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Robopengy · 09-30-2013

Magnus, you don't need a preview of the first story :P

But here's a segment of the first growth from the first story (pardon the formatting)

“Oh no, no, no, nonono!” Maeve jerked back, getting her hands off her friend’s back as if her leather jacket had suddenly turned into some red hot piece of metal. As Maya and Allison, both frozen in awe and surprise, stared at the scene, Maeve tried to scramble away from the couch, knocking the table off on its side and sending the glasses tumbling on the carpet. Melissa’s new unsuccessful attempt at standing up turned the table over and knocked a gash in the wooden frame with a flail of her four feet long legs. One of the glasses was crushed by the weight and a web of cracks appeared in the glass pane of the table. Allison reacted just a split second before Maya and both of them jumped on their feet to take some cover.

Melissa was still sitting back in the couch, incapable of standing up as her body grew. On her torso, the Metallica T-shirt was starting to show signs of damage. The bulge of her breasts was showing through the tensing fabric. Sharp cracking, almost popping, sounds resonated in the apartment, as the seams started to give up around the collar and waist. Her sturdy leather jacket seemed to resist the pressure longer and it looked like it was going to hold, like some corset, her expanding body. Her belly and breasts were pushing her T-shirt through the half-zipped front of the jacket. Melissa was now about eight feet tall. She was moaning, gasping and letting out some tiny “ow” sounds in a strangely modulated voice as she kept growing. Her eyes were half shut and fluttering, her face a glistening, frozen mask of surprise.

Beads of sweat the size of ping pong balls were trickling down her cheeks and dropped from her chin at the rhythm of her gasps. They instantly drenched her T-shirt, thinning the outstretched fabric even more and revealing the darker shape of her bