, her lungs working overtime to supply air for her irregular panting. The buildings were gone, and she wasn't outside anymore. Cheryl found herself back home, alone and safe in her apartment. Her bedroom was as it always had been, and her bed covers were draped over her lower body.\n\nShe was twitchy and confused, but also very consciously concerned. ``That was... was that just a nightmare? A dream?'' Cheryl carefully brought a hand to her cheek and she winced a little as she pinched herself. Her other hand slowly removed the covers and she found herself in her pajamas instead of naked and caked in building debris and dust.  ``That felt so real...'' she shook a little and threw the covers back on, slowly sinking back under them.\n\nThe darkness of her room almost seemed comforting. Cheryl couldn't believe that horrible experience had been fabricated by her mind during her sleeping hours; kidnapped, drugged and being stuck without control of her own body.  While contemplating the freakishly realistic events as her brain recollected them, Cheryl's phone startled her with an alarm. ``Eeeeyah!'' she screamed, diving away from her bed and onto the floor, bed covers tugged along for the ride. ``Owie...''\n\n``I'm still on edge...'' a frustrated Cheryl lamented, rubbing the resulting bump on her left knee. Scrambling to get onto her bed, she untangled herself from the covers and reached for her vibrating phone, sliding on the touch screen to stop the alarm. ``Oh no! I have no time for dreams!'' she said, staring at the date on her phone screen. The alarm had been on point since she had been considering going back to sleep, but now Cheryl's worries seemed completely funneled elsewhere.\n\nShe dashed to the bathroom to get a quick shower in, leaving her phone on top of her dresser where a small folding calendar with that day's date was circled in red. ``Big presentation!'' was scribbled on empty space and connected by an arrow that pointed at the date.\n\nCheryl hadn't lied to those stiff kidnappers. She had majored in finances at college and the young girl presently belonged to a small consultation office for four years now. Nothing especially fancy, but it paid her bills and kept her fed. Cheryl wasn't a particularly ambitious person, and with her shy demeanor and short stature she was mostly invisible. All she really wanted was a quiet and peaceful life.\n\nThat day, both of her main desires were out of the window. Every semester it was customary for one of the firm's consultants to be chosen for a projection-based presentation for the company itself. It served both as a financial awareness report for the office as well as a chance for peer review. Cheryl had been selected two weeks prior, and she had been stressing out all that time preparing everything for her presentation.\n\nOnce finished at the shower, Cheryl quickly toweled herself dry and proceeded to outfit herself. She had only two variations of the same business casual outfit, and the only formality she chose to go with was a professional looking vest on top of her blazer. She quickly settled her bob cut bangs into place and gently smacked her cheeks in front of the mirror. After slipping into her high heels, she clicked them in place and grabbed her things, rushing out with only a peeled banana in her free hand. She disliked eating big breakfasts before big moments, since she always got too nervous and it could get her sick.\n\nThe city Cheryl lived in was a large metropolis where one could feel the taller buildings practically falling on top of them. Transit was a nightmare, but Cheryl was still stuck doing commute until she could afford a car. She had her license, but not having to live with the upkeep costs and stress of driving her own vehicle suited her just fine for the time being.\n\nThe office was bustling as usual. Consultants were coming and going in spite of the early hour. Cheryl had made sure to be especially early for her presentation since the review board could be especially prickly about presentation days, so she meekly bowed her head to anybody she came across who seemed to be looking at her and made her way down to the meeting room.\n\nThe projector silently hummed to life as she hit the remote. Cheryl put down her laptop and connected the VGA slot with the projector's cable, smiling as she saw a projection of her desktop. ``Glad it worked on the first try!'' she thought to herself, gaining a breath of relief. More than once she had had bad times during which technology simply refused to cooperate, making her presentations twice as hard since digital slides and power point files were the industry standard. She hardly remembered ever picking up a marker and writing down on boards anymore.\n\nCheryl frantically double and triple checked everything was running fine and that she had her files in working order. She remembered having done so the previous night, but she couldn't be too sure. Things seemed fine. She sighed, took a deep breath and turned to the entrance of the meeting room. She could see figures gathering outside. For once, she decided to be assertive and went to welcome her superiors.\n\nBut Cheryl was so nervous that her movements were like that of a robot with rusted articulations. She had a particularly bad case of stage fright, which naturally became further exacerbated during peer reviews. She was sure of everything she had done and she could speak at length with people one-on-one without missing a beat, but when it was multiple people she started to feel dizzy and sluggish. Before she could tell, Cheryl's ears picked up the sound of people's voices greeting her and making their way inside, filling up the seats while she stood there, half-way through the exit.\n\n``Not feeling well, dear?'' Cheryl's boss, Mr. Hartman, was one of the most exigent men she had ever met. But he had always treated her with respect. An old but well-mannered old-school accountant, he commanded the respect of his subordinates both with his generous bonuses and stern salary cuts. His presence in a room always made his employees stand on edge, and Cheryl was the least possible exception. Yet for such a ``results are all that matter'' kind of man, his tone transmitted genuine concern. ``You look pale. Do you need to use the restroom before we begin?''\n\n``A-ahh!'' Cheryl snapped to attention, ``N-no. I was just... getting the door for you gentlemen! That's all! J-juh-gentlemen and lady!'' she corrected herself with a nervous laugh, her hand stroking the edge of the door before she actually managed to grab it and close it behind the last person entering the meeting room.\n\n``Ah. Right, thank you. Let us begin then,'' Mr. Hartman said, taking the seat of the chairman, naturally.\n\n``R-right!'' Cheryl tried to sound as reliable as she could muster, but her boss' eagerness only seemed to be spearing the arrows of ``Get going!'' and ``Hurry up!'' through her poor heart.\n\nWith a skip in her step, Cheryl made her way over to her laptop and used the dimmer to adjust the lighting and set the focus on the projector screen. With a gliding finger over the touchpad, Cheryl went to click on her presentation, but she couldn't get the cursor to move for some reason. ``Um...'' her smile gradually transformed into a mellow stare that quickly devolved into an eye-darting, nerve-wracked grin. ``Th-thu-the mouse won't move... I mean the touchpad isn't responding...'' she mumbled.\n\nThere was a series of mumbles that followed alongside some whispering. One of her peer consultants spoke in a loud voice. ``Hey, Cheryl, if you didn't bring a mouse, why don't you check if you got the touchpad enabled?''\n\n``Huh? Oh!'' the girl froze up and her face turned red. It had happened to her before, and enough times that she knew what the fix was, but never to check before panicking. ``Thanks!'' she quickly tried to laugh it off and cursed her own clumsiness. ``Must've disabled it by accident while I was fiddling around earlier...!'' she grumbled to herself, hitting the function key combination on her keyboard which restored touchpad functionality.\n\nAfter that short and slightly amusing hiccup, the presentation was underway. Cheryl couldn't help but notice the wry smiles on several of her coworkers. She couldn't be sure of what they were thinking, but having them stare at her so intently convinced her brain that they were ready to roast her inside of an oven. The one ray of hope was Mr. Hartman, ever silent and at the most shifting on his seat throughout the talk.\n\n``...a-and as you can see, the March s-suh-sales lead into this um...'' Cheryl was using her pointer to show a simple bar graph that everybody in the room was familiar with. There really was no need for Cheryl to tell her fellow professionals what she was referring to when she was pointing at it so fervently, but she seemed to have forgotten the word she wanted to use. She stood still, her body shaking a little before coming to a full stop.\n\nCheryl was drawing a blank.\n\n``...the retained earnings, right?'' one of the female coworkers pitched in. Cheryl let out a gasp and began nodding her head up and down.\n\n``Y-yes! Um, th-thank you!'' the nervous consultant tried to laugh it off again, but this time she was significantly less convincing. It was clear she had fumbled, but it looked like the ball was still rolling. ``As well, if you t-take a look at page five of the report, you'll see a detailed note-down of everyone's contributions to the semester. So uhm...'' she began to grip and spin the pointer in her hands, biting her lips a little as nobody on the table was looking at her notes, save for Mr. Hartman. Whether by intense observation, interest in oral exposition or brief distraction, it looked like her suggestion had gone by completely ignored.\n\n``Why are they staring so much?!'' Cheryl thought with an inaudible groan. ``Jeez, cut me a break! This didn't start off so well...'' she mentally sobbed, but what she couldn't see that her coworkers could was something far more intriguing than her nervous presentation. Her clothes were particularly snug around her form, and Cheryl's curves appeared significantly more prominent the way her attire seemed a little too undersized for her. ``Ugh, the atmosphere's so thick and heavy... should I repeat myself? Crack a joke to break the ice?'' her mind raced with doubt, knees touching together as she pulled at her shirt collar. It was very hard to tug on it, however.\n\nIt was then that she finally took notice.\n\nBut Cheryl couldn't believe it. She felt it in her bones and muscles. Her insides had begun heating up as if she had spent the last fifteen minutes in a sauna. She wasn't sweating, yet she felt like she had swallowed the sun itself. It wasn't merely a suggestion from her body either, the urge was manifesting on top of her nerves and anxiety. ``No. No, this can't be...'' Cheryl thought as she tried to remain as calm as possible given the situation, but her eyes confirmed what her skin had been screaming since she was finally able to perceive the tighter clothes; she was steadily growing larger.\n\nCheryl couldn't just run away, however. Mr. Hartman was still sitting there; the only one paying attention to her meticulous although generally underappreciated notes. She could only fear the reprisal if she dared to cut and run without explanation. ``That wasn't a dream?!'' she screamed in her head, becoming woozier and more distracted as she made the attempt to follow through with the presentation, trying her hardest to convince herself this was just her nerves. She didn't want to believe the phenomenon that was clearly making her stretch out into amazonian heights once again. ``Please stop. This isn't happening!'' she made her best attempt at denying it, but the mutterings and whispers were only serving to upset her further. Cheryl could hear them mumbling about their disbelief and their words were growing louder and more concerned.\n\nHer vest protested the hardest; eventually making the consultant seated the closest to Cheryl gasp out loud as the button at the top snapped and flew right off her suit and into a cabinet to the far back. Cheryl was trembling all over, her body's swelling so painfully slow that she could almost feel each fiber of her shirt and tights fighting a losing battle. Try as she might, Cheryl couldn't suppress that urgency her body had to expand.\n\n``A-as you can see...'' the shy girl's quivering lips and shaky eyes belied her ever increasing height. Her clothes stretching audibly now, she was able to compete with the tallest man in the room already. And yet she did her best to see her job through. It was impossible for her to discern priorities; and she just hoped this equally impossible situation was another dream. ``...i-if the... if the quarterly projections m-muh-mimic the... ah...''\n\n``Is she... seriously getting bigger? Tell me I'm not imagining this,'' the mutterings didn't stop.\n\n``The button from her vest almost capped me in the forehead, I'm sure I didn't imagine that!'' another voice responded in low tone.\n\n``A-and are the rest of her clothes gonna...?'' It was simply impossible for Cheryl to continue. Dream or no dream, nightmare or not, this was so humiliating!\n\n``Enough of your chattering,'' Mr. Hartman's voice raised over everybody else's, in clear tone. ``Why are you disrespecting your fellow co-worker with your drivel when she is...'' as the old man's impatient sermon began, it simultaneously seemed to grind to a halt as his eyes finally left Cheryl's notes and focused on the sight ahead. The veteran accountant paused, took his glasses off and cleaned them before putting them back on again. ``...what in tarnation...?''\n\nThat was it. The moment Mr. Hartman's words full of shock entered everybody's ears, the mutterings and mumbles grew into a heated discussion focused on Cheryl's enlarging form. Inevitably, the questions began piling up before her; none of them on the topic of quarterly projections obviously.\n\nIf Cheryl had to describe what she felt at that moment, she simply couldn't handle the paradoxical chaos swirling up her mind. With each person expressing their shock, concern, curiosity and even surprising amounts of attractiveness to what was going on with her, Cheryl felt as if she were shrinking in spite of her clothes becoming undone by her constantly expanding form. Regardless of how convinced she was she had been thrust into another nightmarish realm of psychological torture; the pressure was driving her insane. She couldn't hold it inside any longer and finally dropped her pointer, grabbed her head and let out a scream. ``Ahhhhhh!''\n\nThe outburst silenced those present and then, as if previewing a coming storm, the evenly amused and surprised witnesses saw the girl suddenly bang her head on the hanging projector as her body swelled a couple feet larger instantaneously. Snaps and rips were the accompanying sonorous melody of Cheryl's business clothes once more falling prey to her burgeoning form. Everyone was shocked now.\n\nThe poor growing girl groaned from the rush of pain and lost her balance in the ensuing panic, slipping and falling on her large rump with a thud. Mr. Hartman and a few others instinctively got off their chairs and rushed to help Cheryl up, but were discouraged when she let out a moan and grew another couple of feet bigger. ``Nnghh! Th-this feels too real! I can feel the pain. Why can I feel the pain?!'' she internally sobbed, ``N-no!'' she begged, as if her body and her mind were on two opposing fronts and one needed to convince the other.\n\nTaken by surprise, Mr. Hartman and the co-worker who had helped Cheryl solve the touch-pad issue earlier were both bowled over by the nervous consultant's feet. She grew so big so fast that at the same time her high heels burst apart, her toes and feet tore through her tights and involuntarily kicked both men down. ``Ahh! M-M-Muh-Mr. Hartman! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!'' the sniveling Cheryl frantically apologized, ``I can't stop it! I can't control it!'' she warned, feeling the meeting room turning more and more claustrophobia-inducing as her body peeled off her shrinking clothes.\n\n``Oof!'' the men groaned and tried to skitter away. Mr. Hartman was surprisingly fast enough to move out of the way, but the other guy was continuously pushed by Cheryl's advancing feet. The table was soon vacated before it too was knocked over by the amazon's lengthening extremities. Cheryl made an attempt to pull back her feet to stand up, but she was growing so quickly it was impossible to maintain steady footing. She could feel spilled water from knocked over paper cups, her notes and other personal effects landing on her expanding feet yet bouncing off.\n\n``Why here...? Why now?!'' Cheryl lamented in her mind as her arms flailed backwards and tried to keep herself steady, but her grip had become strong enough to collapse plaster already. ``Ahhh! I'm sorry!'' she apologized again, unable to help herself from destroying the meeting room simply by increasing her height.\n\n``She's getting too freaking big! Let's go!''\n\n``We got Miles out!'' one of the women said as she and another coworker managed to pull out the unconscious guy being smothered by Cheryl's tremendous feet.\n\n``Mr. Hartman, what do we do? Call an ambulance? The police- the fire department?!''\n\n``For now, evacuate the building!'' the older accountant sounded off, ``Who knows how big she will get?! We have to get out of here before she brings down the place and us with it!''\n\nUpset beyond measure, Cheryl could only watch in fright as her boss and all of her co-workers fled the meeting room. ``Please...! Help me! I can't... I can't stop it! I'm not... ahhh!'' she truly was unable to stop it. Cheryl grew and grew, and what began as a calm and orderly building-vacating order turned into a full blown panic evacuation when her elbows and heels crashed through the walls and her head went through to the second floor. ``No! Please stop! Please stop! I don't want to grow anymooooooooore...!'' she pleaded and begged, she cried and shouted, but her body only expanded faster and faster.\n\nJust like with the previous building Cheryl had grown out of, the office she had been working at for so long began to crumble around her as her naked body outgrew it. Her soles bashed through plaster, bricks, glass, wood and metal. Nothing could stop or contain her. She eventually felt one of her arms smash through to the outside while the other continued to grow deeper into the office building, starting to invade other sectors. The one blessing in disguise was that Cheryl wasn't being hurt once she had become large enough. It seemed like the building, in addition to offering less resistance against her ascending form, felt increasingly brittle and almost gentle with her.\n\nBut no matter how quasi-pleasant the experience became, all Cheryl could do was tighten and tense up, shutting her eyes and begging every higher power she could come up with in her mind to stop this madness. There was no divine intervention, only a giant woman filling up a building from within.\n\nAnd so did Cheryl grow and grow and grow, smashing up everything she had ever known in the office until her girth had become too imposing for the building to contain. Those outside saw the financial firm gradually come apart, with increasingly violent shakes and rumbles that evolved into full on fissure-generating quakes. The young consultant's head bashed through the top followed by the rest of her nude body which was soon laid bare in all of its two hundred feet tall glory.\n\nAll the young girl could do was throw her arms around her exposed bits and cradle herself. Cheryl had been longing for freedom after being constrained for so many heavily frustrating minutes, but now that she was outside, the camera flashes and torrent of attention made her wish she went back to being her usual, invisible self. ``Nooooooooooooooooo!'' she screamed out loud, shivering at the cool air caressing her gigantic body.\n\nCheryl could only remember a single instance of something this embarrassing happening before. It was during her teenage years, at a summer camp where everybody had been enjoying time off at the lake. A particularly sturdy and perseverant tree branch Cheryl had absentmindedly snagged her swimsuit on had ripped it off, leaving her mostly nude in front of everybody else. This situation was at the very least forty times worse given the scope of her size, but her ultimate reaction was exactly the same.\n\nForgetting briefly that she was a giantess, the shame-blinded Cheryl stood up, arms still covering her modest although scaled-up curves, and took off in the direction of least resistance. She somehow managed to avoid crushing pedestrians, but the same couldn't be said for streetlights, parked food stands and even some empty vehicles that were in her way. It was a huge city after all.\n\nCheryl ran and ran. She just wanted to disappear and curl up just as she had done all those years before. The macro-scale woman's perception of time diluted so she never quite knew how long it took her to make it to the beach side of town. But at her eventual arrival, Cheryl made a most spectacular vanishing act under water.\n\nShe never knew why it had to happen, but the giant girl had to disappear. And just when she couldn't take it anymore, the solitude of swimming away into the ocean helped her calm her nerves. Cheryl understood now that there was no conceivable way this was possible, but it was happening and she had to face it head on.\n\nMinutes after paddling away, the tremendously large girl found herself several miles away from the city. There was a strange yet comforting amount of quiet and peace in the rocking waves. Cheryl wondered why there weren't any newscast helicopters hovering above her, but then she began to notice how the tranquil waves were supposed to farther away from her eyes. It took her a moment of experimenting with her hands, but then she finally was able to see each time she scooped water up from the sea, foam became more concentrated and certainly less diluted. ``But that can only be true if...'' Cheryl muttered and looked around to find any way to compare herself to any object.\n\nAll that surrounded her was water. Land was miles away and she slowly started realizing she was stranded, naked, in the middle of the ocean. ``Ahh! You've got to be kidding me! Am I shrinking?!'' she began to panic. In her desperation she had swam so much, so hard, so fast, that she had cleared a Herculean amount of distance in record time. ``But if I'm really shrinking, I won't be able to cross that distance again before my body tires out! Oh God. Oh God, what do I do?!''\n\nCheryl began to panic, arms flailing and splashing water around. She had to come up with a plan and fast. Unfortunately, there were no ships this far out. The fear of drowning or being hurt, or worse, by a predator out at sea was starting to overwhelm her. She began paddling helplessly in the direction of the city, all worries about her nudity taking a distant place to her personal safety. Just when she was about to give up, however, she saw what looked like a yacht under one of her arms that was doing the arch for crawling. Cheryl couldn't believe how small it was; it almost looked like a model yacht! And then she realized she was only about half a mile away from the coast.\n\n``N-no way!'' she freaked out, immediately diving and bracing herself away. ``I'm huge again?! What's going on... is this... can I actually control this after all...?'' she grunted. Cheryl had to estimate her size in the late hundreds of feet tall if a yacht looked so small to her. After she reemerged a good distance away, the worried woman sighed. ``I can't believe it. But... this day has been unbelievable! I have to try...!''\n\nAnd so she did. Cheryl tried the hardest she had ever tried, but each attempt only made her grow larger and more exhausted. Her body was approaching the thousands of feet, and she gave up once all she could do was float topside like a piece of driftwood. ``Ahhh... this is exhausting. And it only made me bigger! Wait. Maybe if... maybe if I try to relax...?''\n\nBit by bit, Cheryl took her tiredness as an unexpected boon. It helped her to relax and distend. With calm and focused concentration as opposed to fierce mental demands, Cheryl surely enough began to diminish in size. It took her quite a while to learn how to adjust her size properly, and by the time she had the hang of it, morning had become afternoon. The darkness suited her just fine, and she could now approach the coastline at a large size and adjust once she was close enough. ``I'm lucky I didn't become fish bait back there... or a human raisin!'' she sobbed, looking at her soaked hands and hugging herself for warmth.\n\n``What a day...'' the finally normalized Cheryl thought out loud while looking at the huge city. Sirens weren't blaring, so maybe the commotion she had caused had died down. Only two thoughts remained in her exhausted mind. ``I have to make it home somehow. And... I... I guess the presentation... was a complete fiasco.''\n\n----------------\n\nA whole life had to be left behind.\n\nShe never responded to any summons or phone calls after that fateful day. Talk of the amazing growing woman filled the streets of the metropolis and soon reached every corner of the state. It was impossible for the poor girl to live a normal life anymore, but fortunately she was ahead of the game.\n\nCheryl was a name she had to discard as well as her apartment, her things and her city. It took her weeks of traveling and researching, but she found somewhere else to live. After quickly calling in a favor and getting a loan from her bank, and forcing herself to learn to drive, she one day disappeared in a car and nobody ever saw her again.\n\nWhat had happened back then was real and the nightmare lived with her every day. All she wanted to do was forget it, but her body refused to allow it. She felt it in her gut. Her insides would stir every little while during each hour of the day. Multiple times did she bump her head against the ceiling of the car or accelerated without meaning to because she inched upwards unconsciously.\n\nAll the poor girl could do was learn to live with condition, if there was a term for such a peculiarly mind-boggling symptom. She would make stops at the side of the highways when the road was empty and walk out, throw out her clothes and let her body grow, expanding little by little until the urge was sated. But that was only rough patchwork. It would only return later, the sensation just as fresh as the first time, demanding her to cut loose.\n\nHer growth spurts could have the worst timings. Most of the time she had to stop the car, but sometimes she had to rush to the diner she had stopped to eat at and cram herself in its bathroom, allowing herself some breathing room to grow big while praying no one would walk in on her.\n\nShe didn't just have to get away from the scandals. The girl was afraid. What she had initially considered a nightmare, the precursor to the destruction of her office building, was likely the cause of her malady. And she was convinced she had to escape the people responsible for what she was suffering from. If they truly had kidnapped so easily, there was no way they wouldn't try to get to her again if she dared stay in her apartment. \n\nThat was why she had chosen to live her life at a place that had open spaces yet was far removed from the metropolis she had left behind. That was why she traveled west to a mid-eastern rural town reminiscent of her childhood. And that was why she chose to use her late mother's name to disguise her identity. Cheryl was no more, and from now on she would be known as Heather.\n\nKeeping tabs on and learning to live with the fact she could wake up several times taller and with her clothes in tatters was difficult, but reinserting herself into society and with her new identity was a whole different beast to tackle. Fortunately, as soft-spoken and invisible as Heather's past self-used to be, her competence at her previous job had landed her some opportunities from several of her connections that had been glad to be of help to her.\n\nIt certainly took her time, but the months went by and Heather steadily found her place in the quiet yet welcoming suburbs of a mid-western American town.\n\nAnd so, a year came to pass...\n\n-----------\n\nAside a particular kind of stage fright, Heather never had had any difficulties with her job as a consultant. When she first arrived at her new town, she needed a lot of help setting up and she couldn't just go around distributing resumes for the person she had to leave behind. Fortunately for her, she had done good enough work with her connections, enabling her to land a job at a local bank.\n\nIt wasn't the same salary, but what Heather was mostly nervous about was the many new faces she had to get used to. However, the upside of it being a small time rural town gave repeatability and a certain sense of community. Soon enough, the young girl had settled in and just fine. Her only issue was to keep her more than uncommon urges in check nowadays.\n\nOne morning during coffee break, Heather's new boss, Mrs. Drew, approached her.\n\n``Hey, Heather, come over here,'' said the middle-aged yet beautiful manager. It was a surprise to Heather seeing Mrs. Drew alone for once. Usually she always walked with at least two other people, be it their bigger clients or her co-workers, and her secretary in tow.\n\nHeather preemptively turned her first sip of coffee into a sudden gulp that almost seared her palate, having been surprised by the call. Compared to her ex-boss, Mr. Hartman, Mrs. Drew was much mellower and far less strict. Heather wondered if it was the result of managing the only major bank in town, effectively ensuring they never ran out of business. Whatever the case, the young girl couldn't help but be intimidated to be singled out by the boss. ``Y-yes, Mrs. Drew?'' Heather took a moment to hide the tears from her scalded tongue. ``Is there a... problem?''\n\n``What? Oh ho ho, no, you silly girl! I'm just checking up on you,'' Mrs. Drew had a contagious giggle that gradually disarmed Heather's tense reaction into a calmer smile. For all of her misfortune, she was actually happy with her luck with bosses. ``You have been around for most of this year,'' the older woman casually leaned back against one of the free counters, putting away her phone for a moment, ``I'm surprised you could manage your new position so well, and so quickly. Our clients love you.''\n\n``A-ah! W-well,'' Heather began to blush, hiding her eyes behind the bangs over her forehead, part of her embarrassed smile, the commissures, disappearing amongst the side bangs, ``I try to do my best. And it was so nice of you to let me work here on recommendation alone, Mrs. Drew. I'm very thankful for that!''\n\n``Now now, don't be so modest. Here, come with me,'' Mrs. Drew insisted and with a wave of her hand, Heather found herself following after her boss as they toured the large building. ``Heather, we might be a small business compared to the client who recommended you to me, but we're the only bank in town! That gives us an edge city entrepreneurs don't get, mm? '' It was hard to avoid looking at the smirk of amusement and pride on Mrs. Drew's plump lips. Heather had come to know just how much her boss liked to remind everybody the kind of influence she had; but the whimsical, almost childish way she did it reminded Heather of a queen.\n\n``R-right,'' Heather went along, stopping at the small break room next to the offices. She took a seat opposite of Mrs. Drew as they chatted away. When Mrs. Drew asked Heather what she thought of the town, she responded it was a change of pace from where she used to live. Heather liked the people living in town, and they had certainly welcomed her with open arms. It was definitely a dialing down in terms of pressure.\n\n``Right?'' Mrs. Drew took a sip from her freshly prepared tea and relaxed, seemingly enjoying herself. ``Ahh. I love this apple cinnamon flavor. I figured by now you'd have gotten tired of coffee, darling. Would you like to sample it?''\n\nHeather had never had such a casual boss like this before, but she had to admit it felt nice to be noticed for a change. It was hard for her to feel pride without immediately feeling embarrassed by additional attention thanks to her meek disposition. She was happy for the bonds she was building up after all she had left behind. Normally, Heather didn't mind sharing drinks, but she had to decline Mrs. Drew's offer for an entirely different reason. ``Ahh, n-no, thank you, Mrs. Drew. I'm good!''\n\n``Oh? Haha, of course. Silly me, you wouldn't be able to properly appreciate this mild sweetness with the coffee's aftertaste in the way. I simply must have seltzer brought in for just these cases!'' Mrs. Drew laughed, and Heather imitated her. ``Mmm, are you feeling quite alright, dear?''\n\n``Yuh-yes?'' Heather was quick to respond, but she quickly tripped over her own tongue and rebuilt the sentence: ``What do you mean?''\n\n``Ah, well. It's just you appear a little... swollen, I presume? Let me adjust my glasses... Get older, can't see as well as before!'' the chirpy manager grinned, taking her glasses off and beginning to wipe the lenses. To Heather, however, this was no laughing matter.\n\nThe girl had been so preoccupied with not freaking out in front of the boss that she hadn't noticed the extra tightness in her outfit. Nowadays, Heather had developed far more control over her special condition, and it took a grand amount of distraction to break her concentration to hold herself back from growing. ``H-hold on...'' she muttered to herself, noticing the sleeves around her arms and her skirt growing tighter.\n\nInstead of panicking however, Heather calmly got off her seat and swiftly apologized. ``I'm sorry, Mrs. Drew, but I'm actually not feeling very well! Please excuse me!'' she said, making sure to bring her half-finished coffee's paper cup with her.\n\n``Oh, dear. Well, do let me know if you need anything, Heather darling,'' Mrs. Drew put her glasses back on and returned to sipping her tea as her employee gradually vanished into the crowd of people. ``Ah, poor girl. So frail looking. She should relax more!'' the manager thought to herself, but then questioned herself, ``Did I go on for too long, maybe? Ah, it doesn't matter!''\n\n-----------\n\nHalfway through, Heather urgently put pep into her step. She made sure to down the now lukewarm coffee and put the paper cup into a plastic bag she kept in her handbag. It fortunately wasn't audible thanks to the bustling hallways, but Heather could feel her underwear becoming a lot more constricting and the threads holding her outfit together beginning to fail. ``C'mon, c'mon... Please last until I make it to the bathroom!'' she mumbled as she rushed into the women's bathroom.\n\nShe closed the door behind her and hurried into a stall. This wasn't anything new. Heather had times when she was fully in control of her growth spurts, but sometimes she could not hold herself back and simply had to let it happen. The problem for this was obviously space and exposure. The more removed parks and the forests overseen by the nearby mountains allowed her the opportunity to grow without causing damage to anything or anybody, and once the process was done she could now easily revert back to normal by relaxing and concentrating.\n\nSometimes, however, Heather didn't have the luxury of counting with the right time and place. Sometimes, she couldn't even save her clothes from becoming the necessary victims. ``Th-this was my favorite shirt...'' she bitterly grumbled as she trembled and swelled larger. ``Nnghh, c'mon already...'' she mumbled while pressing her hands against the wall.\n\nHeather had to keep this process a secret, but it was hard to keep herself invisible if she grew too large. That was why she had chosen to divide and conquer by way of allowing her body to expand when it wanted, in controlled bursts that would leave her Amazonian at best. The impact on her life that these growth spurts had couldn't be denied, but this was the best solution she could come up with.\n\nThe girl stifled moans as her body grew. It was embarrassing to Heather, but expanding was a regular bodily process to her now, one which her brain seemed insistent on releasing serotonin for. It was hard to be afraid of what she had already experienced hundreds of times already, so all this amounted to was a mild annoyance for her.\n\n``I can feel my poor bra straps stretching like rubber bands. Please don't snap, please don't make me squeal!'' Heather begged. It was useless to try to remove her clothes at this point, as everything was clinging to her flesh like a second skin, and everything on top was getting shredded by her enlarging self. She was seven feet tall already, and had barely managed to kick her high heels off. Her feet were spreading along the limited amount of room inside of the bathroom stall. Heather's left foot toes knocked the trash can next to the toilet, and she had to catch it to avoid making an unnecessary mess.\n\n``Hurry up already!'' Heather impatiently ordered in her mind, feeling her head grow past the stall's dividing wall. She could see her own frustrated expression reflected at the hand washers' mirror. Eight feet tall, she felt her skirt splitting apart around her hips, which began sliding up against the stall walls. ``C'mon, finish already so I can stop! Oh God. It was only three feet last time!'' she grunted.\n\nHeather's surprise came from the fact she usually was so dutiful about taking care of her body's urges to grow that at this point it was rare if she got excessively big. It only happened during her sleep, but her planning ensured those spurts only ended making her about three times her default height. It seemed like this waking spurt was way more powerful, however.\n\n``Nngh... hurry up and finish!'' she begged again, throwing her arms above her head to avoid making her elbows graze or collapse the sides of the stall. She desperately wiggled for room, but she could feel her flanks filling up the sides. After her shirt and bra were destroyed, the only saving grace Heather had to avoid feeling the cold tiled wall against her exposed skin was to press her naked breasts and nipples against the remains of her bra cups. She could feel the door to the stall starting to protest against Heather's enlarging rump. What she had been able to salvage of her clothes was pooling together along the tatters of the destroyed articles.  ``R-running out of room here, body!'' she whimpered.\n\n10ft. tall and some inches in chump change was the staggering size Heather was left at when the process was done. Her skin always felt exceptionally receptive of touch whenever the process ended. She could barely turn herself around without whining due to her nerves screaming in pleasure of being smothered. ``O-okay... looks like it's done but... crap, I lost most of my clothes...! I have to get out. Bring all the things with me. Can't waste time either. If anybody walks in on me at this point, there's no curling up in here this time!'' she bit her lip as she analyzed the problem as fast as her brain could process it.\n\nHeather had no way of opening the door to the stall, since it only opened inwards from her perspective. ``Nnghh! I didn't expect to get this big!'' she whimpered, but then got the idea to make use of her relative strength to carefully unhook the door swivels off the stall, gently pulling it up. ``I'm so glad I freed up my arms in time! Thank God...'' she sighed a breath of relief and set the door to the side, stepping outside. The excessively tall amazon had to bow her head a little and hunch over to avoid hurting her head as she walked. She made quick work of removing all the clothes and their remains as well as her personal effects, bundling it all under her arm. After replacing the stall door, Heather began to focus on shrinking. ``So far so good, so far so good... think happy thoughts. Don't... despair...'' she regulated her breathing, feeling her body adjust in size.\n\nUnfortunately for Heather, what remained of her outfit that was wearable were only her high heels and the sleeveless vest she had managed to slip out of at the last moment. Once she was suitably back to a more manageable size, Heather threw the vest on with a wry smile aimed at her reflection. ``I... I look like a really bad porn actress like this...'' she half-heartedly laughed.\n\nWithout missing a beat, she lightly cracked the exit door open and peeked outside. Heather pulled back as she saw two of her female coworkers making their way through the hallway and prayed they didn't need to use the facilities. The second Heather saw their backs as they continued down the hallway, she dashed out of the bathroom without even bothering to close the door behind her.\n\nHeather had memorized the layout of the building in her time working there. She had chosen this bathroom instead of the one at the break area because it was the closest to one of the emergency exits that came out through the building's back, where the employee parking lot was.\n\n``Made it! Somehow...'' the half-naked girl practically threw herself into her car after unlocking and opening the door. She reached back for a bag she always kept under the driver's seat and pulled out a simple but effective getup consisting of a pair of shorts and a plain shirt in order to keep herself decent.\n\nHeather's heart was still racing. She couldn't believe she had made it out without causing a disturbance. But she couldn't stay too happy about her luck. ``Something felt wrong back there... I better go back home. But...'' she frowned, gripping the steering wheel but looking at the bank at the same time. ``...ah, I haven't used any sick days, have I...?'' she nervously smiled, reaching for her handbag and grabbing her phone.\n\n``Yes. I'm not feeling so well. Um... is it okay if I take the rest of the day off? Ah! Th-thank you!'' Heather said to her supervisor, ``Could you let Mrs. Drew know? She was worried about me earlier...'' she added before hanging up. With a sigh, Heather got the engine running and stepped on the gas. ``Can't believe after all of my progress that I'm wasting sick days on this, ugh!'' she was frustrated. Heather hit the steering wheel to blow off some steam after a red light asked her to stop. Eventually she deflated against her the wheel, her eyes bulging a little bigger as she saw her phone lighting up with a familiar call name. ``Sara!'' she smiled, but before she could pick up the phone Heather heard revving engines around her and decided to park herself on the side before she picked up the call.\n\n``Hiya!'' an exuberant voice greeted the girl. It was Sara, a coworker from the bank and one of Heather's closest friends since she had moved in.\n\n``Sara, what a surprise!'' Heather greeted, barely able to contain herself from smiling. The annoyance of the day seemed to vanish into thin air as she began to chat with her friend.\n\nSara was one of the prettiest tellers in the bank. Unlike Heather, she was tall, with fair skin like porcelain, and long blonde hair almost kissed by a golden color. Whereas many women were jealous of her, Heather looked up to Sara. It wasn't natural beauty, but her confidence and casual magnetism that the meeker girl admired. And yet for all of her good qualities, Sara always seemed to be able to make time for an invisible like her. To Heather, Sara was her role model.\n\n ``Hey muffin,'' Sara liked to nickname Heather after the baked good because of her hair shape, or so she had told her. Whereas Heather had never been able to see the resemblance, she didn't mind. ``I'm almost wrapping up here and since it's Saturday, how about we hit the bar later? I could do with the R&R!''\n\nHeather paused, ready to accept spending some time with her lovely co-worker, but her memory reminded her she had called in sick and was actually half-way home. ``Uhm... w-well, I don't... think that's a good idea...?'' the girl hesitated, ``Y'see, Sara, I'm not feeling very well to go out tonight...''\n\n``Aw, bummer! So you're the one that caught something? What are the odds!'' Sara sounded both concerned and disappointed, ``You gonna be alright?'' she immediately asked.\n\nIt was always surprising how fast information moved around the place. She was in a small town where everybody knew everyone, though, so it was to be expected. ``A-actually, you know what? I'm not THAT sick. Just feeling woozy and a bit under the weather. Please don't worry. I'll be fine if I stay home for today.''\n\n``Oh. Well that's a relief! Haha, here I thought you had the flu or something,'' Sara laughed and continued, ``Well... if you can't go out, then how about I go to your place instead? It'll be just the two of us!''\n\nBa-dump. Heather didn't want to admit it to herself, but beyond admiration and friendliness, she was also attracted to her co-worker. Merely considering the idea of being in her house alone with Sara was enough to fluster her into reddishness. ``A-ah! A-are you sure? I mean, I wouldn't want to... and my place's so boring. And...''\n\n``Oh, hush! I'll bring some wine and we can have Chinese. I won't have my exhausted muffin exerting herself. You work hard, Heather! And come to think of it, so do I! It's time to pamper ourselves, huh?''\n\nIt was hard to talk Sara out of something she had put her mind to. Heather was reluctant, but at the same time wanting to spend more time with her crush. The initial doubts seemed to melt away as a smile crept up to her face, making her grip the steering wheel tightly. ``Alright!'' she chirped, ``I guess it's high time I opened the champagne I got from the welcome basket. It'll be great to have you there, Sara!''\n\n``Atta girl! Awesome. Well, I'm gonna finish up here and head on home. Text me your address, okay? I'll be there tonight!'' Sara quickly hung up after directing the entire operation. Heather felt like swooning, but she realized she had kept the engine running and needed to get home herself.\n\n``And I better catch a shower and get ready myself!'' Heather felt very pumped up for once. Her body seemed just as eager and attempted to swell, making her scrape the ceiling of her car with her head. ``Oof! C-calm down...'' she nervously laughed, already used to keep her feet away from the pedals in case she had these mini bursts of emotion. Adjusting her size to better fit her replacement clothes, Heather slid back against her seat and finally resumed her drive back home. Heather couldn't believe it, but she was finally going to enjoy some drinks with her crush in private.\n\nIt was going to be a night to remember.\n\n---------------\n\nHeather had chosen to wear a nice but modest, light colored dress for the evening. She made sure moisturize her skin with the good stuff she reserved for special occasions and even sprayed on a sweet perfume. For once, she didn't at all mind wearing her high heels at home. Being presentable was key in any given business situation, and she could only double down when it came to Sara.\n\nWhen she heard the door being knocked at, Heather rushed downstairs and almost giddily skipped to greet her date. The notion of dating made her conceal a giggle under her mouth.\n\nSara appeared just as happy to see her coworker when the door opened. ``Muffin! Oh wow, you really don't look down in the dumps at all!'' she laughed a bit, making Heather blush.\n\n``Hi, Sara! I'm so glad you could make it! Oh... now I feel overdressed!'' Heather joked a little, feeling a bit out of place with her pretty dress. Immediately she regretted her choice of words and could have put a tomato to shame with her bright red face.\n\nUnlike Heather's default petite height, Sara was a naturally tall woman, four whole inches taller than the meek girl and one of the tallest women at work; maybe even the town. Dressed in a far more casual attire, Sara's voluptuous body was easily accentuated. Her outfit consisted of a dark red blouse with generous cleavage, doing little to hold back the blonde's rather sizable bust; and a maroon skirt over black nylon tights. Like Heather, Sara was stepping on high heels further giving her a height boost.\n\nIt was a breathtaking sight for Heather, who was used to seeing Sara in her far less revealing business casual outfit. Heather knew that Sara was top heavy, but she was now being greeted with the humbling sight of a couple Ds almost ready to pop out of that blouse. That curvaceous and slender figure that ended at the flare of Sara's wide hips was simply tantalizing. Heather wasn't keen on going to the gym due to her condition, but she had been invited by Sara to go with her more than once. It was clear to Heather now that Sara really took good care of herself!\n\nWhen Sara saw how red Heather was, the blonde burst out laughing. ``Hey! What's wrong? Don't tell me you broke into a fever now?'' she said, actually taking a step inside Heather's home to put one of her delicate hands over the shorter girl's forehead. ``Nope. Feels normal.''\n\nHeather felt like she was about to burst! This bold yet playful personality was what made Sara so attractive to her after all. Just knowing she was concerned over her well being made Heather want to be fully honest with her. ``I um... actually, I didn't get sick at all, hehe...'' she stuck her tongue out, softly conking herself on the head while looking at Sara with an open eye. She was about to let other, more abnormal details out, but she caught herself before she spilled the beans on her big secret. Sara didn't deserve that kind of pressure.\n\nSara grinned and put a hand over her hip, batting her ponytail behind her shoulder while laughing, ``Hahaha. Lil' ol' Heather, playing hooky? Never thought I'd live to see the day! How many circles of Hell did you just freeze over, huh?''\n\n``B-but please don't tell anyone, okay? I really um... wanted a bit of time off, y'know!'' Heather quickly added, then stepped aside, realizing she hadn't really been an inviting hostess so far. ``P-please make yourself at home!'' she said in spite of Sara already having walked in. Heather closed the door behind her.\n\n``Pfft, everybody does it. There weren't lots of people around for a Saturday, anyway,'' Sara shrugged, depositing her bag on a coffee table and pulling out a bottle of expensive chardonnay. ``Whew! Nice place!'' she whistled, looking around the two-story home.\n\n``I-it is, right?!'' Heather was proud of the two story place she had managed to rent out. It covered her basic necessities and the loft-style of the first floor allowed her to lie down and let herself grow to huge sizes without doing too much damage, in case of emergencies. But she didn't tell Sara that. ``One of Mrs. Drew's friends helped me settle in. He's actually the one who introduced me to her for the job recommendation. W-without them we might not have met, huh?''\n\n``Huh. You're right. Man, connections sure can be scary in how they can help out!'' Sara nodded, genuinely impressed. ``Welp, I placed our order already. Hope you don't mind, but it's gonna be a feast!''\n\n``Aww!  Y-you didn't have to go that far,'' Heather began to babble. She wasn't disappointed with not being able to pick out her order since she wasn't a picky eater, but it was humbling how Sara seemed intent on taking care of everything!\n\n``Psh, it's the least I can do. You haven't had any official welcoming party to town, have ya? I say it's high time we... uh... I show ya some hospitality!'' Sara chuckled, actually feeling amused since it was quite the humble party of two.\n\nHeather felt her heart skip a beat. It was so rare to see her friend stumble on any speech; and she looked so cute when flustered. To avoid staring too long, Heather snapped her fingers while looking at the chardonnay in ``A-ah! Let's put that wine on ice. One sec.'' She said, rushing over to get a wine bucket with some ice water to keep the white wine chilled.\n\nTo Heather, it didn't matter that she couldn't openly reveal her feelings. Just knowing Sara seemed intent on looking out for her made her very happy and made her forget about her shyness.\n\nAll they did that night was make small talk and gossip like teenagers. The Chinese food delivery was timely and soon enough they were stuffing themselves over delicious chow mein and juicy pork gyozas. Glass after glass, the conversation became lively until both Sara and Heather were a little tipsy. It was clear who could hold her alcohol better however when Heather's flushed cheeks and glistening eyes made her look like an elated drunk.\n\nAfter a couple more drinks, however...\n\n``Haha. Maybe you should slow down, muffin,'' Sara said, a bit tipsy herself but still maintaining all of her faculties. ``Didn't peg you for such a heavy drinker though! Bubbling after white? That's daring, girl!''\n\n``Ahh, shuushhh,'' Heather laughed, waving Sara's concerns away with a hand, spilling a little champagne from the bottle she was holding with the other, ``I shuust... wanted to-ahh... do shoomeshing niiice for ya, too, Shu-Sharaaaa!'' the girl hiccupped, taking a bold swig of from the bottle. ``Ahhh, feelsh shooo good!''\n\n``Sheesh, don't blame me if you wake up with one hell of a hangover tomorrow, muffin!'' Sara chuckled, but before she could realize it, Heather was emitting loud snores, having drunk herself unconscious on her chair. ``Oh dang! If I was a bitch I would totally film you but... Aw, if you didn't snore like that you'd be so cute when sleeping!'' Sara snickered.\n\nGradually, the blonde got off her chair, ensuring she could stand and walk without difficulty. Fortunately, Sara hadn't hit on the booze as hard. ``Man, must've been really stressed to call in sick and drink yourself stupid, huh? Glad you got it out of your system though...'' she began looking around for some covers, or at least a quilt.\n\nSara was tall, but she didn't consider herself apt for carrying Heather over to the couch, much less her bedroom. ``Hmm... where could the covers be?'' she mumbled, searching around until she sighed and took a pause at the stairs. ``I don't really wanna step into her bedroom... oh. There's a coat in the hanger over there, nice! So just... huh?'' Sara stopped in her tracks when she heard a loud, creaking sound from behind her. She turned around in Heather's direction, and she had to set her glass down to rub her eyes.\n\nThere on the chair was the unconscious Heather as Sara had expected. What she hadn't been expecting, however, was Heather being three whole feet taller than normal. Her dress was ruined, pulled apart at the sides on the top of her body with the skirt riding up her thighs. It was as if somebody had switched Heather's clothes with something significantly smaller and hard to fit into when Sara wasn't looking. ``Okay, Sara,'' she took a deep breath while slowly approaching Heather, intent on proving she was somehow seeing things, ``You might be tired and a mite `lil drunk, but this is some high-gear hallucination...'' she tried to laugh it off, but her trek towards Heather was cut short when her friend's legs appeared to lurch forwards at her. ``Eeep!''\n\nIt wasn't rare for Heather to grow in her sleep, since her mind wasn't awake and thus she couldn't consciously hold the expansion back. That was why her bedroom was spacious, but right now, Heather was asleep and growing in her living room. The process had begun as soon as she had conked out, and had accelerated during the moments Sara had spent looking around.\n\nA surge of size caused Heather's body to push out, making her feet slide over the floor and knock the distracted Sara down. All the sleeping girl was doing at this point was snoozing the night away, unaware that she was losing another set of clothes and shoe wear to her enlarging self.\n\nSara wasn't as drunk as Heather had arrived, but she was definitely in no condition to dodge or react in timely fashion. ``M-muh-muffin?! Is this for real?!'' she tried calling out, eyes bulging out as her friend's burgeoning feet advanced. All Sara could do was put her hands forth in an attempt to brace herself as she saw Heather's broken heels split apart like bursting rubber. From one moment to the next, Heather's feet became gigantic, and certainly too heavy for Sara to stop them from pushing her back. ``Oh crud, she's growing bigger! Why is she growing bigger?!''\n\nThe blonde could only lob the questions, but the only answer was Heather surging ever taller. Her dress was falling apart and her right arm was sliding across the table which was bending inwards under the increasing amount of weight. The same applied to the chair the now naked and still very unconscious Heather was sitting on. It was wood reinforced with metal for the sake of giving herself time to get off the seat before she destroyed them during particularly strong growth spurts. But not only was this a massive and sudden hit, Heather's body wasn't in any rush to move.\n\n``H-Heather! Heather, wake up!'' Sara was wrestling with Heather's left foot toes by now, her butt scraping along the floor as the horizontal expansion forced her further and further away from the table and closer to the wall. ``Heather, oh my God, you're gonna squish me!'' she yelped out uselessly.\n\n``Mmmnnahh...'' the situation was escalating with Heather's size, but all the growing lady did was to continue mumbling in her sleep. ``More garlic bread please...''\n\nThe chair's main structure was getting bent out of shape under the giantess' colossal butt. Wood was snapping, and splinters stuck out like cotton fluff from a torn stuffed animal. The metallic supports could only hold so much weight, and Heather was already on the way to surpass fifteen feet tall. There was a loud crack followed by a frightful slam once the chair was finally destroyed under Heather's surging body, but collapsing on her back with her head smashing her kitchen and fridge didn't seem to bring the 18ft. tall woman back from dreamland.\n\nSara wasn't doing too hot. The pace was too fast for her to follow. All she wanted was an opportunity to pull herself off that increasingly humongous foot so that she could flee, but none came her way. ``Ooof! Oh, are you kidding me right now?! Her other foot's covering the exit!'' \n\nHelpless, all Sara could do was curl up and hope she didn't end up becoming paste against the wall. But just as she had given up on hope, her squirming body came loose against a wedge between two sturdy looking cabinets. It wasn't the exit, but now she wasn't being pushed towards an assured smothering. ``Good God, what's this all about?! She's... she's filling up the entire floor!'' Sara exclaimed in disbelief.\n\nThe living room was a mess, not that it could properly be seen. It had all either been shoved away by Heather's body or outright crushed underneath. Immense, space-consuming, the giantess let out a little moan once her curling toes hit the wall, but she just shifted on her side as if she was asleep on a bed. The thoughtless, brusque move only served to crush the rest of the living room, her butt bumping and indenting one of the walls behind her.\n\n``D-did it stop...?'' Sara was scared witless. She was still stuck in that wedge, her way out blocked by a giant woman's shins. ``This... is this really happening...?'' she held her head. ``It's got to be some joke... Heather. Heather! Muffin! Wake up already!'' she tried to shout, but her near 20ft. tall friend barely stirred. It looked like Heather had finally settled in for the night. ``Heather... what is going on with you?'' Sara frowned, worried not just about herself, but also her friend's peculiar condition.\n\nDespite rampant curiosity to know the truth and an overwhelming desire to go back to not feeling incarcerated between two cupboards and a huge leg, Sara had no way to wake Heather up nor escape. ``It... looks like I might be spending the night here...'' she laughed a little, her expression wry and concerned.\n\nHeather was a heavy sleeper. She went the full eight hours asleep and only began stirring at the waking hours of early morning. Months of practice had convinced her that she couldn't stretch anymore without first reassuring herself about her surroundings. Slightly wiggling her toes and shoulders, Heather felt solid resistance all around and grumbled. ``Mmphh... stupid body, this is way bigger than usual. Shrink back down...'' she murmured, taking a deep breath before focusing. To Heather, this was just another morning and she had to shrink back down.\n\n``A-are you awake, muffin...?'' a familiar yet eye-opening voice suddenly made Heather's heart sink.\n\n``Eeep!'' the shrinkage stopped for the giantess, who had managed to shave off half her staggering size only for her to swell right back up. ``Who's...'' Heather began to question just as she heard a loud meep near her legs. Then, like a bolt from the blue, she remembered last night. ``Oh my God, Sara!''\n\n``P-please tell me you're not gonna start growing all over again!'' Sara begged, having been relaxing once she saw Heather appearing to shrink, but she scuttled back against the wall in the wedge between cupboards when flesh pushed out in her direction.\n\n``Oh Jesus, Sara, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I can explain! Oh G-God... let me... lemme calm down!'' Heather frantically spoke, although Sara wasn't particularly doing anything that was upsetting her. Heather was in a panic because she had irresponsibly pinned her crush down during her growth. She felt devastatingly ashamed of herself. But fighting her insecurities and wanting Sara to be free, Heather managed to shut her mind to her self-doubt, allowing her to wrest control of her body back.\n\nBit by bit, Sara was able to see the giantess gradually begin shrinking again. Once Sara was confident enough to step outside, she saw an amazonian sized, naked Heather slowly losing all that prodigious height and becoming as tall as she was, and then shorter than she was as per usual. Sara had witnessed the explosive expansion of her friend and co-worker the previous night, but she was still agape in disbelief at the size regression. ``I...'' she was quick to catch herself once she took notice of how Heather was sitting up on the cold floor, hugging her naked body and dead-silent, ``Um, Heather, are you okay?''\n\n``I'm so, very sorry, Sara!'' Heather quietly sobbed, hiding her eyes from the blonde. ``Y-you must think me a freak. I... I didn't mean to do this to you, I... P-Please don't tell the police or the hospital. I'll do anything!''\n\nThe truth was that Sara was still frightened at what she had seen. Without her luck, she would've ended completely squished by Heather's feet, if not buried under rubble had Heather failed to somehow stop that growth spurt just now. Part of her brain was telling Sara to run away before she put herself in danger, but seeing that meek girl on the floor tearing down like that; so alone and weak, awoke sympathy from her instead. ``Oh, Heather.'' Sara frowned, slowly approaching her friend before going down on her knees and embracing the trembling woman. ``I can't say I understand what's going on. But I'm sure you didn't mean for any of that to happen. I uhm... I just really had no idea.'' \n\nHeather hated herself at that moment. She had played the deceiving game for the past year and half, and had managed to keep herself from harming anybody with her urges. But she had gotten drunk and ruined the secrecy, and exposed her beloved best friend in a most upsetting manner. And yet all she could do was return the hug and hold onto Sara like her life depended on it. ``I didn't mean to hide this from you, it's just... I had to!'' she said, her voice strained from the crying.\n\n``Damn, girl. I didn't know you were carrying all this with you for so long...'' Sara wasn't her usual chipper herself, but she was showing Heather a side of her she had never seen. For some reason, Heather felt safe and protected in her arms. ``But just... I can't really wrap my head around this all. Um...'' she gently, slowly pushed Heather away to face her, ``You shouldn't cry like that, alright? I mean, I'd be sad if I suddenly woke up to my place thrashed, but from what I've heard just now, this isn't anything new, right?'' she cranked up a smile, trying to make light. But Heather couldn't turn the eye faucets off just yet.\n\n``B-but I could've hurt you! I could've... Oh, Sara. I couldn't bear it!'' Heather bawled, but stopped when Sara put a hand on her head.\n\n``Now now, it was pretty scary, I won't BS you in the face,'' Sara gave her a wry smirk, ``But I'm fine, really! So uh... wow, this is pretty heavy, isn't it? Maybe if you talk about it you'll feel better. How about it?''\n\n``A-alright...'' Heather really had no reason to lie to Sara any longer now that the cat was out of the bag. She worked her bravery up to tell Sara everything as the blonde went to pick up the coat from the hanger near the entrance and put it on Heather so she wouldn't have to be naked.\n\nThe grower exposed it all. How her real name wasn't Heather, but Cheryl. The same name as the young girl whose amazing growth spurt had decimated an east coast city office. Sara remarked that the townsfolk like she didn't believe in the rumors and had chalked all those news reports and videos on the internet as publicity stunts.\n\nCheryl told Sara how she had hoped people would forget about such an embarrassing thing. She had run away not just to avoid unwanted attention, but also to evade the people likely responsible for her dangerous ability. When asked about it, Cheryl told Sara that the growth happened when she got too excited or distracted. It wasn't that she was willing to get bigger at all, but rather her body had implemented it as an organic response, like having to eat food or drink water. What Cheryl was always so focused on nervous about was actually calming herself and keeping the effect as minimal as possible.\n\n``That's why I don't spend so much time in public, Sara,'' Cheryl had finally calmed down, and she felt a bit lighter after having told someone about the truth. ``I need large spaces, and even then, as you've seen, things can quickly get out of control. It's been really hard to keep myself... well... living as normally as possible with a body that's constantly trying to grow bigger.''\n\n``Gee wiz, muffin. That all sounds like capital T trouble. And you don't wanna go to a hospital to get checked because you think those people might find you if they speak up, huh?'' Sara couldn't claim she had completely understood everything, but she was sure she had captured the gist of it enough to make an attempt at being supportive.\n\nCheryl shook her head negative. ``I'm afraid they might even chart me off to some facility and run experiments on me. That's why I didn't want you saying anything. I think it'd only make things worse... I've put in a lot of effort to control it. I usually keep it down for a few days and then let it all out in controlled bursts when I have the privacy and space. But recently um... how can I put it? It's like every day I can already feel myself wanting... it's like my body wants to grow more and more. Sara, I just don't know how long it'll be until, well... I really don't want a repeat of the...'' Cheryl slowly ground to a halt and was left staring.\n\nSara, who had become increasingly burdened by the truth and couldn't handle so much pressure, had grabbed one of the near empty bottles that had rolled away from the destroyed table last night. She needed a strong drink after all of that. ``Ahh...'' she gasped, popping her lips free from the champagne tip after downing what remained. ``S-sorry, I know that must've looked gross, but I just really needed to take some of the edge off if I'm gonna be helping ya, muffin.''\n\nCheryl's mouth was agape with shock. Even after all of the exposition, she had forgotten to tell Sara about one minor, now preponderantly major point. ``Th-that's the... that's the champagne from last night...''\n\n``Heath- Cheryl, is this really the time to be self-conscious about the booze?'' Sara raised an eyebrow, ``Look, I promise to buy another one later, just quit giving me that stare. You look like you've seen a... holyshitmyblousefeelstight!'' the blonde woman felt the bottle of alcohol slip from her fingers as a jolt of electricity seemed to run all over her body. In the instant that followed, Sara saw her burgeoning chest simply tear out of her blouse, her enormous rack ripping out from her top alongside her snapped bra. ``Whoa! What?!''\n\n``Uh-I... Oh no. Sara, I forgot to tell you in all the commotion, but I'm contagious!'' Cheryl's inopportune revelation was largely ignored by Sara, who was panicking over the loss of her bra and top. It was already an incredible sight to behold on Cheryl, but with a voluptuous and tall woman like Sara the scope was further magnified. The expansion of her body led to some extremely sensuous, almost barbaric clothes ripping with equally intense curve reveals.\n\n``Shit, shitshitshit! Are you serious right now?!'' Sara groaned and grunted, her cheeks flushing with color as she felt her panties digging into her ass crack and special areas. It wasn't just her chest growing after all; she was expanding all over and her tights, skirt and high heels were quickly added to the queue of article destruction.\n\n``That's why I'm usually always careful with my plates and drinks. B-but it's odd! Each time it's happened before, it isn't like this at all!'' Cheryl explained, telling Sara about the ``victims'' from her oversights growing only inches larger and reverting back to normal soon after. These incidents had been minor enough that Cheryl had always managed to get away without any damage being done, and she had learned how to keep suspicion away from herself while appearing normal about her eating and drinking habits. ``But you're...''\n\n``W-well, why doesn't it stop already?!'' Sara begged amidst the ripping sounds of her round butt tearing through her ruined skirt and the nylon busting at the seams around her thighs and legs. ``Cheryl, I'm still growing!'' the blonde was having to bend and lean down already, eventually dropping to her knees with her huge jugs practically jutting out and almost swinging against Cheryl's face. The girl had to take a few steps away as her crush rapidly began to fill out the living room.\n\n``I don't know why your body is reacting this way! You're already like ten feet tall! It should've stopped!''\n\n``Can't you do something?! I'm gonna fill up the house at this rate! Uuugh...!'' Sara whimpered, getting smothered in her own cleavage as her body continued to surge forwards. Cheryl was bowled over by her friend's advancing wall of mammary flesh, too slow to get away from such a tremendous growth spurt.\n\n``T-try to calm down! I can't do anything myself, but if it's anything like what I went through, you just need to calm down!'' Cheryl explained, struggling to climb the immense knockers to avoid being buried in tit.\n\n``I am perfectly calm!'' Sara shouted, wanting an easy solution more than pep talk at the moment. She had doubled her size in only seconds, and was now an exceptionally curvy naked woman the size of a small loft. ``M-Muffin, run! I'm gonna squish you at this rate!''\n\n``N-no! I can't leave you like this! You have to listen, Sara!'' Cheryl was just as scared and vulnerable, the paradoxical situation of someone else being the giant definitely moving her away from a comfort zone she didn't know she had until now. It was an astoundingly explosive growth spurt that Cheryl wasn't sure she had ever experienced herself. In only moments her ceiling was already protesting in response to Sara's swelling back smashing into it.\n\n``I-I'm sorry, a-about your house, muffin...'' Sara mumbled, one hand on the floor under her boobs and another trying to pull away from the ceiling it was being forced against. She could already feel her feet tearing down the entrance and pushing the door, its frame and dozens of bricks out onto the foyer. ``But I think I'm feeling that urge you were talking about... and it doesn't look like I'm gonna stop!''\n\n``But Sara! Whooaaaah!'' Cheryl was seized by Sara's huge hand as soon as she was able to wedge it out of her monstrously sized boobs. She was pulled away from the blonde's cleavage and, in a violent pounding of her backhand, thrown out onto the garden through the destroyed wall.\n\n``Get somewhere safe, Cheryl!'' Sara yelped, trying to curl up to avoid causing damage, but it was no use. Her body seemed to be drawing on whatever was making her bigger and simply cranked it to eleven. The house's surfaces were one by one defeated as soon as her skin grazed them.\n\nHer expansion was as incredible as it was fast, steadily putting on more and more feet of height until the walls of Cheryl's house collapsed and she was left carrying the top side as a turtle shell. The integrity of the building soon enough began to fail as Sara's growth caused her entire body to pulse and shudder all over. It wasn't long before her breasts were smothering the backyard and her feet were starting to scrape over the wooden picket fences and invading the neighbor's space.\n\nSara could feel the top half of Cheryl's destroyed home disintegrating on top of her back, with debris pooling around her and shingles heavily striking the remains as they shattered on impact. The blonde was already over forty feet tall and she could definitely feel this wasn't going to be the only house her body would break. Before her heels could knock onto the neighbor's garage and tear into it, Sara decided to change her position. ``This isn't a good idea, but it's the only idea I got...'' It was going to still be risky, but Sara gradually rose to her feet.\n\nSwelling taller even as she stood up, the impressively endowed blonde almost lost her balance. The shift in perspective was brutal to her already overwhelmed senses. She quickly shuffled her feet and after a couple of heavy stomps managed to correct herself into standing upright. The sheer weight of her stomps and the fact she was already over 60ft. tall and growing caused strong vibrations to travel over the ground in the form of tremors. Alarms were soon blaring from the parked cars, and anybody not already awake was suddenly clued in about what all the commotion was about.\n\nFor the first time in her life, Sara felt self-conscious. The way she had stood up had been so sudden that her tremendous bust engaged in dangerously jiggly wobbling which she had to stop by pressing her arms to her chest. The way her naturally massive breasts spilled forth around her arms however only made her cringe and groan as she saw people approach. ``N-no! Don't get closer, you dolts!'' Sara felt like she could die from embarrassment at this point, relegated to covering her privates with a hand while her nipples disappeared behind her forearm. ``I can't stop this, damnit! Get away while you still caaaaaaaaaaaaan...!'' she hollered out in reluctant pleasure as her nude body was caressed by the brisk, early morning breeze.\n\nDespite her poor faith in the perverts and gossipers, her warning was soon heeded. It didn't have to do with the way she had informed them, but the fact Sara's body was still pulsing and swelling, making her grow and grow and grow without pause. She was very soon over a hundred feet tall and counting.\n\nAll she could do was make the attempt to stand perfectly still. She knew if she stayed curled up that she'd just end up razing over everything underneath her, so to minimize damage Sara though to stay in one spot and leave it to the people to run away from her incoming feet. There was simply nothing she could do. Cheryl had told her to calm down, but how could she? Naked, exposed, vulnerable, afraid! ``Only now I see what kind of crap you were dealing with, muffin... oh God, I hope you're alright down there!'' she grunted, shutting her eyes and gritting her teeth to stifle moans of pleasure. ``Why does this feel so good?! Aghhh!''\n\nIt didn't take very long for Sara's growth to further escalate, soon saying good-bye to 200ft. tall. Her toes were already curled against the street, her own car being flipped over by her incoming tootsies which were growing into the neighbors while what remained of Cheryl's house was buried under her soles. It was a weird sensation to feel what should be sturdy construction material and vehicles snapping under the pressure of her immense weight; Sara was sure she would never get used to it. 300ft., 400ft.; there didn't seem to be an end in near sight!\n\nThe neighborhood was slowly being taken over by the growing giantess.\n\n---------------------\n\nCheryl was still alive somehow. Sara had flung her out rather desperately, which the confused girl was understood. But she still felt defeated at causing her friend so many problems. ``I didn't want this to happen... I have to help her! Somehow, I just have to...!'' the young consultant shut her eyes, looking at the now 500ft. tall yet vulnerable looking blonde towering over their neighborhood. ``Oh no, it looks like she's growing even faster! I can't believe it. Even if I tried to catch up to her I'd get exhausted before I even grow a couple hundred feet!''\n\nIt was a bad situation. Cheryl had had times where she would break three digits in the past, but always during especially strong spurts that she allowed to build every few weeks. She had already gone through two explosive growths earlier counting the unconscious one, and she just couldn't demand her body to grow at will. ``Nnghh... I have to make it up to Sara and help her calm down! But I can't... I... I'm useless like this!'' she groaned in frustration, stomping her feet down and cursing her inability to assist her friend.\n\n``...perhaps we can help, Ms. Cheryl,'' a voice Cheryl had hoped to never have to hear again made her skin crawl as a chill navigated up her spine. Turning around, Cheryl met a man she couldn't physically recognize. He was dressed in an expensive Armani suit and looked extremely composed and casual in spite of the increasingly threatening blonde giantess looming over them. Two similarly dressed and equally undisturbed men stood behind him, though sunglasses covered their eyes.\n\nCheryl didn't need extreme deductive prowess to understand who these men were. But she was still defensive; this was hardly the time to be confronting the problems she thought she had left behind! ``Wh-what are you doing here? How did you...?''\n\n``Monitoring your progress from a distance,'' the spokesman assured her, breaking Cheryl's spirit as he quickly informed her that they had been doing so for the past few months. ``This looks like an opportune moment to move our experiment to its final stage.''\n\n``G-get l-lost, you s-stu-stalkers!'' Cheryl stammered, unable to find it in herself to actually defend herself. These men somehow managed to be even scarier than the possibility of ending squashed under Sara's giant feet. ``I don't care about your experiments!'' she finally snapped, screaming out at the unmoving man, ``You've ruined my life twice over now! Look at what your crazy horror science has accomplished! That girl up there is my best friend in the world, and you've made everyone and even her afraid of herself!''\n\n``It is of no concern to us,'' the spokesman said without even looking back. The man to his left came forth with a small compartment device which slid open to reveal a fancy looking injector. ``You require help, and we must gather data. Our interests align, do they not?''\n\nCheryl paused for a second. The moment she saw that futuristic looking syringe with that same viscous looking liquid in the glass cylinder made her take a step backwards. Her memories returned to that fateful night and how helpless she had felt. Cheryl had only recently managed to learn self-control, and she wasn't in any hurry to re-experience the chaos she had to suffer before. And yet...\n\nShe looked over the injector, over the strange men so fixated on making her grow larger. Cheryl saw a now thousands of feet tall and growing Sara who had decided to finally step away and onto the fields, seemingly to avoid crushing everything that got in the way of her feet. Buildings had been inadvertently kicked in, cars flipped over or outright pancaked against the pavement. At this point and weight, even Sara's footprints left broad and deep indentations everywhere she went. Her friend was in trouble. She had to help.\n\nLooking back at the man's lifeless brown eyes, Cheryl nervously gulped. There didn't seem to exist a way to intimidate these people. Her eyes dropped to the injector and after initial hesitation, she took it.\n\n``We've refined the formula,'' the man remarked as he saw the uneasy Cheryl aiming the tool at her neck. ``There is no need for carotid insertion any more. The veins on your arm will suffice and reduce the chances of you prematurely terminating yourself, Ms. Cheryl.''\n\n``R-right...'' Cheryl gasped, rolling up the long sleeve of her coat. She sighed, bracing herself for what was to come. ``I don't like this. I so don't like this. ...but... I gotta help Sara!'' she said, finally convincing herself before injecting the new formula in her arm.\n\n``Moving on to the final phase,'' Cheryl heard one of the men speak into a microphone on his shirt collar. Before she could even say anything, however, she felt the all-familiar burst of energy coming from her gut and she was forced to her knees.\n\n``Ugh! What is this...?!'' Cheryl hugged her aching midsection as she trembled. Every last fiber that comprised her being seemed to be screaming out in fiery bliss at the same time. Her coat bulged and stretched over her rapidly expanding form, bursting apart and just exploding off her body. ``It's stronger than ever! Wh-what did you put in this...?!'' she demanded, but upon raising her head to look forwards, the men had disappeared just as mysteriously as they had arrived. ``Urk. I can feel it rushing to my head... so much... it's too much... too much power!'' she screamed out, feeling herself quadruple in size in a single moment. ``Ahhh! I can't even begin to control it... B-but I have to make it to Sara!''\n\nCheryl had little trouble catching up to her several thousand feet tall friend, who by now dwarfed the town's skyscrapers, and very likely towered the ones back at Cheryl's old city. Her expansion was making her grow so big so fast that each stride of her continuously expanding feet covered more and more distance. She quadrupled in size again during her approach, already bigger than many office buildings, but still tiny in comparison to Sara.\n\nThe blonde giantess didn't know what to do anymore. Her head was literally in the clouds and she felt like if this went any farther she might catch a cold and drown the city in her snot rather than stomp it to debris by accident. ``Th-this is so not how I wanted to spend my Sunday...'' Sara thought to herself, regretting the damage she inevitably was causing to all the acres of produce she was stomping on. There was simply no other way to go that wasn't in one way or another a hazard zone for others.\n\n``-ara!''\n\n``When am I gonna stop? It feels like I've been growing forever!'' Sara turned around with a sniffle from the cold morning, able to see the entire town from her vantage point at almost a mile tall. ``If I wasn't so freaked out right now this would kick ass...''\n\n``Sara! Saraaaaa!''\n\n``Huh?'' the busty blonde blinked as she heard a gradually louder voice booming from below. She had to lean forwards because the view was initially obstructed by her massive chest, but a smile returned to her face once she finally recognized the swelling Cheryl. ``Muffin! It's you!''\n\n``Sara, I'm here to help, we just gotta...'' Cheryl was happy to have caught up to Sara so quickly, but her body did way more than simply play catch-up. To Sara it certainly seemed like her lonely time as the largest woman on the planet had been cut short, but she hadn't been prepared to see Cheryl eye to eye again for the whole two seconds that lasted.\n\n``Ch-Cheryl...?!'' Sara stepped backwards as Cheryl met her height and simply continued to shoot upwards at an obscenely fast rate.\n\n``N-no! It was too much after all! Th-those bastards tricked me!'' Cheryl trembled as she continued to pulse all over and grow. And grow. And grow. It wasn't very long before Cheryl started looking small to her. And then the town itself started looking small. ``I can't stop myself! Sara!''\n\n``Oh no! Cheryl, what's going on?!'' Sara cried out, having to crane her neck backwards in order to properly meet her fellow giantess' petrified gaze.\n\n``This was a bad idea! And now I definitely cannot stop it!'' Cheryl cursed herself in her mind, grabbing her head with both hands as the more she panicked, the more potent her growth spurt became. But she couldn't help it; she had never grown this big this fast before! She simply continued to shoot higher and higher, the heavens parting aside to make way for her miles high body.\n\nThose miles multiplied into dozens, and then hundreds. Cheryl only had enough time to scoop the now extremely tiny Sara in her hand to keep her away from danger. Cheryl was so utterly gargantuan that her feet were making the tectonic plates sink and crumble beneath her soles. The one step she tried to take in order to settle herself had a large portion of the countryside crack and give away, crumbling like a desert sinkhole. ``Ahhh! N-no, don't fall, don't...!''\n\nIt was a catastrophic explosion of unforeseen and unintentional impact. The incalculably heavy titan of a woman ended on her back after falling. Cheryl had no idea an entire set of cities had just vanished under her bulk; all she could see now was what she gathered was the exosphere of the Earth, having exceeded sizes she had only been dreading over until now.\n\nStill she grew bigger, Cheryl's rump, legs, back and shoulders swallowing the state under rapidly enlarging mass. ``S-Sara! Sara where are you?!'' she managed to yell out, afraid of even blinking at this point.\n\n``I-I'm here!'' Sara weakly squealed, managing to land on Cheryl's right knee. ``I'm still growing bigger, too... But nowhere near as fast as you! What did you do?! I... I just wanted some help, but you're ginormous now, Cheryl!''\n\n``I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Sara! I... I just wanted to help! And now...'' Cheryl didn't know what to say anymore. Her sentences were getting cut short by the same inappropriate moans that Sara kept emitting, both women equally enraptured with their unbridled ascension. Double for Cheryl whose body rapidly grew over neighboring states.\n\nSara herself was barely over the size of a mountain range. She already had been consumed by the intensity of her own explosive growth, but she had never dreamed of a situation so out of this world. ``If this continues to get any worse, we'll literally end up out of this world...!'' the blonde dreaded. She shrieked when her grip faltered, falling off Cheryl's knee. ``Ahhh! Damnit!'' she cursed, using her hands to claw herself still. It didn't harm Cheryl due to their insane size difference, but it didn't help steady Sara either. Her attempt at clinging only managed to slow her descent until she ended rolling over her coworker's foot.\n\n``Sara!'' Cheryl didn't dare get off her back. She couldn't even begin to calculate the widespread destruction she had caused and was still causing, and didn't want to add even more to it. ``I heard you scream! Are you okay? Oh please...!''\n\n``I'm okay! I'm okay, I just... ouch, I think I landed on my butt...'' Sara whimpered a little, rubbing her well-toned rump which had likely flattened more cities than she could count. ``Oh God. We're monstrously big... we... oof!'' she gasped, suddenly scissor-caught in the crevice between Cheryl's big toe and the next, giving her flashbacks of the early morning.\n\n``Sara...! P-Please don't hate me...'' Cheryl hugged herself, trembling as continued to grow and grow, soon enveloping the entire country under her colossal body.\n\n---------------\n\n``Did it stop...?'' Sara's voice seemed to echo in the air. Cheryl's own voice boomed much louder.\n\n``I-I think so!'' the meek although significantly larger girl ventured to say. It had been a while since she had felt herself warming up and pulsing. ``H-how are you feeling?''\n\n``I uh...'' Sara looked between herself and Cheryl's giant toes. It was a miracle she had survived her fellow giantess' much more tremendous growth spurt. ``I'll live. I think. But more importantly, what are we going to do? You have a way to shrink back down, don't you...?''\n\nCheryl bit her lip, not wanting to answer that question. She didn't even want to venture into thinking how mind-bendingly large she had grown. But the truth was that while Sara had become as big as a state, Cheryl had submerged the entire sub-continent under her. She didn't know if she could, or wanted to shrink back down anymore. ``I... I've never gotten this big before, Sara. I don't think... I don't know if I can get us to shrink... I'm so sorry. I messed up! I messed everything up!''\n\n``Oh, Cheryl...'' Sara sighed, ``Don't blame yourself. We'll figure something out together. I... I'm not mad. I'm not scared anymore. At least I know I'm not alone in this freaky situation, haha...''\n\n``H-how can you laugh at a time like this? I just... I just ruined your life!'' Cheryl broke down crying again.\n\n``Ugh, please don't cry, muffin. If not for me, then for those down below. Fish already have to live in salt water, hey?'' Sara chuckled a bit, finally managing to wedge herself out from Cheryl's toes. ``L-Look, I'm sorry if I sound like I'm not taking this seriously, but... but the truth is I don't mind this as long as I'm not alone. Okay? And if I'm stuck like this, then I'm okay as long as it's with you.''\n\n``As long as it's with me?'' Cheryl finally found herself bolstered enough to crank her neck up from her lying down position. Her hair was dripping with water from the ocean since she had grown out horizontally across the country.\n\n``Yeah. We're in this together. And I know, you made a mistake. But this isn't your fault. It's those bastards that got you like this, right?'' Sara said, making Cheryl sniffle and nod. ``There's a good girl. Look, let's just... see if we can't work this one out, okay? I doubt we'll get bothered for a while...'' her wry smile and downwards stare said everything to Cheryl.\n\nCheryl was happy to hear those words from Sara. They gave her strength and she genuinely wanted to try to get them back to normal now. But the true question was:\n\nAt this point, could they even shrink back to normal...?\n\nThe End.\n\n",
  "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>This is a commission for jumpingbeetle (DeviantArt.com)<br /><br />Warning: This story contains growth, macro, mega macro, clothes-ripping, building outgrowing and unintentional destruction.<br /><br />---------------------------------<br /><br />Out of this World, by DragonMasterX.<br /><br />Waking up in the middle of the night was never a good omen for Cheryl. Ever since she was a young girl, between emergency calls and hospital runs for a loved one had left her pessimistic about breaking her sleep schedule. That was why the instant she opened her eyes to a place she had never been before and felt her movement restricted to a chair she didn&#039;t remember sitting down, the girl seized up.<br /><br />A hand immediately slapped her mouth shut before Cheryl could scream, so she ended producing a forceful although ultimately muffled yelp against a rubbery palm. Her body tensed up in a most horrible fashion as her drowsiness dispersed in favor of seeing a sight she would have paid to be able to leave unseen.<br /><br />It wasn&#039;t just an unfamiliar location. Several people Cheryl had never seen in her life were gathered around her, with couples of others muttering behind those immediately in front of her. She couldn&#039;t tell where she was based on the layout, but it smelled of stale air and brick dust.<br /><br />Cheryl&#039;s eyes darted around for any clue to provide her with the smallest hint of security, but the windows of the dark room were blocked. She couldn&#039;t even see the exit door thanks to all the men standing right in front of her. She was unable to move thanks to fastened rope looping eight times around her, keeping her arms and back tied against a plain wooden chair. Her eyes began to water as tears welled up, her cheeks flushing with red color as the sourness of her situation rapidly caught up with her. ``Please...&#039;&#039; the woman weakly spoke into the hand keeping her muffled. ``Where am I? Who are you? Why am I tied up?&#039;&#039; she wanted answers that no one seemed to be in a hurry to give her. Quite the ordeal when her words failed against hand pressure. Of all the ideas that occurred to her, none of them inspired any sort of confidence.<br /><br />The hand which was on her mouth gently separated from Cheryl&#039;s face and she could finally attribute the rubbery sensation to thin, surgical gloves the man was wearing. His eyes were obscured by the lack of room lighting and the mask over the rest of his face made Cheryl immediately think of a particularly sinister medical practitioner. The other two observing her were wearing the same kinds of clothes. Gradually, Cheryl&#039;s voice dared to speak again, unobstructed this time. ``Please...&#039;&#039; she begged, her throat feeling particularly arid in contrast to her heavy salivating mouth. She was a nervous wreck, ``I&#039;m just a financial consultant. I can&#039;t... I could give you anything you want, but I&#039;m barely scraping by as it is! Please don&#039;t hurt me.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Yet somehow, Cheryl could tell by the expressionless silence that these people weren&#039;t after money. The way she was tied and the way they were dressed didn&#039;t indicate sexual abuse was in their plans. Only two muttering voices spewing complicated technical words that Cheryl barely could remember glancing over a chemistry book back in high school provided noise. Growing anxiety gave way to fear and frustration which made the poor woman begin to tap her feet against the floor impatiently. Finally, she shouted: ``Why won&#039;t you say anything?! What do you people want from me...?! Ah...!&#039;&#039; her voice trailed off at first. For a split second, she saw one of the rigid medics take a step forwards and before she could know what hit her, a needle had been stabbed into her neck.<br /><br />``Carotid located. Administration under way,&#039;&#039; said the man holding the syringe full of some sort of greenish liquid. Cheryl&#039;s eyes became paralyzed and her voice seemed to vanish into a thin, breathless squeak. Her heart seemed to stop for a moment before it started racing as she felt the serum within the injector being pumped into her veins.<br /><br />``Did he say carotid? He went for my jugular!&#039;&#039; Cheryl&#039;s mind was going nuts. She couldn&#039;t believe she was still alive if the man wasn&#039;t bluffing; a particularly precise level of skill was necessary for a stunt like this, or so she had heard from her medical dramas. Yet she wasn&#039;t bleeding out or in physical pain. ``But why?!&#039;&#039; she still couldn&#039;t speak, but something told her they wouldn&#039;t answer her anyway.<br /><br />``Monitoring in progress...&#039;&#039; the other two medics appeared to busy themselves writing down notes on clipboards. The way they spoke and unerringly acted reminded Cheryl of automatons. She briefly wondered what kind of frightening people she had apparently pissed off to get into a mess like this.<br /><br />But Cheryl hadn&#039;t lied about her profession or her station in life. A meek and humble pencil pusher like her wasn&#039;t capable of incurring the wrath of any mafia boss or worse, could she? Before her dramatic analysis got too far, however, a different, more realistic, far grimmer reality dawned upon her. ``Human... testing...?&#039;&#039; she began squirming, then struggling, and finally thrashing in her chair. ``What was that?!&#039;&#039; she instantly demanded the second the medic pulled back and put a swab of cotton over her exposed vein. The disinfectant stung a little, but that was merely a grunt of discomfort compared to her desperation. ``Did you poison me? Was that poison?! Am I a lab rat about to die?!&#039;&#039; she cried out, summoning all of her strength in a pathetic surge of self-preserving bravado. The ropes were stronger.<br /><br />As Cheryl contemplated expiration, her flailing involuntarily seemed to die down. She had a lot more useless to go through, yet her body appeared to disobey. ``Is this the effect of the poison?!&#039;&#039; she asked herself, strangely set on perishing from poisoning in spite of her desire to live. But instead of the burning sensation she expected to tear her insides apart, serene warmth appeared to take over her mid-section. From her center the strange sensation spread to the rest of her body, leaving not a single inch of her being untouched; from her curling toes to the tip of each individual strand of hair in her dark brown bob cut.<br /><br />It wasn&#039;t a feeling of dread that invaded Cheryl, but confusion. ``If these people are not evil scientists then what did they inject me with? I feel so strange... I feel weak, yet I don&#039;t feel tired at all. All to the contrary, I feel more awake than ever. And it feels like I have to... that I have to...&#039;&#039; her thoughts diminished into half-construed ideas as she started feeling hotter and hotter. Her heart was racing again, but this time from unknown pleasure stemming from her skin. Her clothes felt tighter and the extra snug embrace of cotton and denim were like constraints against her body. ``Ahh!&#039;&#039; she moaned out loud, ``What&#039;s going on...?&#039;&#039; poor Cheryl gasped out loud, panting and throwing her head back.<br /><br />Her entire body seemed to pulse like a giant singular organ, generating spasms that made her noisily stretch her outfit. ``Everything... feels... smaller...&#039;&#039; she grunted in discomfort, but then she realized the ropes were extra tight all of a sudden as well. When Cheryl finally managed to crane her head back down she began to notice how, in gradual fashion, she seemed to be stretching all over; expanding larger and larger with every breath she took. ``N-no... I&#039;m... growing?!&#039;&#039; she exclaimed, being confused all over again. Her lips trembled as her tearing eyes glanced over at her captors with a pleading look. ``What was it...?!&#039;&#039; the growing girl demanded as the muttering finally died down. The three scientists and the two men behind them began to step away from Cheryl as her bindings noisily protested against her enlarging form. ``What have you done to me...?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Extreme reaction to compound B0367,&#039;&#039; one of the medics spoke while writing down on his clipboard. ``Write subject down for further examination.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Cheryl groaned as the rope started digging into her chest, arms and waist. She could feel her tights coming apart around her legs while they grew with the rest of her. Her high heels loudly clicked against the wooden floor, plastic starting to crack and fall apart with her feet increasing in size. Cheryl felt as if her toes had become trapped in a compress, the heels turning into a snug prison rather than the simply uncomfortable fashion statement they were supposed to be. <br /><br />The young woman&#039;s toes were the first to find liberation, making Cheryl let out a sigh of relief as air began to waft in through the cracked plastic. Her toes were still curled, but with extra room began wiggling about with nylon busting at the seams around her feet digits. The bewildering sensation of her expanding body was enough to cause Cheryl to stomp her feet down, snapping the heels of her footwear under the weight and force. ``It feels... ahh! Why does it feel so good?!&#039;&#039; she moaned in reluctant pleasure. She felt horrible since she was being examined like a lab rat, unable to stop herself from baring disgracing displays in front of the strangers.<br /><br />But she couldn&#039;t stop the process. Cheryl was forced to feel her tights shredding, her blazer buttons popping off one after another, the fabric of her shirt splitting apart and the cotton of her bra cups thinning out until being pulled apart by her burgeoning breasts. Her skirt was tearing up vertically alongside her hips, too wide to be properly covered now.&nbsp;&nbsp;It wasn&#039;t just her nipples rubbing against the increasingly tight confines of her underwear, however, she was being driven crazy by how the bottom unmentionables continued to press over her ladyhood and butt. She didn&#039;t just feel uncomfortable, Cheryl felt absolutely molested by her own clothes!<br /><br />``Moving to ranged observation,&#039;&#039; the scientist to the left side said, heading back after writing down on his clipboard. The door at the far back closed as quickly as it opened, or so Cheryl was able to tell from the minimum amount of light that briefly pervaded the room.<br /><br />``Wait, don&#039;t...! Don&#039;t leave me alone, you bastards!&#039;&#039; Cheryl shouted out loud, finding a tiny shred of bravery after the captors had finally left. But she couldn&#039;t stay mad for too long, hormones rushing to and clouding her brain synaptic processes. She had already grown several inches taller, which had secretly always been her dream, but the process didn&#039;t look finished to her. Even with her clothes being half-way into a trash bin, her body continued to swell and grow, pushing out against the now failing roping. ``This is too much!&#039;&#039; she helplessly yelped, ``I can&#039;t stop!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />And stop she did not. Cheryl had no choice but to relish the heavenly sensation of renewed freedom as she felt and saw the top rope stretch to such a point that her pulsing body was tearing it apart. Then suddenly, a series of snaps were heard when the bindings came apart and scattered like the tatters they were. Stretching her sore arms out, Cheryl wasted no time in pushing herself off the chair, intent on escaping. But before her legs could properly respond, she found herself wobbling over to a wall. ``Ahhh... why am I... oh God, I&#039;m feeling so light-headed! Is this that drug&#039;s fault too...?&#039;&#039; she thought while holding her head.<br /><br />The now six and half feet woman had an unexpectedly long journey ahead of her as she dragged herself along the wall. In spite of it being a small room, her state made Cheryl feel like she was stuck in the longest corridor of her life. Everything felt slower for some reason and she couldn&#039;t stave off that alien feeling of pleasure suppressing her every rational thought. Panting, she eventually doubled over and let out a nearly orgasmic cry, barely able to stop herself from toppling over with a hand on the wall. ``I&#039;m... Nnghh...!&#039;&#039; she grunted, scared and aroused at the same time. Her body appeared to capitalize from the heightened sensations, drawing from the rush in order to swell even faster.<br /><br />One by one, her formal business suit&#039;s individual components were forcibly in a most spectacular fashion. Her blazer had been fully opened, exposing her stretched-over shirt underneath. But Cheryl had no time to remove the superficial part of the attire by hand when the growth worsened. She felt the fabric coming apart at her back in a similar fashion to her ruined below skirt, except this one busted a seam at the center with widened into a hole that split the outfit up and down. The growing woman only had a moment to flail each arm and discard the forced-apart halves because very soon she started feeling the tightness around her sleeves.<br /><br />``Nnghh! Why is it getting even faster?! I&#039;m already too big! I&#039;m too big!&#039;&#039; she yelled, as if this was all a controlled experiment somebody could stop with the press of a button. Cheryl&#039;s frustration only grew as she could see her tanned skin through the now semi-transparent material of her casual business shirt.<br /><br />Cheryl never had trouble shopping for clothes. She was rather plain, although just right in the curve development. Not too busty and not too fat either, so anything average usually fit her. Now that she was of amazonian height and growing, that usually loose shirt was now being worn as something of a second skin over her expanding form. The sleeves quickly began to tear apart and the small buttons popped off with haste. ``Ahhh...! Why does this feel... so good?!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Inch upon inch, Cheryl grew taller and taller, and she could almost feel it accelerate the most exasperated she became. No matter what she did however, she couldn&#039;t calm down. How could she, when she was already over seven feet tall and her outfit had become a mess of stretched, clingy tatters and strings?! ``Even if I do manage to get out, I&#039;ll be completely naked! What do I do?! I don&#039;t have my phone with me; they must have taken it with them!&#039;&#039; she sobbed, smashing a fist on a wall and leaving a small indentation on it. ``N-no, I have to make it out! Have to get help! Maybe if I get to a hospital f-fuh-fast enough...&#039;&#039; she began to stammer, and the effort she made to walk forwards ended with Cheryl clumsily slipping and rolling on the floor with a heavy thud.<br /><br />``I can&#039;t mooooove! Ugh!&#039;&#039; the overwhelmed young girl grunted, barely mustering up strength in order to sit up. ``Ahh! Wuh-what is that? In my gut... it feels like...!&#039;&#039; she anxiously felt over her exposed mid-riff, just catching the sight of her bra splitting down the middle and its straps snapping off her shoulders. It was strange at first, but Cheryl was convinced of the deep sound her body was making because as soon as she had detected it, she pulsed all over and suddenly grew a whole foot larger.<br /><br />``Eeeeeyaaah!&#039;&#039; the girl shrieked, slamming both closed hands onto the floor ahead of her as she sat up on her knees. Her body burst forth with such immediacy that the remains of her outfit practically exploded out of her and were finally pushed off her person when a second growth spurt completed her ascension to a staggering 10ft. tall. ``Can&#039;t stop it. Can&#039;t stop it. Can&#039;t stop...!&#039;&#039; she panted, feeling the growth return to a gradual but accelerated pace again.<br /><br />She was growing so big so fast now that Cheryl could feel the ceiling getting closer and closer without her having to look up. Still kneeling down, the front of feet slid across the wooden floor as Cheryl enlarged. She could feel each of her pretty toenails scraping against wood. The room was so empty that she didn&#039;t collide with anything at first. But the moment her left foot reached the wall she had been using for support, the coldness made her lurch up in reflex. Cheryl groaned as she finally hit her head against the ceiling, but instead of the girl reeling down from pain, her head went right through as if the ceiling had been made of papier-mache.<br /><br />All the growing giantess could do was watch in a panic as her growth continued to accelerate without end. She had intended to escape the building, but those hopes had been dashed by her constantly expanding form taking up too much space. Cheryl was soon filling up the room she had woken up in, her hips and sides growing into the walls while her feet planted themselves against the surfaces behind her.<br /><br />As her sliding knees scraped over the wooden floor and the contiguous floor began to house the upper part of her body, Cheryl began to wonder just how high up she was in what was obviously an apartment complex. The new floor was even more dimly lit as the first, and just as empty. No, the word she was thinking of was abandoned. She had been kidnapped and put in a dingy old abandoned apartment for a shady test on some drug that makes humans grow. Cheryl could simply not fathom who would have a need for something like that, but right now her concern was surviving the ordeal. No matter how big she got, she figured, if she fell from high enough she could break a bone or worse.<br /><br />``I have to remain still... try to... ride this out!&#039;&#039; Cheryl trembled as she made the decision to keep herself from stumbling forwards; she couldn&#039;t afford that anymore and was scared to even make it out this time. ``Nngh! Ahh!&#039;&#039; she whimpered as her growth made her bang her head into the next ceiling, ``This is so annoying! Stop growing already!&#039;&#039; she cried out, grumbling as her elbows began to grind against the sidewalls and her feet finally smashed through the brick wall behind her. Cheryl could feel all the debris and dust filling up the spaces between her toes, which made her squeamish as if she had gotten hard-to-get-rid-of sand in her feet.<br /><br />She continued to boom larger, and Cheryl was soon informed, in a less-than-gentle way, that she hadn&#039;t started growing at the basement floor after all. ``N-no...&#039;&#039; she hiccupped shyly and began to shift around nervously, feeling the floor under her legs and knees begin to give out. ``No no no. Nonononono!&#039;&#039; she frantically repeated, eventually screaming as she fell through with a loud crash. And then she crashed through another floor. And another.<br /><br />``Ouch! Ouch! Owwie owwie ouch!&#039;&#039; the thirty foot tall giantess whined after each crash through, but the truth was this wasn&#039;t hurting her at all. Cheryl had been scared about getting hurt all along, but other than her acrophobia she couldn&#039;t believe how relatively fine she felt even after that series of falls. She figured two things out: One, her body had become a lot tougher than she had expected and two, she had apparently made it to the basement floor already. ``Those jerks knew this would happen, didn&#039;t they? Why would they start me up at that floor? I could&#039;ve died...!&#039;&#039; she grumbled, coughing from the dust cloud trapped within the apartment. ``Oooooh, I can&#039;t take any more of this!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Just as Cheryl said that, her arms, tired of being pressed together, finally punched their way out to stretch. Before Cheryl could realize what she had done out of sheer frustration, the building began to come down on her. ``Eeeeeek!&#039;&#039; she shouted out, retracting her arms and bracing herself for the falling floors. But it didn&#039;t seem like she was going to suffer from this disaster either. That familiar feeling in her gut returned with a vengeance, making her widen her eyes in spite of her arms blocking her sight.<br /><br />All of a sudden, Cheryl&#039;s body began to rumble like a revving-up engine. The sensation quaked all over her skin and she almost lost it again to the ensuing pleasure. She exploded with size. First, she doubled in size, making brick, wood and glass bounce off her rising body harmlessly. Next, she doubled in size yet again, making the collapsing apartment fall apart to the sides as her body flared with intensity.<br /><br />At over a hundred feet tall, Cheryl was simply enveloped in what seemed to be a never-ending cloud of dust. The surge of size left her woozy and exhausted, but also so incredibly horny she was covered from chin to forehead in red. Saliva was dripping over her lips, yet her heavy breaths were just as dry as her parched throat was. She didn&#039;t understand; she couldn&#039;t; Cheryl had been taken for the wildest ride of her life. And she only seemed to be growing bigger, her gigantic form swelling more and more, overtaking the size of the now demolished apartment she had just grown out of. When the dust finally settled, Cheryl shook all over like a wet canine, getting dust off her as she weakly raised her head. The sight of the night sky and the moon casting its eerie yet somewhat comforting light onto her light-brown skin made her feel oddly at ease.<br /><br />She was surrounding by buildings her feet were threatening to smash into. Nearby vehicles were getting pushed off by her advancing soles. Her head was quickly overtaking some of the roofs she had been briefly looking up at. Cheryl began to laugh, ``Heh. Heh...&#039;&#039; It was a tired, half-hearted laugh. The expansion seemed to have taken a lot out of her, both physically and mentally. The excessive toll was so great that her consciousness finally gave away. Never once did she wonder how big she had become, but before she passed out from exertion, the giantess had ended over 150ft. tall. Blackness shrouded her vision and she felt herself vanish.<br /><br />---------------<br /><br />``Ahh!&#039;&#039; Cheryl screamed back to consciousness, sitting up with brusque impulse. Her ears were ringing and her eyes wide, her lungs working overtime to supply air for her irregular panting. The buildings were gone, and she wasn&#039;t outside anymore. Cheryl found herself back home, alone and safe in her apartment. Her bedroom was as it always had been, and her bed covers were draped over her lower body.<br /><br />She was twitchy and confused, but also very consciously concerned. ``That was... was that just a nightmare? A dream?&#039;&#039; Cheryl carefully brought a hand to her cheek and she winced a little as she pinched herself. Her other hand slowly removed the covers and she found herself in her pajamas instead of naked and caked in building debris and dust.&nbsp;&nbsp;``That felt so real...&#039;&#039; she shook a little and threw the covers back on, slowly sinking back under them.<br /><br />The darkness of her room almost seemed comforting. Cheryl couldn&#039;t believe that horrible experience had been fabricated by her mind during her sleeping hours; kidnapped, drugged and being stuck without control of her own body.&nbsp;&nbsp;While contemplating the freakishly realistic events as her brain recollected them, Cheryl&#039;s phone startled her with an alarm. ``Eeeeyah!&#039;&#039; she screamed, diving away from her bed and onto the floor, bed covers tugged along for the ride. ``Owie...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``I&#039;m still on edge...&#039;&#039; a frustrated Cheryl lamented, rubbing the resulting bump on her left knee. Scrambling to get onto her bed, she untangled herself from the covers and reached for her vibrating phone, sliding on the touch screen to stop the alarm. ``Oh no! I have no time for dreams!&#039;&#039; she said, staring at the date on her phone screen. The alarm had been on point since she had been considering going back to sleep, but now Cheryl&#039;s worries seemed completely funneled elsewhere.<br /><br />She dashed to the bathroom to get a quick shower in, leaving her phone on top of her dresser where a small folding calendar with that day&#039;s date was circled in red. ``Big presentation!&#039;&#039; was scribbled on empty space and connected by an arrow that pointed at the date.<br /><br />Cheryl hadn&#039;t lied to those stiff kidnappers. She had majored in finances at college and the young girl presently belonged to a small consultation office for four years now. Nothing especially fancy, but it paid her bills and kept her fed. Cheryl wasn&#039;t a particularly ambitious person, and with her shy demeanor and short stature she was mostly invisible. All she really wanted was a quiet and peaceful life.<br /><br />That day, both of her main desires were out of the window. Every semester it was customary for one of the firm&#039;s consultants to be chosen for a projection-based presentation for the company itself. It served both as a financial awareness report for the office as well as a chance for peer review. Cheryl had been selected two weeks prior, and she had been stressing out all that time preparing everything for her presentation.<br /><br />Once finished at the shower, Cheryl quickly toweled herself dry and proceeded to outfit herself. She had only two variations of the same business casual outfit, and the only formality she chose to go with was a professional looking vest on top of her blazer. She quickly settled her bob cut bangs into place and gently smacked her cheeks in front of the mirror. After slipping into her high heels, she clicked them in place and grabbed her things, rushing out with only a peeled banana in her free hand. She disliked eating big breakfasts before big moments, since she always got too nervous and it could get her sick.<br /><br />The city Cheryl lived in was a large metropolis where one could feel the taller buildings practically falling on top of them. Transit was a nightmare, but Cheryl was still stuck doing commute until she could afford a car. She had her license, but not having to live with the upkeep costs and stress of driving her own vehicle suited her just fine for the time being.<br /><br />The office was bustling as usual. Consultants were coming and going in spite of the early hour. Cheryl had made sure to be especially early for her presentation since the review board could be especially prickly about presentation days, so she meekly bowed her head to anybody she came across who seemed to be looking at her and made her way down to the meeting room.<br /><br />The projector silently hummed to life as she hit the remote. Cheryl put down her laptop and connected the VGA slot with the projector&#039;s cable, smiling as she saw a projection of her desktop. ``Glad it worked on the first try!&#039;&#039; she thought to herself, gaining a breath of relief. More than once she had had bad times during which technology simply refused to cooperate, making her presentations twice as hard since digital slides and power point files were the industry standard. She hardly remembered ever picking up a marker and writing down on boards anymore.<br /><br />Cheryl frantically double and triple checked everything was running fine and that she had her files in working order. She remembered having done so the previous night, but she couldn&#039;t be too sure. Things seemed fine. She sighed, took a deep breath and turned to the entrance of the meeting room. She could see figures gathering outside. For once, she decided to be assertive and went to welcome her superiors.<br /><br />But Cheryl was so nervous that her movements were like that of a robot with rusted articulations. She had a particularly bad case of stage fright, which naturally became further exacerbated during peer reviews. She was sure of everything she had done and she could speak at length with people one-on-one without missing a beat, but when it was multiple people she started to feel dizzy and sluggish. Before she could tell, Cheryl&#039;s ears picked up the sound of people&#039;s voices greeting her and making their way inside, filling up the seats while she stood there, half-way through the exit.<br /><br />``Not feeling well, dear?&#039;&#039; Cheryl&#039;s boss, Mr. Hartman, was one of the most exigent men she had ever met. But he had always treated her with respect. An old but well-mannered old-school accountant, he commanded the respect of his subordinates both with his generous bonuses and stern salary cuts. His presence in a room always made his employees stand on edge, and Cheryl was the least possible exception. Yet for such a ``results are all that matter&#039;&#039; kind of man, his tone transmitted genuine concern. ``You look pale. Do you need to use the restroom before we begin?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``A-ahh!&#039;&#039; Cheryl snapped to attention, ``N-no. I was just... getting the door for you gentlemen! That&#039;s all! J-juh-gentlemen and lady!&#039;&#039; she corrected herself with a nervous laugh, her hand stroking the edge of the door before she actually managed to grab it and close it behind the last person entering the meeting room.<br /><br />``Ah. Right, thank you. Let us begin then,&#039;&#039; Mr. Hartman said, taking the seat of the chairman, naturally.<br /><br />``R-right!&#039;&#039; Cheryl tried to sound as reliable as she could muster, but her boss&#039; eagerness only seemed to be spearing the arrows of ``Get going!&#039;&#039; and ``Hurry up!&#039;&#039; through her poor heart.<br /><br />With a skip in her step, Cheryl made her way over to her laptop and used the dimmer to adjust the lighting and set the focus on the projector screen. With a gliding finger over the touchpad, Cheryl went to click on her presentation, but she couldn&#039;t get the cursor to move for some reason. ``Um...&#039;&#039; her smile gradually transformed into a mellow stare that quickly devolved into an eye-darting, nerve-wracked grin. ``Th-thu-the mouse won&#039;t move... I mean the touchpad isn&#039;t responding...&#039;&#039; she mumbled.<br /><br />There was a series of mumbles that followed alongside some whispering. One of her peer consultants spoke in a loud voice. ``Hey, Cheryl, if you didn&#039;t bring a mouse, why don&#039;t you check if you got the touchpad enabled?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Huh? Oh!&#039;&#039; the girl froze up and her face turned red. It had happened to her before, and enough times that she knew what the fix was, but never to check before panicking. ``Thanks!&#039;&#039; she quickly tried to laugh it off and cursed her own clumsiness. ``Must&#039;ve disabled it by accident while I was fiddling around earlier...!&#039;&#039; she grumbled to herself, hitting the function key combination on her keyboard which restored touchpad functionality.<br /><br />After that short and slightly amusing hiccup, the presentation was underway. Cheryl couldn&#039;t help but notice the wry smiles on several of her coworkers. She couldn&#039;t be sure of what they were thinking, but having them stare at her so intently convinced her brain that they were ready to roast her inside of an oven. The one ray of hope was Mr. Hartman, ever silent and at the most shifting on his seat throughout the talk.<br /><br />``...a-and as you can see, the March s-suh-sales lead into this um...&#039;&#039; Cheryl was using her pointer to show a simple bar graph that everybody in the room was familiar with. There really was no need for Cheryl to tell her fellow professionals what she was referring to when she was pointing at it so fervently, but she seemed to have forgotten the word she wanted to use. She stood still, her body shaking a little before coming to a full stop.<br /><br />Cheryl was drawing a blank.<br /><br />``...the retained earnings, right?&#039;&#039; one of the female coworkers pitched in. Cheryl let out a gasp and began nodding her head up and down.<br /><br />``Y-yes! Um, th-thank you!&#039;&#039; the nervous consultant tried to laugh it off again, but this time she was significantly less convincing. It was clear she had fumbled, but it looked like the ball was still rolling. ``As well, if you t-take a look at page five of the report, you&#039;ll see a detailed note-down of everyone&#039;s contributions to the semester. So uhm...&#039;&#039; she began to grip and spin the pointer in her hands, biting her lips a little as nobody on the table was looking at her notes, save for Mr. Hartman. Whether by intense observation, interest in oral exposition or brief distraction, it looked like her suggestion had gone by completely ignored.<br /><br />``Why are they staring so much?!&#039;&#039; Cheryl thought with an inaudible groan. ``Jeez, cut me a break! This didn&#039;t start off so well...&#039;&#039; she mentally sobbed, but what she couldn&#039;t see that her coworkers could was something far more intriguing than her nervous presentation. Her clothes were particularly snug around her form, and Cheryl&#039;s curves appeared significantly more prominent the way her attire seemed a little too undersized for her. ``Ugh, the atmosphere&#039;s so thick and heavy... should I repeat myself? Crack a joke to break the ice?&#039;&#039; her mind raced with doubt, knees touching together as she pulled at her shirt collar. It was very hard to tug on it, however.<br /><br />It was then that she finally took notice.<br /><br />But Cheryl couldn&#039;t believe it. She felt it in her bones and muscles. Her insides had begun heating up as if she had spent the last fifteen minutes in a sauna. She wasn&#039;t sweating, yet she felt like she had swallowed the sun itself. It wasn&#039;t merely a suggestion from her body either, the urge was manifesting on top of her nerves and anxiety. ``No. No, this can&#039;t be...&#039;&#039; Cheryl thought as she tried to remain as calm as possible given the situation, but her eyes confirmed what her skin had been screaming since she was finally able to perceive the tighter clothes; she was steadily growing larger.<br /><br />Cheryl couldn&#039;t just run away, however. Mr. Hartman was still sitting there; the only one paying attention to her meticulous although generally underappreciated notes. She could only fear the reprisal if she dared to cut and run without explanation. ``That wasn&#039;t a dream?!&#039;&#039; she screamed in her head, becoming woozier and more distracted as she made the attempt to follow through with the presentation, trying her hardest to convince herself this was just her nerves. She didn&#039;t want to believe the phenomenon that was clearly making her stretch out into amazonian heights once again. ``Please stop. This isn&#039;t happening!&#039;&#039; she made her best attempt at denying it, but the mutterings and whispers were only serving to upset her further. Cheryl could hear them mumbling about their disbelief and their words were growing louder and more concerned.<br /><br />Her vest protested the hardest; eventually making the consultant seated the closest to Cheryl gasp out loud as the button at the top snapped and flew right off her suit and into a cabinet to the far back. Cheryl was trembling all over, her body&#039;s swelling so painfully slow that she could almost feel each fiber of her shirt and tights fighting a losing battle. Try as she might, Cheryl couldn&#039;t suppress that urgency her body had to expand.<br /><br />``A-as you can see...&#039;&#039; the shy girl&#039;s quivering lips and shaky eyes belied her ever increasing height. Her clothes stretching audibly now, she was able to compete with the tallest man in the room already. And yet she did her best to see her job through. It was impossible for her to discern priorities; and she just hoped this equally impossible situation was another dream. ``...i-if the... if the quarterly projections m-muh-mimic the... ah...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Is she... seriously getting bigger? Tell me I&#039;m not imagining this,&#039;&#039; the mutterings didn&#039;t stop.<br /><br />``The button from her vest almost capped me in the forehead, I&#039;m sure I didn&#039;t imagine that!&#039;&#039; another voice responded in low tone.<br /><br />``A-and are the rest of her clothes gonna...?&#039;&#039; It was simply impossible for Cheryl to continue. Dream or no dream, nightmare or not, this was so humiliating!<br /><br />``Enough of your chattering,&#039;&#039; Mr. Hartman&#039;s voice raised over everybody else&#039;s, in clear tone. ``Why are you disrespecting your fellow co-worker with your drivel when she is...&#039;&#039; as the old man&#039;s impatient sermon began, it simultaneously seemed to grind to a halt as his eyes finally left Cheryl&#039;s notes and focused on the sight ahead. The veteran accountant paused, took his glasses off and cleaned them before putting them back on again. ``...what in tarnation...?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />That was it. The moment Mr. Hartman&#039;s words full of shock entered everybody&#039;s ears, the mutterings and mumbles grew into a heated discussion focused on Cheryl&#039;s enlarging form. Inevitably, the questions began piling up before her; none of them on the topic of quarterly projections obviously.<br /><br />If Cheryl had to describe what she felt at that moment, she simply couldn&#039;t handle the paradoxical chaos swirling up her mind. With each person expressing their shock, concern, curiosity and even surprising amounts of attractiveness to what was going on with her, Cheryl felt as if she were shrinking in spite of her clothes becoming undone by her constantly expanding form. Regardless of how convinced she was she had been thrust into another nightmarish realm of psychological torture; the pressure was driving her insane. She couldn&#039;t hold it inside any longer and finally dropped her pointer, grabbed her head and let out a scream. ``Ahhhhhh!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />The outburst silenced those present and then, as if previewing a coming storm, the evenly amused and surprised witnesses saw the girl suddenly bang her head on the hanging projector as her body swelled a couple feet larger instantaneously. Snaps and rips were the accompanying sonorous melody of Cheryl&#039;s business clothes once more falling prey to her burgeoning form. Everyone was shocked now.<br /><br />The poor growing girl groaned from the rush of pain and lost her balance in the ensuing panic, slipping and falling on her large rump with a thud. Mr. Hartman and a few others instinctively got off their chairs and rushed to help Cheryl up, but were discouraged when she let out a moan and grew another couple of feet bigger. ``Nnghh! Th-this feels too real! I can feel the pain. Why can I feel the pain?!&#039;&#039; she internally sobbed, ``N-no!&#039;&#039; she begged, as if her body and her mind were on two opposing fronts and one needed to convince the other.<br /><br />Taken by surprise, Mr. Hartman and the co-worker who had helped Cheryl solve the touch-pad issue earlier were both bowled over by the nervous consultant&#039;s feet. She grew so big so fast that at the same time her high heels burst apart, her toes and feet tore through her tights and involuntarily kicked both men down. ``Ahh! M-M-Muh-Mr. Hartman! I&#039;m so sorry! I&#039;m so sorry!&#039;&#039; the sniveling Cheryl frantically apologized, ``I can&#039;t stop it! I can&#039;t control it!&#039;&#039; she warned, feeling the meeting room turning more and more claustrophobia-inducing as her body peeled off her shrinking clothes.<br /><br />``Oof!&#039;&#039; the men groaned and tried to skitter away. Mr. Hartman was surprisingly fast enough to move out of the way, but the other guy was continuously pushed by Cheryl&#039;s advancing feet. The table was soon vacated before it too was knocked over by the amazon&#039;s lengthening extremities. Cheryl made an attempt to pull back her feet to stand up, but she was growing so quickly it was impossible to maintain steady footing. She could feel spilled water from knocked over paper cups, her notes and other personal effects landing on her expanding feet yet bouncing off.<br /><br />``Why here...? Why now?!&#039;&#039; Cheryl lamented in her mind as her arms flailed backwards and tried to keep herself steady, but her grip had become strong enough to collapse plaster already. ``Ahhh! I&#039;m sorry!&#039;&#039; she apologized again, unable to help herself from destroying the meeting room simply by increasing her height.<br /><br />``She&#039;s getting too freaking big! Let&#039;s go!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``We got Miles out!&#039;&#039; one of the women said as she and another coworker managed to pull out the unconscious guy being smothered by Cheryl&#039;s tremendous feet.<br /><br />``Mr. Hartman, what do we do? Call an ambulance? The police- the fire department?!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``For now, evacuate the building!&#039;&#039; the older accountant sounded off, ``Who knows how big she will get?! We have to get out of here before she brings down the place and us with it!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Upset beyond measure, Cheryl could only watch in fright as her boss and all of her co-workers fled the meeting room. ``Please...! Help me! I can&#039;t... I can&#039;t stop it! I&#039;m not... ahhh!&#039;&#039; she truly was unable to stop it. Cheryl grew and grew, and what began as a calm and orderly building-vacating order turned into a full blown panic evacuation when her elbows and heels crashed through the walls and her head went through to the second floor. ``No! Please stop! Please stop! I don&#039;t want to grow anymooooooooore...!&#039;&#039; she pleaded and begged, she cried and shouted, but her body only expanded faster and faster.<br /><br />Just like with the previous building Cheryl had grown out of, the office she had been working at for so long began to crumble around her as her naked body outgrew it. Her soles bashed through plaster, bricks, glass, wood and metal. Nothing could stop or contain her. She eventually felt one of her arms smash through to the outside while the other continued to grow deeper into the office building, starting to invade other sectors. The one blessing in disguise was that Cheryl wasn&#039;t being hurt once she had become large enough. It seemed like the building, in addition to offering less resistance against her ascending form, felt increasingly brittle and almost gentle with her.<br /><br />But no matter how quasi-pleasant the experience became, all Cheryl could do was tighten and tense up, shutting her eyes and begging every higher power she could come up with in her mind to stop this madness. There was no divine intervention, only a giant woman filling up a building from within.<br /><br />And so did Cheryl grow and grow and grow, smashing up everything she had ever known in the office until her girth had become too imposing for the building to contain. Those outside saw the financial firm gradually come apart, with increasingly violent shakes and rumbles that evolved into full on fissure-generating quakes. The young consultant&#039;s head bashed through the top followed by the rest of her nude body which was soon laid bare in all of its two hundred feet tall glory.<br /><br />All the young girl could do was throw her arms around her exposed bits and cradle herself. Cheryl had been longing for freedom after being constrained for so many heavily frustrating minutes, but now that she was outside, the camera flashes and torrent of attention made her wish she went back to being her usual, invisible self. ``Nooooooooooooooooo!&#039;&#039; she screamed out loud, shivering at the cool air caressing her gigantic body.<br /><br />Cheryl could only remember a single instance of something this embarrassing happening before. It was during her teenage years, at a summer camp where everybody had been enjoying time off at the lake. A particularly sturdy and perseverant tree branch Cheryl had absentmindedly snagged her swimsuit on had ripped it off, leaving her mostly nude in front of everybody else. This situation was at the very least forty times worse given the scope of her size, but her ultimate reaction was exactly the same.<br /><br />Forgetting briefly that she was a giantess, the shame-blinded Cheryl stood up, arms still covering her modest although scaled-up curves, and took off in the direction of least resistance. She somehow managed to avoid crushing pedestrians, but the same couldn&#039;t be said for streetlights, parked food stands and even some empty vehicles that were in her way. It was a huge city after all.<br /><br />Cheryl ran and ran. She just wanted to disappear and curl up just as she had done all those years before. The macro-scale woman&#039;s perception of time diluted so she never quite knew how long it took her to make it to the beach side of town. But at her eventual arrival, Cheryl made a most spectacular vanishing act under water.<br /><br />She never knew why it had to happen, but the giant girl had to disappear. And just when she couldn&#039;t take it anymore, the solitude of swimming away into the ocean helped her calm her nerves. Cheryl understood now that there was no conceivable way this was possible, but it was happening and she had to face it head on.<br /><br />Minutes after paddling away, the tremendously large girl found herself several miles away from the city. There was a strange yet comforting amount of quiet and peace in the rocking waves. Cheryl wondered why there weren&#039;t any newscast helicopters hovering above her, but then she began to notice how the tranquil waves were supposed to farther away from her eyes. It took her a moment of experimenting with her hands, but then she finally was able to see each time she scooped water up from the sea, foam became more concentrated and certainly less diluted. ``But that can only be true if...&#039;&#039; Cheryl muttered and looked around to find any way to compare herself to any object.<br /><br />All that surrounded her was water. Land was miles away and she slowly started realizing she was stranded, naked, in the middle of the ocean. ``Ahh! You&#039;ve got to be kidding me! Am I shrinking?!&#039;&#039; she began to panic. In her desperation she had swam so much, so hard, so fast, that she had cleared a Herculean amount of distance in record time. ``But if I&#039;m really shrinking, I won&#039;t be able to cross that distance again before my body tires out! Oh God. Oh God, what do I do?!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Cheryl began to panic, arms flailing and splashing water around. She had to come up with a plan and fast. Unfortunately, there were no ships this far out. The fear of drowning or being hurt, or worse, by a predator out at sea was starting to overwhelm her. She began paddling helplessly in the direction of the city, all worries about her nudity taking a distant place to her personal safety. Just when she was about to give up, however, she saw what looked like a yacht under one of her arms that was doing the arch for crawling. Cheryl couldn&#039;t believe how small it was; it almost looked like a model yacht! And then she realized she was only about half a mile away from the coast.<br /><br />``N-no way!&#039;&#039; she freaked out, immediately diving and bracing herself away. ``I&#039;m huge again?! What&#039;s going on... is this... can I actually control this after all...?&#039;&#039; she grunted. Cheryl had to estimate her size in the late hundreds of feet tall if a yacht looked so small to her. After she reemerged a good distance away, the worried woman sighed. ``I can&#039;t believe it. But... this day has been unbelievable! I have to try...!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />And so she did. Cheryl tried the hardest she had ever tried, but each attempt only made her grow larger and more exhausted. Her body was approaching the thousands of feet, and she gave up once all she could do was float topside like a piece of driftwood. ``Ahhh... this is exhausting. And it only made me bigger! Wait. Maybe if... maybe if I try to relax...?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Bit by bit, Cheryl took her tiredness as an unexpected boon. It helped her to relax and distend. With calm and focused concentration as opposed to fierce mental demands, Cheryl surely enough began to diminish in size. It took her quite a while to learn how to adjust her size properly, and by the time she had the hang of it, morning had become afternoon. The darkness suited her just fine, and she could now approach the coastline at a large size and adjust once she was close enough. ``I&#039;m lucky I didn&#039;t become fish bait back there... or a human raisin!&#039;&#039; she sobbed, looking at her soaked hands and hugging herself for warmth.<br /><br />``What a day...&#039;&#039; the finally normalized Cheryl thought out loud while looking at the huge city. Sirens weren&#039;t blaring, so maybe the commotion she had caused had died down. Only two thoughts remained in her exhausted mind. ``I have to make it home somehow. And... I... I guess the presentation... was a complete fiasco.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />----------------<br /><br />A whole life had to be left behind.<br /><br />She never responded to any summons or phone calls after that fateful day. Talk of the amazing growing woman filled the streets of the metropolis and soon reached every corner of the state. It was impossible for the poor girl to live a normal life anymore, but fortunately she was ahead of the game.<br /><br />Cheryl was a name she had to discard as well as her apartment, her things and her city. It took her weeks of traveling and researching, but she found somewhere else to live. After quickly calling in a favor and getting a loan from her bank, and forcing herself to learn to drive, she one day disappeared in a car and nobody ever saw her again.<br /><br />What had happened back then was real and the nightmare lived with her every day. All she wanted to do was forget it, but her body refused to allow it. She felt it in her gut. Her insides would stir every little while during each hour of the day. Multiple times did she bump her head against the ceiling of the car or accelerated without meaning to because she inched upwards unconsciously.<br /><br />All the poor girl could do was learn to live with condition, if there was a term for such a peculiarly mind-boggling symptom. She would make stops at the side of the highways when the road was empty and walk out, throw out her clothes and let her body grow, expanding little by little until the urge was sated. But that was only rough patchwork. It would only return later, the sensation just as fresh as the first time, demanding her to cut loose.<br /><br />Her growth spurts could have the worst timings. Most of the time she had to stop the car, but sometimes she had to rush to the diner she had stopped to eat at and cram herself in its bathroom, allowing herself some breathing room to grow big while praying no one would walk in on her.<br /><br />She didn&#039;t just have to get away from the scandals. The girl was afraid. What she had initially considered a nightmare, the precursor to the destruction of her office building, was likely the cause of her malady. And she was convinced she had to escape the people responsible for what she was suffering from. If they truly had kidnapped so easily, there was no way they wouldn&#039;t try to get to her again if she dared stay in her apartment. <br /><br />That was why she had chosen to live her life at a place that had open spaces yet was far removed from the metropolis she had left behind. That was why she traveled west to a mid-eastern rural town reminiscent of her childhood. And that was why she chose to use her late mother&#039;s name to disguise her identity. Cheryl was no more, and from now on she would be known as Heather.<br /><br />Keeping tabs on and learning to live with the fact she could wake up several times taller and with her clothes in tatters was difficult, but reinserting herself into society and with her new identity was a whole different beast to tackle. Fortunately, as soft-spoken and invisible as Heather&#039;s past self-used to be, her competence at her previous job had landed her some opportunities from several of her connections that had been glad to be of help to her.<br /><br />It certainly took her time, but the months went by and Heather steadily found her place in the quiet yet welcoming suburbs of a mid-western American town.<br /><br />And so, a year came to pass...<br /><br />-----------<br /><br />Aside a particular kind of stage fright, Heather never had had any difficulties with her job as a consultant. When she first arrived at her new town, she needed a lot of help setting up and she couldn&#039;t just go around distributing resumes for the person she had to leave behind. Fortunately for her, she had done good enough work with her connections, enabling her to land a job at a local bank.<br /><br />It wasn&#039;t the same salary, but what Heather was mostly nervous about was the many new faces she had to get used to. However, the upside of it being a small time rural town gave repeatability and a certain sense of community. Soon enough, the young girl had settled in and just fine. Her only issue was to keep her more than uncommon urges in check nowadays.<br /><br />One morning during coffee break, Heather&#039;s new boss, Mrs. Drew, approached her.<br /><br />``Hey, Heather, come over here,&#039;&#039; said the middle-aged yet beautiful manager. It was a surprise to Heather seeing Mrs. Drew alone for once. Usually she always walked with at least two other people, be it their bigger clients or her co-workers, and her secretary in tow.<br /><br />Heather preemptively turned her first sip of coffee into a sudden gulp that almost seared her palate, having been surprised by the call. Compared to her ex-boss, Mr. Hartman, Mrs. Drew was much mellower and far less strict. Heather wondered if it was the result of managing the only major bank in town, effectively ensuring they never ran out of business. Whatever the case, the young girl couldn&#039;t help but be intimidated to be singled out by the boss. ``Y-yes, Mrs. Drew?&#039;&#039; Heather took a moment to hide the tears from her scalded tongue. ``Is there a... problem?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``What? Oh ho ho, no, you silly girl! I&#039;m just checking up on you,&#039;&#039; Mrs. Drew had a contagious giggle that gradually disarmed Heather&#039;s tense reaction into a calmer smile. For all of her misfortune, she was actually happy with her luck with bosses. ``You have been around for most of this year,&#039;&#039; the older woman casually leaned back against one of the free counters, putting away her phone for a moment, ``I&#039;m surprised you could manage your new position so well, and so quickly. Our clients love you.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``A-ah! W-well,&#039;&#039; Heather began to blush, hiding her eyes behind the bangs over her forehead, part of her embarrassed smile, the commissures, disappearing amongst the side bangs, ``I try to do my best. And it was so nice of you to let me work here on recommendation alone, Mrs. Drew. I&#039;m very thankful for that!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Now now, don&#039;t be so modest. Here, come with me,&#039;&#039; Mrs. Drew insisted and with a wave of her hand, Heather found herself following after her boss as they toured the large building. ``Heather, we might be a small business compared to the client who recommended you to me, but we&#039;re the only bank in town! That gives us an edge city entrepreneurs don&#039;t get, mm? &#039;&#039; It was hard to avoid looking at the smirk of amusement and pride on Mrs. Drew&#039;s plump lips. Heather had come to know just how much her boss liked to remind everybody the kind of influence she had; but the whimsical, almost childish way she did it reminded Heather of a queen.<br /><br />``R-right,&#039;&#039; Heather went along, stopping at the small break room next to the offices. She took a seat opposite of Mrs. Drew as they chatted away. When Mrs. Drew asked Heather what she thought of the town, she responded it was a change of pace from where she used to live. Heather liked the people living in town, and they had certainly welcomed her with open arms. It was definitely a dialing down in terms of pressure.<br /><br />``Right?&#039;&#039; Mrs. Drew took a sip from her freshly prepared tea and relaxed, seemingly enjoying herself. ``Ahh. I love this apple cinnamon flavor. I figured by now you&#039;d have gotten tired of coffee, darling. Would you like to sample it?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Heather had never had such a casual boss like this before, but she had to admit it felt nice to be noticed for a change. It was hard for her to feel pride without immediately feeling embarrassed by additional attention thanks to her meek disposition. She was happy for the bonds she was building up after all she had left behind. Normally, Heather didn&#039;t mind sharing drinks, but she had to decline Mrs. Drew&#039;s offer for an entirely different reason. ``Ahh, n-no, thank you, Mrs. Drew. I&#039;m good!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Oh? Haha, of course. Silly me, you wouldn&#039;t be able to properly appreciate this mild sweetness with the coffee&#039;s aftertaste in the way. I simply must have seltzer brought in for just these cases!&#039;&#039; Mrs. Drew laughed, and Heather imitated her. ``Mmm, are you feeling quite alright, dear?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Yuh-yes?&#039;&#039; Heather was quick to respond, but she quickly tripped over her own tongue and rebuilt the sentence: ``What do you mean?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Ah, well. It&#039;s just you appear a little... swollen, I presume? Let me adjust my glasses... Get older, can&#039;t see as well as before!&#039;&#039; the chirpy manager grinned, taking her glasses off and beginning to wipe the lenses. To Heather, however, this was no laughing matter.<br /><br />The girl had been so preoccupied with not freaking out in front of the boss that she hadn&#039;t noticed the extra tightness in her outfit. Nowadays, Heather had developed far more control over her special condition, and it took a grand amount of distraction to break her concentration to hold herself back from growing. ``H-hold on...&#039;&#039; she muttered to herself, noticing the sleeves around her arms and her skirt growing tighter.<br /><br />Instead of panicking however, Heather calmly got off her seat and swiftly apologized. ``I&#039;m sorry, Mrs. Drew, but I&#039;m actually not feeling very well! Please excuse me!&#039;&#039; she said, making sure to bring her half-finished coffee&#039;s paper cup with her.<br /><br />``Oh, dear. Well, do let me know if you need anything, Heather darling,&#039;&#039; Mrs. Drew put her glasses back on and returned to sipping her tea as her employee gradually vanished into the crowd of people. ``Ah, poor girl. So frail looking. She should relax more!&#039;&#039; the manager thought to herself, but then questioned herself, ``Did I go on for too long, maybe? Ah, it doesn&#039;t matter!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />-----------<br /><br />Halfway through, Heather urgently put pep into her step. She made sure to down the now lukewarm coffee and put the paper cup into a plastic bag she kept in her handbag. It fortunately wasn&#039;t audible thanks to the bustling hallways, but Heather could feel her underwear becoming a lot more constricting and the threads holding her outfit together beginning to fail. ``C&#039;mon, c&#039;mon... Please last until I make it to the bathroom!&#039;&#039; she mumbled as she rushed into the women&#039;s bathroom.<br /><br />She closed the door behind her and hurried into a stall. This wasn&#039;t anything new. Heather had times when she was fully in control of her growth spurts, but sometimes she could not hold herself back and simply had to let it happen. The problem for this was obviously space and exposure. The more removed parks and the forests overseen by the nearby mountains allowed her the opportunity to grow without causing damage to anything or anybody, and once the process was done she could now easily revert back to normal by relaxing and concentrating.<br /><br />Sometimes, however, Heather didn&#039;t have the luxury of counting with the right time and place. Sometimes, she couldn&#039;t even save her clothes from becoming the necessary victims. ``Th-this was my favorite shirt...&#039;&#039; she bitterly grumbled as she trembled and swelled larger. ``Nnghh, c&#039;mon already...&#039;&#039; she mumbled while pressing her hands against the wall.<br /><br />Heather had to keep this process a secret, but it was hard to keep herself invisible if she grew too large. That was why she had chosen to divide and conquer by way of allowing her body to expand when it wanted, in controlled bursts that would leave her Amazonian at best. The impact on her life that these growth spurts had couldn&#039;t be denied, but this was the best solution she could come up with.<br /><br />The girl stifled moans as her body grew. It was embarrassing to Heather, but expanding was a regular bodily process to her now, one which her brain seemed insistent on releasing serotonin for. It was hard to be afraid of what she had already experienced hundreds of times already, so all this amounted to was a mild annoyance for her.<br /><br />``I can feel my poor bra straps stretching like rubber bands. Please don&#039;t snap, please don&#039;t make me squeal!&#039;&#039; Heather begged. It was useless to try to remove her clothes at this point, as everything was clinging to her flesh like a second skin, and everything on top was getting shredded by her enlarging self. She was seven feet tall already, and had barely managed to kick her high heels off. Her feet were spreading along the limited amount of room inside of the bathroom stall. Heather&#039;s left foot toes knocked the trash can next to the toilet, and she had to catch it to avoid making an unnecessary mess.<br /><br />``Hurry up already!&#039;&#039; Heather impatiently ordered in her mind, feeling her head grow past the stall&#039;s dividing wall. She could see her own frustrated expression reflected at the hand washers&#039; mirror. Eight feet tall, she felt her skirt splitting apart around her hips, which began sliding up against the stall walls. ``C&#039;mon, finish already so I can stop! Oh God. It was only three feet last time!&#039;&#039; she grunted.<br /><br />Heather&#039;s surprise came from the fact she usually was so dutiful about taking care of her body&#039;s urges to grow that at this point it was rare if she got excessively big. It only happened during her sleep, but her planning ensured those spurts only ended making her about three times her default height. It seemed like this waking spurt was way more powerful, however.<br /><br />``Nngh... hurry up and finish!&#039;&#039; she begged again, throwing her arms above her head to avoid making her elbows graze or collapse the sides of the stall. She desperately wiggled for room, but she could feel her flanks filling up the sides. After her shirt and bra were destroyed, the only saving grace Heather had to avoid feeling the cold tiled wall against her exposed skin was to press her naked breasts and nipples against the remains of her bra cups. She could feel the door to the stall starting to protest against Heather&#039;s enlarging rump. What she had been able to salvage of her clothes was pooling together along the tatters of the destroyed articles.&nbsp;&nbsp;``R-running out of room here, body!&#039;&#039; she whimpered.<br /><br />10ft. tall and some inches in chump change was the staggering size Heather was left at when the process was done. Her skin always felt exceptionally receptive of touch whenever the process ended. She could barely turn herself around without whining due to her nerves screaming in pleasure of being smothered. ``O-okay... looks like it&#039;s done but... crap, I lost most of my clothes...! I have to get out. Bring all the things with me. Can&#039;t waste time either. If anybody walks in on me at this point, there&#039;s no curling up in here this time!&#039;&#039; she bit her lip as she analyzed the problem as fast as her brain could process it.<br /><br />Heather had no way of opening the door to the stall, since it only opened inwards from her perspective. ``Nnghh! I didn&#039;t expect to get this big!&#039;&#039; she whimpered, but then got the idea to make use of her relative strength to carefully unhook the door swivels off the stall, gently pulling it up. ``I&#039;m so glad I freed up my arms in time! Thank God...&#039;&#039; she sighed a breath of relief and set the door to the side, stepping outside. The excessively tall amazon had to bow her head a little and hunch over to avoid hurting her head as she walked. She made quick work of removing all the clothes and their remains as well as her personal effects, bundling it all under her arm. After replacing the stall door, Heather began to focus on shrinking. ``So far so good, so far so good... think happy thoughts. Don&#039;t... despair...&#039;&#039; she regulated her breathing, feeling her body adjust in size.<br /><br />Unfortunately for Heather, what remained of her outfit that was wearable were only her high heels and the sleeveless vest she had managed to slip out of at the last moment. Once she was suitably back to a more manageable size, Heather threw the vest on with a wry smile aimed at her reflection. ``I... I look like a really bad porn actress like this...&#039;&#039; she half-heartedly laughed.<br /><br />Without missing a beat, she lightly cracked the exit door open and peeked outside. Heather pulled back as she saw two of her female coworkers making their way through the hallway and prayed they didn&#039;t need to use the facilities. The second Heather saw their backs as they continued down the hallway, she dashed out of the bathroom without even bothering to close the door behind her.<br /><br />Heather had memorized the layout of the building in her time working there. She had chosen this bathroom instead of the one at the break area because it was the closest to one of the emergency exits that came out through the building&#039;s back, where the employee parking lot was.<br /><br />``Made it! Somehow...&#039;&#039; the half-naked girl practically threw herself into her car after unlocking and opening the door. She reached back for a bag she always kept under the driver&#039;s seat and pulled out a simple but effective getup consisting of a pair of shorts and a plain shirt in order to keep herself decent.<br /><br />Heather&#039;s heart was still racing. She couldn&#039;t believe she had made it out without causing a disturbance. But she couldn&#039;t stay too happy about her luck. ``Something felt wrong back there... I better go back home. But...&#039;&#039; she frowned, gripping the steering wheel but looking at the bank at the same time. ``...ah, I haven&#039;t used any sick days, have I...?&#039;&#039; she nervously smiled, reaching for her handbag and grabbing her phone.<br /><br />``Yes. I&#039;m not feeling so well. Um... is it okay if I take the rest of the day off? Ah! Th-thank you!&#039;&#039; Heather said to her supervisor, ``Could you let Mrs. Drew know? She was worried about me earlier...&#039;&#039; she added before hanging up. With a sigh, Heather got the engine running and stepped on the gas. ``Can&#039;t believe after all of my progress that I&#039;m wasting sick days on this, ugh!&#039;&#039; she was frustrated. Heather hit the steering wheel to blow off some steam after a red light asked her to stop. Eventually she deflated against her the wheel, her eyes bulging a little bigger as she saw her phone lighting up with a familiar call name. ``Sara!&#039;&#039; she smiled, but before she could pick up the phone Heather heard revving engines around her and decided to park herself on the side before she picked up the call.<br /><br />``Hiya!&#039;&#039; an exuberant voice greeted the girl. It was Sara, a coworker from the bank and one of Heather&#039;s closest friends since she had moved in.<br /><br />``Sara, what a surprise!&#039;&#039; Heather greeted, barely able to contain herself from smiling. The annoyance of the day seemed to vanish into thin air as she began to chat with her friend.<br /><br />Sara was one of the prettiest tellers in the bank. Unlike Heather, she was tall, with fair skin like porcelain, and long blonde hair almost kissed by a golden color. Whereas many women were jealous of her, Heather looked up to Sara. It wasn&#039;t natural beauty, but her confidence and casual magnetism that the meeker girl admired. And yet for all of her good qualities, Sara always seemed to be able to make time for an invisible like her. To Heather, Sara was her role model.<br /><br />&nbsp;``Hey muffin,&#039;&#039; Sara liked to nickname Heather after the baked good because of her hair shape, or so she had told her. Whereas Heather had never been able to see the resemblance, she didn&#039;t mind. ``I&#039;m almost wrapping up here and since it&#039;s Saturday, how about we hit the bar later? I could do with the R&amp;R!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Heather paused, ready to accept spending some time with her lovely co-worker, but her memory reminded her she had called in sick and was actually half-way home. ``Uhm... w-well, I don&#039;t... think that&#039;s a good idea...?&#039;&#039; the girl hesitated, ``Y&#039;see, Sara, I&#039;m not feeling very well to go out tonight...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Aw, bummer! So you&#039;re the one that caught something? What are the odds!&#039;&#039; Sara sounded both concerned and disappointed, ``You gonna be alright?&#039;&#039; she immediately asked.<br /><br />It was always surprising how fast information moved around the place. She was in a small town where everybody knew everyone, though, so it was to be expected. ``A-actually, you know what? I&#039;m not THAT sick. Just feeling woozy and a bit under the weather. Please don&#039;t worry. I&#039;ll be fine if I stay home for today.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Oh. Well that&#039;s a relief! Haha, here I thought you had the flu or something,&#039;&#039; Sara laughed and continued, ``Well... if you can&#039;t go out, then how about I go to your place instead? It&#039;ll be just the two of us!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Ba-dump. Heather didn&#039;t want to admit it to herself, but beyond admiration and friendliness, she was also attracted to her co-worker. Merely considering the idea of being in her house alone with Sara was enough to fluster her into reddishness. ``A-ah! A-are you sure? I mean, I wouldn&#039;t want to... and my place&#039;s so boring. And...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Oh, hush! I&#039;ll bring some wine and we can have Chinese. I won&#039;t have my exhausted muffin exerting herself. You work hard, Heather! And come to think of it, so do I! It&#039;s time to pamper ourselves, huh?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />It was hard to talk Sara out of something she had put her mind to. Heather was reluctant, but at the same time wanting to spend more time with her crush. The initial doubts seemed to melt away as a smile crept up to her face, making her grip the steering wheel tightly. ``Alright!&#039;&#039; she chirped, ``I guess it&#039;s high time I opened the champagne I got from the welcome basket. It&#039;ll be great to have you there, Sara!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Atta girl! Awesome. Well, I&#039;m gonna finish up here and head on home. Text me your address, okay? I&#039;ll be there tonight!&#039;&#039; Sara quickly hung up after directing the entire operation. Heather felt like swooning, but she realized she had kept the engine running and needed to get home herself.<br /><br />``And I better catch a shower and get ready myself!&#039;&#039; Heather felt very pumped up for once. Her body seemed just as eager and attempted to swell, making her scrape the ceiling of her car with her head. ``Oof! C-calm down...&#039;&#039; she nervously laughed, already used to keep her feet away from the pedals in case she had these mini bursts of emotion. Adjusting her size to better fit her replacement clothes, Heather slid back against her seat and finally resumed her drive back home. Heather couldn&#039;t believe it, but she was finally going to enjoy some drinks with her crush in private.<br /><br />It was going to be a night to remember.<br /><br />---------------<br /><br />Heather had chosen to wear a nice but modest, light colored dress for the evening. She made sure moisturize her skin with the good stuff she reserved for special occasions and even sprayed on a sweet perfume. For once, she didn&#039;t at all mind wearing her high heels at home. Being presentable was key in any given business situation, and she could only double down when it came to Sara.<br /><br />When she heard the door being knocked at, Heather rushed downstairs and almost giddily skipped to greet her date. The notion of dating made her conceal a giggle under her mouth.<br /><br />Sara appeared just as happy to see her coworker when the door opened. ``Muffin! Oh wow, you really don&#039;t look down in the dumps at all!&#039;&#039; she laughed a bit, making Heather blush.<br /><br />``Hi, Sara! I&#039;m so glad you could make it! Oh... now I feel overdressed!&#039;&#039; Heather joked a little, feeling a bit out of place with her pretty dress. Immediately she regretted her choice of words and could have put a tomato to shame with her bright red face.<br /><br />Unlike Heather&#039;s default petite height, Sara was a naturally tall woman, four whole inches taller than the meek girl and one of the tallest women at work; maybe even the town. Dressed in a far more casual attire, Sara&#039;s voluptuous body was easily accentuated. Her outfit consisted of a dark red blouse with generous cleavage, doing little to hold back the blonde&#039;s rather sizable bust; and a maroon skirt over black nylon tights. Like Heather, Sara was stepping on high heels further giving her a height boost.<br /><br />It was a breathtaking sight for Heather, who was used to seeing Sara in her far less revealing business casual outfit. Heather knew that Sara was top heavy, but she was now being greeted with the humbling sight of a couple Ds almost ready to pop out of that blouse. That curvaceous and slender figure that ended at the flare of Sara&#039;s wide hips was simply tantalizing. Heather wasn&#039;t keen on going to the gym due to her condition, but she had been invited by Sara to go with her more than once. It was clear to Heather now that Sara really took good care of herself!<br /><br />When Sara saw how red Heather was, the blonde burst out laughing. ``Hey! What&#039;s wrong? Don&#039;t tell me you broke into a fever now?&#039;&#039; she said, actually taking a step inside Heather&#039;s home to put one of her delicate hands over the shorter girl&#039;s forehead. ``Nope. Feels normal.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Heather felt like she was about to burst! This bold yet playful personality was what made Sara so attractive to her after all. Just knowing she was concerned over her well being made Heather want to be fully honest with her. ``I um... actually, I didn&#039;t get sick at all, hehe...&#039;&#039; she stuck her tongue out, softly conking herself on the head while looking at Sara with an open eye. She was about to let other, more abnormal details out, but she caught herself before she spilled the beans on her big secret. Sara didn&#039;t deserve that kind of pressure.<br /><br />Sara grinned and put a hand over her hip, batting her ponytail behind her shoulder while laughing, ``Hahaha. Lil&#039; ol&#039; Heather, playing hooky? Never thought I&#039;d live to see the day! How many circles of Hell did you just freeze over, huh?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``B-but please don&#039;t tell anyone, okay? I really um... wanted a bit of time off, y&#039;know!&#039;&#039; Heather quickly added, then stepped aside, realizing she hadn&#039;t really been an inviting hostess so far. ``P-please make yourself at home!&#039;&#039; she said in spite of Sara already having walked in. Heather closed the door behind her.<br /><br />``Pfft, everybody does it. There weren&#039;t lots of people around for a Saturday, anyway,&#039;&#039; Sara shrugged, depositing her bag on a coffee table and pulling out a bottle of expensive chardonnay. ``Whew! Nice place!&#039;&#039; she whistled, looking around the two-story home.<br /><br />``I-it is, right?!&#039;&#039; Heather was proud of the two story place she had managed to rent out. It covered her basic necessities and the loft-style of the first floor allowed her to lie down and let herself grow to huge sizes without doing too much damage, in case of emergencies. But she didn&#039;t tell Sara that. ``One of Mrs. Drew&#039;s friends helped me settle in. He&#039;s actually the one who introduced me to her for the job recommendation. W-without them we might not have met, huh?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Huh. You&#039;re right. Man, connections sure can be scary in how they can help out!&#039;&#039; Sara nodded, genuinely impressed. ``Welp, I placed our order already. Hope you don&#039;t mind, but it&#039;s gonna be a feast!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Aww!&nbsp;&nbsp;Y-you didn&#039;t have to go that far,&#039;&#039; Heather began to babble. She wasn&#039;t disappointed with not being able to pick out her order since she wasn&#039;t a picky eater, but it was humbling how Sara seemed intent on taking care of everything!<br /><br />``Psh, it&#039;s the least I can do. You haven&#039;t had any official welcoming party to town, have ya? I say it&#039;s high time we... uh... I show ya some hospitality!&#039;&#039; Sara chuckled, actually feeling amused since it was quite the humble party of two.<br /><br />Heather felt her heart skip a beat. It was so rare to see her friend stumble on any speech; and she looked so cute when flustered. To avoid staring too long, Heather snapped her fingers while looking at the chardonnay in ``A-ah! Let&#039;s put that wine on ice. One sec.&#039;&#039; She said, rushing over to get a wine bucket with some ice water to keep the white wine chilled.<br /><br />To Heather, it didn&#039;t matter that she couldn&#039;t openly reveal her feelings. Just knowing Sara seemed intent on looking out for her made her very happy and made her forget about her shyness.<br /><br />All they did that night was make small talk and gossip like teenagers. The Chinese food delivery was timely and soon enough they were stuffing themselves over delicious chow mein and juicy pork gyozas. Glass after glass, the conversation became lively until both Sara and Heather were a little tipsy. It was clear who could hold her alcohol better however when Heather&#039;s flushed cheeks and glistening eyes made her look like an elated drunk.<br /><br />After a couple more drinks, however...<br /><br />``Haha. Maybe you should slow down, muffin,&#039;&#039; Sara said, a bit tipsy herself but still maintaining all of her faculties. ``Didn&#039;t peg you for such a heavy drinker though! Bubbling after white? That&#039;s daring, girl!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Ahh, shuushhh,&#039;&#039; Heather laughed, waving Sara&#039;s concerns away with a hand, spilling a little champagne from the bottle she was holding with the other, ``I shuust... wanted to-ahh... do shoomeshing niiice for ya, too, Shu-Sharaaaa!&#039;&#039; the girl hiccupped, taking a bold swig of from the bottle. ``Ahhh, feelsh shooo good!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Sheesh, don&#039;t blame me if you wake up with one hell of a hangover tomorrow, muffin!&#039;&#039; Sara chuckled, but before she could realize it, Heather was emitting loud snores, having drunk herself unconscious on her chair. ``Oh dang! If I was a bitch I would totally film you but... Aw, if you didn&#039;t snore like that you&#039;d be so cute when sleeping!&#039;&#039; Sara snickered.<br /><br />Gradually, the blonde got off her chair, ensuring she could stand and walk without difficulty. Fortunately, Sara hadn&#039;t hit on the booze as hard. ``Man, must&#039;ve been really stressed to call in sick and drink yourself stupid, huh? Glad you got it out of your system though...&#039;&#039; she began looking around for some covers, or at least a quilt.<br /><br />Sara was tall, but she didn&#039;t consider herself apt for carrying Heather over to the couch, much less her bedroom. ``Hmm... where could the covers be?&#039;&#039; she mumbled, searching around until she sighed and took a pause at the stairs. ``I don&#039;t really wanna step into her bedroom... oh. There&#039;s a coat in the hanger over there, nice! So just... huh?&#039;&#039; Sara stopped in her tracks when she heard a loud, creaking sound from behind her. She turned around in Heather&#039;s direction, and she had to set her glass down to rub her eyes.<br /><br />There on the chair was the unconscious Heather as Sara had expected. What she hadn&#039;t been expecting, however, was Heather being three whole feet taller than normal. Her dress was ruined, pulled apart at the sides on the top of her body with the skirt riding up her thighs. It was as if somebody had switched Heather&#039;s clothes with something significantly smaller and hard to fit into when Sara wasn&#039;t looking. ``Okay, Sara,&#039;&#039; she took a deep breath while slowly approaching Heather, intent on proving she was somehow seeing things, ``You might be tired and a mite `lil drunk, but this is some high-gear hallucination...&#039;&#039; she tried to laugh it off, but her trek towards Heather was cut short when her friend&#039;s legs appeared to lurch forwards at her. ``Eeep!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />It wasn&#039;t rare for Heather to grow in her sleep, since her mind wasn&#039;t awake and thus she couldn&#039;t consciously hold the expansion back. That was why her bedroom was spacious, but right now, Heather was asleep and growing in her living room. The process had begun as soon as she had conked out, and had accelerated during the moments Sara had spent looking around.<br /><br />A surge of size caused Heather&#039;s body to push out, making her feet slide over the floor and knock the distracted Sara down. All the sleeping girl was doing at this point was snoozing the night away, unaware that she was losing another set of clothes and shoe wear to her enlarging self.<br /><br />Sara wasn&#039;t as drunk as Heather had arrived, but she was definitely in no condition to dodge or react in timely fashion. ``M-muh-muffin?! Is this for real?!&#039;&#039; she tried calling out, eyes bulging out as her friend&#039;s burgeoning feet advanced. All Sara could do was put her hands forth in an attempt to brace herself as she saw Heather&#039;s broken heels split apart like bursting rubber. From one moment to the next, Heather&#039;s feet became gigantic, and certainly too heavy for Sara to stop them from pushing her back. ``Oh crud, she&#039;s growing bigger! Why is she growing bigger?!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />The blonde could only lob the questions, but the only answer was Heather surging ever taller. Her dress was falling apart and her right arm was sliding across the table which was bending inwards under the increasing amount of weight. The same applied to the chair the now naked and still very unconscious Heather was sitting on. It was wood reinforced with metal for the sake of giving herself time to get off the seat before she destroyed them during particularly strong growth spurts. But not only was this a massive and sudden hit, Heather&#039;s body wasn&#039;t in any rush to move.<br /><br />``H-Heather! Heather, wake up!&#039;&#039; Sara was wrestling with Heather&#039;s left foot toes by now, her butt scraping along the floor as the horizontal expansion forced her further and further away from the table and closer to the wall. ``Heather, oh my God, you&#039;re gonna squish me!&#039;&#039; she yelped out uselessly.<br /><br />``Mmmnnahh...&#039;&#039; the situation was escalating with Heather&#039;s size, but all the growing lady did was to continue mumbling in her sleep. ``More garlic bread please...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />The chair&#039;s main structure was getting bent out of shape under the giantess&#039; colossal butt. Wood was snapping, and splinters stuck out like cotton fluff from a torn stuffed animal. The metallic supports could only hold so much weight, and Heather was already on the way to surpass fifteen feet tall. There was a loud crack followed by a frightful slam once the chair was finally destroyed under Heather&#039;s surging body, but collapsing on her back with her head smashing her kitchen and fridge didn&#039;t seem to bring the 18ft. tall woman back from dreamland.<br /><br />Sara wasn&#039;t doing too hot. The pace was too fast for her to follow. All she wanted was an opportunity to pull herself off that increasingly humongous foot so that she could flee, but none came her way. ``Ooof! Oh, are you kidding me right now?! Her other foot&#039;s covering the exit!&#039;&#039; <br /><br />Helpless, all Sara could do was curl up and hope she didn&#039;t end up becoming paste against the wall. But just as she had given up on hope, her squirming body came loose against a wedge between two sturdy looking cabinets. It wasn&#039;t the exit, but now she wasn&#039;t being pushed towards an assured smothering. ``Good God, what&#039;s this all about?! She&#039;s... she&#039;s filling up the entire floor!&#039;&#039; Sara exclaimed in disbelief.<br /><br />The living room was a mess, not that it could properly be seen. It had all either been shoved away by Heather&#039;s body or outright crushed underneath. Immense, space-consuming, the giantess let out a little moan once her curling toes hit the wall, but she just shifted on her side as if she was asleep on a bed. The thoughtless, brusque move only served to crush the rest of the living room, her butt bumping and indenting one of the walls behind her.<br /><br />``D-did it stop...?&#039;&#039; Sara was scared witless. She was still stuck in that wedge, her way out blocked by a giant woman&#039;s shins. ``This... is this really happening...?&#039;&#039; she held her head. ``It&#039;s got to be some joke... Heather. Heather! Muffin! Wake up already!&#039;&#039; she tried to shout, but her near 20ft. tall friend barely stirred. It looked like Heather had finally settled in for the night. ``Heather... what is going on with you?&#039;&#039; Sara frowned, worried not just about herself, but also her friend&#039;s peculiar condition.<br /><br />Despite rampant curiosity to know the truth and an overwhelming desire to go back to not feeling incarcerated between two cupboards and a huge leg, Sara had no way to wake Heather up nor escape. ``It... looks like I might be spending the night here...&#039;&#039; she laughed a little, her expression wry and concerned.<br /><br />Heather was a heavy sleeper. She went the full eight hours asleep and only began stirring at the waking hours of early morning. Months of practice had convinced her that she couldn&#039;t stretch anymore without first reassuring herself about her surroundings. Slightly wiggling her toes and shoulders, Heather felt solid resistance all around and grumbled. ``Mmphh... stupid body, this is way bigger than usual. Shrink back down...&#039;&#039; she murmured, taking a deep breath before focusing. To Heather, this was just another morning and she had to shrink back down.<br /><br />``A-are you awake, muffin...?&#039;&#039; a familiar yet eye-opening voice suddenly made Heather&#039;s heart sink.<br /><br />``Eeep!&#039;&#039; the shrinkage stopped for the giantess, who had managed to shave off half her staggering size only for her to swell right back up. ``Who&#039;s...&#039;&#039; Heather began to question just as she heard a loud meep near her legs. Then, like a bolt from the blue, she remembered last night. ``Oh my God, Sara!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``P-please tell me you&#039;re not gonna start growing all over again!&#039;&#039; Sara begged, having been relaxing once she saw Heather appearing to shrink, but she scuttled back against the wall in the wedge between cupboards when flesh pushed out in her direction.<br /><br />``Oh Jesus, Sara, I&#039;m sorry! I&#039;m sorry! I can explain! Oh G-God... let me... lemme calm down!&#039;&#039; Heather frantically spoke, although Sara wasn&#039;t particularly doing anything that was upsetting her. Heather was in a panic because she had irresponsibly pinned her crush down during her growth. She felt devastatingly ashamed of herself. But fighting her insecurities and wanting Sara to be free, Heather managed to shut her mind to her self-doubt, allowing her to wrest control of her body back.<br /><br />Bit by bit, Sara was able to see the giantess gradually begin shrinking again. Once Sara was confident enough to step outside, she saw an amazonian sized, naked Heather slowly losing all that prodigious height and becoming as tall as she was, and then shorter than she was as per usual. Sara had witnessed the explosive expansion of her friend and co-worker the previous night, but she was still agape in disbelief at the size regression. ``I...&#039;&#039; she was quick to catch herself once she took notice of how Heather was sitting up on the cold floor, hugging her naked body and dead-silent, ``Um, Heather, are you okay?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``I&#039;m so, very sorry, Sara!&#039;&#039; Heather quietly sobbed, hiding her eyes from the blonde. ``Y-you must think me a freak. I... I didn&#039;t mean to do this to you, I... P-Please don&#039;t tell the police or the hospital. I&#039;ll do anything!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />The truth was that Sara was still frightened at what she had seen. Without her luck, she would&#039;ve ended completely squished by Heather&#039;s feet, if not buried under rubble had Heather failed to somehow stop that growth spurt just now. Part of her brain was telling Sara to run away before she put herself in danger, but seeing that meek girl on the floor tearing down like that; so alone and weak, awoke sympathy from her instead. ``Oh, Heather.&#039;&#039; Sara frowned, slowly approaching her friend before going down on her knees and embracing the trembling woman. ``I can&#039;t say I understand what&#039;s going on. But I&#039;m sure you didn&#039;t mean for any of that to happen. I uhm... I just really had no idea.&#039;&#039; <br /><br />Heather hated herself at that moment. She had played the deceiving game for the past year and half, and had managed to keep herself from harming anybody with her urges. But she had gotten drunk and ruined the secrecy, and exposed her beloved best friend in a most upsetting manner. And yet all she could do was return the hug and hold onto Sara like her life depended on it. ``I didn&#039;t mean to hide this from you, it&#039;s just... I had to!&#039;&#039; she said, her voice strained from the crying.<br /><br />``Damn, girl. I didn&#039;t know you were carrying all this with you for so long...&#039;&#039; Sara wasn&#039;t her usual chipper herself, but she was showing Heather a side of her she had never seen. For some reason, Heather felt safe and protected in her arms. ``But just... I can&#039;t really wrap my head around this all. Um...&#039;&#039; she gently, slowly pushed Heather away to face her, ``You shouldn&#039;t cry like that, alright? I mean, I&#039;d be sad if I suddenly woke up to my place thrashed, but from what I&#039;ve heard just now, this isn&#039;t anything new, right?&#039;&#039; she cranked up a smile, trying to make light. But Heather couldn&#039;t turn the eye faucets off just yet.<br /><br />``B-but I could&#039;ve hurt you! I could&#039;ve... Oh, Sara. I couldn&#039;t bear it!&#039;&#039; Heather bawled, but stopped when Sara put a hand on her head.<br /><br />``Now now, it was pretty scary, I won&#039;t BS you in the face,&#039;&#039; Sara gave her a wry smirk, ``But I&#039;m fine, really! So uh... wow, this is pretty heavy, isn&#039;t it? Maybe if you talk about it you&#039;ll feel better. How about it?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``A-alright...&#039;&#039; Heather really had no reason to lie to Sara any longer now that the cat was out of the bag. She worked her bravery up to tell Sara everything as the blonde went to pick up the coat from the hanger near the entrance and put it on Heather so she wouldn&#039;t have to be naked.<br /><br />The grower exposed it all. How her real name wasn&#039;t Heather, but Cheryl. The same name as the young girl whose amazing growth spurt had decimated an east coast city office. Sara remarked that the townsfolk like she didn&#039;t believe in the rumors and had chalked all those news reports and videos on the internet as publicity stunts.<br /><br />Cheryl told Sara how she had hoped people would forget about such an embarrassing thing. She had run away not just to avoid unwanted attention, but also to evade the people likely responsible for her dangerous ability. When asked about it, Cheryl told Sara that the growth happened when she got too excited or distracted. It wasn&#039;t that she was willing to get bigger at all, but rather her body had implemented it as an organic response, like having to eat food or drink water. What Cheryl was always so focused on nervous about was actually calming herself and keeping the effect as minimal as possible.<br /><br />``That&#039;s why I don&#039;t spend so much time in public, Sara,&#039;&#039; Cheryl had finally calmed down, and she felt a bit lighter after having told someone about the truth. ``I need large spaces, and even then, as you&#039;ve seen, things can quickly get out of control. It&#039;s been really hard to keep myself... well... living as normally as possible with a body that&#039;s constantly trying to grow bigger.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Gee wiz, muffin. That all sounds like capital T trouble. And you don&#039;t wanna go to a hospital to get checked because you think those people might find you if they speak up, huh?&#039;&#039; Sara couldn&#039;t claim she had completely understood everything, but she was sure she had captured the gist of it enough to make an attempt at being supportive.<br /><br />Cheryl shook her head negative. ``I&#039;m afraid they might even chart me off to some facility and run experiments on me. That&#039;s why I didn&#039;t want you saying anything. I think it&#039;d only make things worse... I&#039;ve put in a lot of effort to control it. I usually keep it down for a few days and then let it all out in controlled bursts when I have the privacy and space. But recently um... how can I put it? It&#039;s like every day I can already feel myself wanting... it&#039;s like my body wants to grow more and more. Sara, I just don&#039;t know how long it&#039;ll be until, well... I really don&#039;t want a repeat of the...&#039;&#039; Cheryl slowly ground to a halt and was left staring.<br /><br />Sara, who had become increasingly burdened by the truth and couldn&#039;t handle so much pressure, had grabbed one of the near empty bottles that had rolled away from the destroyed table last night. She needed a strong drink after all of that. ``Ahh...&#039;&#039; she gasped, popping her lips free from the champagne tip after downing what remained. ``S-sorry, I know that must&#039;ve looked gross, but I just really needed to take some of the edge off if I&#039;m gonna be helping ya, muffin.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Cheryl&#039;s mouth was agape with shock. Even after all of the exposition, she had forgotten to tell Sara about one minor, now preponderantly major point. ``Th-that&#039;s the... that&#039;s the champagne from last night...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Heath- Cheryl, is this really the time to be self-conscious about the booze?&#039;&#039; Sara raised an eyebrow, ``Look, I promise to buy another one later, just quit giving me that stare. You look like you&#039;ve seen a... holyshitmyblousefeelstight!&#039;&#039; the blonde woman felt the bottle of alcohol slip from her fingers as a jolt of electricity seemed to run all over her body. In the instant that followed, Sara saw her burgeoning chest simply tear out of her blouse, her enormous rack ripping out from her top alongside her snapped bra. ``Whoa! What?!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Uh-I... Oh no. Sara, I forgot to tell you in all the commotion, but I&#039;m contagious!&#039;&#039; Cheryl&#039;s inopportune revelation was largely ignored by Sara, who was panicking over the loss of her bra and top. It was already an incredible sight to behold on Cheryl, but with a voluptuous and tall woman like Sara the scope was further magnified. The expansion of her body led to some extremely sensuous, almost barbaric clothes ripping with equally intense curve reveals.<br /><br />``Shit, shitshitshit! Are you serious right now?!&#039;&#039; Sara groaned and grunted, her cheeks flushing with color as she felt her panties digging into her ass crack and special areas. It wasn&#039;t just her chest growing after all; she was expanding all over and her tights, skirt and high heels were quickly added to the queue of article destruction.<br /><br />``That&#039;s why I&#039;m usually always careful with my plates and drinks. B-but it&#039;s odd! Each time it&#039;s happened before, it isn&#039;t like this at all!&#039;&#039; Cheryl explained, telling Sara about the ``victims&#039;&#039; from her oversights growing only inches larger and reverting back to normal soon after. These incidents had been minor enough that Cheryl had always managed to get away without any damage being done, and she had learned how to keep suspicion away from herself while appearing normal about her eating and drinking habits. ``But you&#039;re...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``W-well, why doesn&#039;t it stop already?!&#039;&#039; Sara begged amidst the ripping sounds of her round butt tearing through her ruined skirt and the nylon busting at the seams around her thighs and legs. ``Cheryl, I&#039;m still growing!&#039;&#039; the blonde was having to bend and lean down already, eventually dropping to her knees with her huge jugs practically jutting out and almost swinging against Cheryl&#039;s face. The girl had to take a few steps away as her crush rapidly began to fill out the living room.<br /><br />``I don&#039;t know why your body is reacting this way! You&#039;re already like ten feet tall! It should&#039;ve stopped!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Can&#039;t you do something?! I&#039;m gonna fill up the house at this rate! Uuugh...!&#039;&#039; Sara whimpered, getting smothered in her own cleavage as her body continued to surge forwards. Cheryl was bowled over by her friend&#039;s advancing wall of mammary flesh, too slow to get away from such a tremendous growth spurt.<br /><br />``T-try to calm down! I can&#039;t do anything myself, but if it&#039;s anything like what I went through, you just need to calm down!&#039;&#039; Cheryl explained, struggling to climb the immense knockers to avoid being buried in tit.<br /><br />``I am perfectly calm!&#039;&#039; Sara shouted, wanting an easy solution more than pep talk at the moment. She had doubled her size in only seconds, and was now an exceptionally curvy naked woman the size of a small loft. ``M-Muffin, run! I&#039;m gonna squish you at this rate!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``N-no! I can&#039;t leave you like this! You have to listen, Sara!&#039;&#039; Cheryl was just as scared and vulnerable, the paradoxical situation of someone else being the giant definitely moving her away from a comfort zone she didn&#039;t know she had until now. It was an astoundingly explosive growth spurt that Cheryl wasn&#039;t sure she had ever experienced herself. In only moments her ceiling was already protesting in response to Sara&#039;s swelling back smashing into it.<br /><br />``I-I&#039;m sorry, a-about your house, muffin...&#039;&#039; Sara mumbled, one hand on the floor under her boobs and another trying to pull away from the ceiling it was being forced against. She could already feel her feet tearing down the entrance and pushing the door, its frame and dozens of bricks out onto the foyer. ``But I think I&#039;m feeling that urge you were talking about... and it doesn&#039;t look like I&#039;m gonna stop!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``But Sara! Whooaaaah!&#039;&#039; Cheryl was seized by Sara&#039;s huge hand as soon as she was able to wedge it out of her monstrously sized boobs. She was pulled away from the blonde&#039;s cleavage and, in a violent pounding of her backhand, thrown out onto the garden through the destroyed wall.<br /><br />``Get somewhere safe, Cheryl!&#039;&#039; Sara yelped, trying to curl up to avoid causing damage, but it was no use. Her body seemed to be drawing on whatever was making her bigger and simply cranked it to eleven. The house&#039;s surfaces were one by one defeated as soon as her skin grazed them.<br /><br />Her expansion was as incredible as it was fast, steadily putting on more and more feet of height until the walls of Cheryl&#039;s house collapsed and she was left carrying the top side as a turtle shell. The integrity of the building soon enough began to fail as Sara&#039;s growth caused her entire body to pulse and shudder all over. It wasn&#039;t long before her breasts were smothering the backyard and her feet were starting to scrape over the wooden picket fences and invading the neighbor&#039;s space.<br /><br />Sara could feel the top half of Cheryl&#039;s destroyed home disintegrating on top of her back, with debris pooling around her and shingles heavily striking the remains as they shattered on impact. The blonde was already over forty feet tall and she could definitely feel this wasn&#039;t going to be the only house her body would break. Before her heels could knock onto the neighbor&#039;s garage and tear into it, Sara decided to change her position. ``This isn&#039;t a good idea, but it&#039;s the only idea I got...&#039;&#039; It was going to still be risky, but Sara gradually rose to her feet.<br /><br />Swelling taller even as she stood up, the impressively endowed blonde almost lost her balance. The shift in perspective was brutal to her already overwhelmed senses. She quickly shuffled her feet and after a couple of heavy stomps managed to correct herself into standing upright. The sheer weight of her stomps and the fact she was already over 60ft. tall and growing caused strong vibrations to travel over the ground in the form of tremors. Alarms were soon blaring from the parked cars, and anybody not already awake was suddenly clued in about what all the commotion was about.<br /><br />For the first time in her life, Sara felt self-conscious. The way she had stood up had been so sudden that her tremendous bust engaged in dangerously jiggly wobbling which she had to stop by pressing her arms to her chest. The way her naturally massive breasts spilled forth around her arms however only made her cringe and groan as she saw people approach. ``N-no! Don&#039;t get closer, you dolts!&#039;&#039; Sara felt like she could die from embarrassment at this point, relegated to covering her privates with a hand while her nipples disappeared behind her forearm. ``I can&#039;t stop this, damnit! Get away while you still caaaaaaaaaaaaan...!&#039;&#039; she hollered out in reluctant pleasure as her nude body was caressed by the brisk, early morning breeze.<br /><br />Despite her poor faith in the perverts and gossipers, her warning was soon heeded. It didn&#039;t have to do with the way she had informed them, but the fact Sara&#039;s body was still pulsing and swelling, making her grow and grow and grow without pause. She was very soon over a hundred feet tall and counting.<br /><br />All she could do was make the attempt to stand perfectly still. She knew if she stayed curled up that she&#039;d just end up razing over everything underneath her, so to minimize damage Sara though to stay in one spot and leave it to the people to run away from her incoming feet. There was simply nothing she could do. Cheryl had told her to calm down, but how could she? Naked, exposed, vulnerable, afraid! ``Only now I see what kind of crap you were dealing with, muffin... oh God, I hope you&#039;re alright down there!&#039;&#039; she grunted, shutting her eyes and gritting her teeth to stifle moans of pleasure. ``Why does this feel so good?! Aghhh!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />It didn&#039;t take very long for Sara&#039;s growth to further escalate, soon saying good-bye to 200ft. tall. Her toes were already curled against the street, her own car being flipped over by her incoming tootsies which were growing into the neighbors while what remained of Cheryl&#039;s house was buried under her soles. It was a weird sensation to feel what should be sturdy construction material and vehicles snapping under the pressure of her immense weight; Sara was sure she would never get used to it. 300ft., 400ft.; there didn&#039;t seem to be an end in near sight!<br /><br />The neighborhood was slowly being taken over by the growing giantess.<br /><br />---------------------<br /><br />Cheryl was still alive somehow. Sara had flung her out rather desperately, which the confused girl was understood. But she still felt defeated at causing her friend so many problems. ``I didn&#039;t want this to happen... I have to help her! Somehow, I just have to...!&#039;&#039; the young consultant shut her eyes, looking at the now 500ft. tall yet vulnerable looking blonde towering over their neighborhood. ``Oh no, it looks like she&#039;s growing even faster! I can&#039;t believe it. Even if I tried to catch up to her I&#039;d get exhausted before I even grow a couple hundred feet!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />It was a bad situation. Cheryl had had times where she would break three digits in the past, but always during especially strong spurts that she allowed to build every few weeks. She had already gone through two explosive growths earlier counting the unconscious one, and she just couldn&#039;t demand her body to grow at will. ``Nnghh... I have to make it up to Sara and help her calm down! But I can&#039;t... I... I&#039;m useless like this!&#039;&#039; she groaned in frustration, stomping her feet down and cursing her inability to assist her friend.<br /><br />``...perhaps we can help, Ms. Cheryl,&#039;&#039; a voice Cheryl had hoped to never have to hear again made her skin crawl as a chill navigated up her spine. Turning around, Cheryl met a man she couldn&#039;t physically recognize. He was dressed in an expensive Armani suit and looked extremely composed and casual in spite of the increasingly threatening blonde giantess looming over them. Two similarly dressed and equally undisturbed men stood behind him, though sunglasses covered their eyes.<br /><br />Cheryl didn&#039;t need extreme deductive prowess to understand who these men were. But she was still defensive; this was hardly the time to be confronting the problems she thought she had left behind! ``Wh-what are you doing here? How did you...?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Monitoring your progress from a distance,&#039;&#039; the spokesman assured her, breaking Cheryl&#039;s spirit as he quickly informed her that they had been doing so for the past few months. ``This looks like an opportune moment to move our experiment to its final stage.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``G-get l-lost, you s-stu-stalkers!&#039;&#039; Cheryl stammered, unable to find it in herself to actually defend herself. These men somehow managed to be even scarier than the possibility of ending squashed under Sara&#039;s giant feet. ``I don&#039;t care about your experiments!&#039;&#039; she finally snapped, screaming out at the unmoving man, ``You&#039;ve ruined my life twice over now! Look at what your crazy horror science has accomplished! That girl up there is my best friend in the world, and you&#039;ve made everyone and even her afraid of herself!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``It is of no concern to us,&#039;&#039; the spokesman said without even looking back. The man to his left came forth with a small compartment device which slid open to reveal a fancy looking injector. ``You require help, and we must gather data. Our interests align, do they not?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Cheryl paused for a second. The moment she saw that futuristic looking syringe with that same viscous looking liquid in the glass cylinder made her take a step backwards. Her memories returned to that fateful night and how helpless she had felt. Cheryl had only recently managed to learn self-control, and she wasn&#039;t in any hurry to re-experience the chaos she had to suffer before. And yet...<br /><br />She looked over the injector, over the strange men so fixated on making her grow larger. Cheryl saw a now thousands of feet tall and growing Sara who had decided to finally step away and onto the fields, seemingly to avoid crushing everything that got in the way of her feet. Buildings had been inadvertently kicked in, cars flipped over or outright pancaked against the pavement. At this point and weight, even Sara&#039;s footprints left broad and deep indentations everywhere she went. Her friend was in trouble. She had to help.<br /><br />Looking back at the man&#039;s lifeless brown eyes, Cheryl nervously gulped. There didn&#039;t seem to exist a way to intimidate these people. Her eyes dropped to the injector and after initial hesitation, she took it.<br /><br />``We&#039;ve refined the formula,&#039;&#039; the man remarked as he saw the uneasy Cheryl aiming the tool at her neck. ``There is no need for carotid insertion any more. The veins on your arm will suffice and reduce the chances of you prematurely terminating yourself, Ms. Cheryl.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``R-right...&#039;&#039; Cheryl gasped, rolling up the long sleeve of her coat. She sighed, bracing herself for what was to come. ``I don&#039;t like this. I so don&#039;t like this. ...but... I gotta help Sara!&#039;&#039; she said, finally convincing herself before injecting the new formula in her arm.<br /><br />``Moving on to the final phase,&#039;&#039; Cheryl heard one of the men speak into a microphone on his shirt collar. Before she could even say anything, however, she felt the all-familiar burst of energy coming from her gut and she was forced to her knees.<br /><br />``Ugh! What is this...?!&#039;&#039; Cheryl hugged her aching midsection as she trembled. Every last fiber that comprised her being seemed to be screaming out in fiery bliss at the same time. Her coat bulged and stretched over her rapidly expanding form, bursting apart and just exploding off her body. ``It&#039;s stronger than ever! Wh-what did you put in this...?!&#039;&#039; she demanded, but upon raising her head to look forwards, the men had disappeared just as mysteriously as they had arrived. ``Urk. I can feel it rushing to my head... so much... it&#039;s too much... too much power!&#039;&#039; she screamed out, feeling herself quadruple in size in a single moment. ``Ahhh! I can&#039;t even begin to control it... B-but I have to make it to Sara!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Cheryl had little trouble catching up to her several thousand feet tall friend, who by now dwarfed the town&#039;s skyscrapers, and very likely towered the ones back at Cheryl&#039;s old city. Her expansion was making her grow so big so fast that each stride of her continuously expanding feet covered more and more distance. She quadrupled in size again during her approach, already bigger than many office buildings, but still tiny in comparison to Sara.<br /><br />The blonde giantess didn&#039;t know what to do anymore. Her head was literally in the clouds and she felt like if this went any farther she might catch a cold and drown the city in her snot rather than stomp it to debris by accident. ``Th-this is so not how I wanted to spend my Sunday...&#039;&#039; Sara thought to herself, regretting the damage she inevitably was causing to all the acres of produce she was stomping on. There was simply no other way to go that wasn&#039;t in one way or another a hazard zone for others.<br /><br />``-ara!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``When am I gonna stop? It feels like I&#039;ve been growing forever!&#039;&#039; Sara turned around with a sniffle from the cold morning, able to see the entire town from her vantage point at almost a mile tall. ``If I wasn&#039;t so freaked out right now this would kick ass...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Sara! Saraaaaa!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Huh?&#039;&#039; the busty blonde blinked as she heard a gradually louder voice booming from below. She had to lean forwards because the view was initially obstructed by her massive chest, but a smile returned to her face once she finally recognized the swelling Cheryl. ``Muffin! It&#039;s you!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Sara, I&#039;m here to help, we just gotta...&#039;&#039; Cheryl was happy to have caught up to Sara so quickly, but her body did way more than simply play catch-up. To Sara it certainly seemed like her lonely time as the largest woman on the planet had been cut short, but she hadn&#039;t been prepared to see Cheryl eye to eye again for the whole two seconds that lasted.<br /><br />``Ch-Cheryl...?!&#039;&#039; Sara stepped backwards as Cheryl met her height and simply continued to shoot upwards at an obscenely fast rate.<br /><br />``N-no! It was too much after all! Th-those bastards tricked me!&#039;&#039; Cheryl trembled as she continued to pulse all over and grow. And grow. And grow. It wasn&#039;t very long before Cheryl started looking small to her. And then the town itself started looking small. ``I can&#039;t stop myself! Sara!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Oh no! Cheryl, what&#039;s going on?!&#039;&#039; Sara cried out, having to crane her neck backwards in order to properly meet her fellow giantess&#039; petrified gaze.<br /><br />``This was a bad idea! And now I definitely cannot stop it!&#039;&#039; Cheryl cursed herself in her mind, grabbing her head with both hands as the more she panicked, the more potent her growth spurt became. But she couldn&#039;t help it; she had never grown this big this fast before! She simply continued to shoot higher and higher, the heavens parting aside to make way for her miles high body.<br /><br />Those miles multiplied into dozens, and then hundreds. Cheryl only had enough time to scoop the now extremely tiny Sara in her hand to keep her away from danger. Cheryl was so utterly gargantuan that her feet were making the tectonic plates sink and crumble beneath her soles. The one step she tried to take in order to settle herself had a large portion of the countryside crack and give away, crumbling like a desert sinkhole. ``Ahhh! N-no, don&#039;t fall, don&#039;t...!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />It was a catastrophic explosion of unforeseen and unintentional impact. The incalculably heavy titan of a woman ended on her back after falling. Cheryl had no idea an entire set of cities had just vanished under her bulk; all she could see now was what she gathered was the exosphere of the Earth, having exceeded sizes she had only been dreading over until now.<br /><br />Still she grew bigger, Cheryl&#039;s rump, legs, back and shoulders swallowing the state under rapidly enlarging mass. ``S-Sara! Sara where are you?!&#039;&#039; she managed to yell out, afraid of even blinking at this point.<br /><br />``I-I&#039;m here!&#039;&#039; Sara weakly squealed, managing to land on Cheryl&#039;s right knee. ``I&#039;m still growing bigger, too... But nowhere near as fast as you! What did you do?! I... I just wanted some help, but you&#039;re ginormous now, Cheryl!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``I&#039;m sorry! I&#039;m so sorry, Sara! I... I just wanted to help! And now...&#039;&#039; Cheryl didn&#039;t know what to say anymore. Her sentences were getting cut short by the same inappropriate moans that Sara kept emitting, both women equally enraptured with their unbridled ascension. Double for Cheryl whose body rapidly grew over neighboring states.<br /><br />Sara herself was barely over the size of a mountain range. She already had been consumed by the intensity of her own explosive growth, but she had never dreamed of a situation so out of this world. ``If this continues to get any worse, we&#039;ll literally end up out of this world...!&#039;&#039; the blonde dreaded. She shrieked when her grip faltered, falling off Cheryl&#039;s knee. ``Ahhh! Damnit!&#039;&#039; she cursed, using her hands to claw herself still. It didn&#039;t harm Cheryl due to their insane size difference, but it didn&#039;t help steady Sara either. Her attempt at clinging only managed to slow her descent until she ended rolling over her coworker&#039;s foot.<br /><br />``Sara!&#039;&#039; Cheryl didn&#039;t dare get off her back. She couldn&#039;t even begin to calculate the widespread destruction she had caused and was still causing, and didn&#039;t want to add even more to it. ``I heard you scream! Are you okay? Oh please...!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``I&#039;m okay! I&#039;m okay, I just... ouch, I think I landed on my butt...&#039;&#039; Sara whimpered a little, rubbing her well-toned rump which had likely flattened more cities than she could count. ``Oh God. We&#039;re monstrously big... we... oof!&#039;&#039; she gasped, suddenly scissor-caught in the crevice between Cheryl&#039;s big toe and the next, giving her flashbacks of the early morning.<br /><br />``Sara...! P-Please don&#039;t hate me...&#039;&#039; Cheryl hugged herself, trembling as continued to grow and grow, soon enveloping the entire country under her colossal body.<br /><br />---------------<br /><br />``Did it stop...?&#039;&#039; Sara&#039;s voice seemed to echo in the air. Cheryl&#039;s own voice boomed much louder.<br /><br />``I-I think so!&#039;&#039; the meek although significantly larger girl ventured to say. It had been a while since she had felt herself warming up and pulsing. ``H-how are you feeling?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``I uh...&#039;&#039; Sara looked between herself and Cheryl&#039;s giant toes. It was a miracle she had survived her fellow giantess&#039; much more tremendous growth spurt. ``I&#039;ll live. I think. But more importantly, what are we going to do? You have a way to shrink back down, don&#039;t you...?&#039;&#039;<br /><br />Cheryl bit her lip, not wanting to answer that question. She didn&#039;t even want to venture into thinking how mind-bendingly large she had grown. But the truth was that while Sara had become as big as a state, Cheryl had submerged the entire sub-continent under her. She didn&#039;t know if she could, or wanted to shrink back down anymore. ``I... I&#039;ve never gotten this big before, Sara. I don&#039;t think... I don&#039;t know if I can get us to shrink... I&#039;m so sorry. I messed up! I messed everything up!&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``Oh, Cheryl...&#039;&#039; Sara sighed, ``Don&#039;t blame yourself. We&#039;ll figure something out together. I... I&#039;m not mad. I&#039;m not scared anymore. At least I know I&#039;m not alone in this freaky situation, haha...&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``H-how can you laugh at a time like this? I just... I just ruined your life!&#039;&#039; Cheryl broke down crying again.<br /><br />``Ugh, please don&#039;t cry, muffin. If not for me, then for those down below. Fish already have to live in salt water, hey?&#039;&#039; Sara chuckled a bit, finally managing to wedge herself out from Cheryl&#039;s toes. ``L-Look, I&#039;m sorry if I sound like I&#039;m not taking this seriously, but... but the truth is I don&#039;t mind this as long as I&#039;m not alone. Okay? And if I&#039;m stuck like this, then I&#039;m okay as long as it&#039;s with you.&#039;&#039;<br /><br />``As long as it&#039;s with me?&#039;&#039; Cheryl finally found herself bolstered enough to crank her neck up from her lying down position. Her hair was dripping with water from the ocean since she had grown out horizontally across the country.<br /><br />``Yeah. We&#039;re in this together. And I know, you made a mistake. But this isn&#039;t your fault. It&#039;s those bastards that got you like this, right?&#039;&#039; Sara said, making Cheryl sniffle and nod. ``There&#039;s a good girl. Look, let&#039;s just... see if we can&#039;t work this one out, okay? I doubt we&#039;ll get bothered for a while...&#039;&#039; her wry smile and downwards stare said everything to Cheryl.<br /><br />Cheryl was happy to hear those words from Sara. They gave her strength and she genuinely wanted to try to get them back to normal now. But the true question was:<br /><br />At this point, could they even shrink back to normal...?<br /><br />The End.<br /><br /></span>",
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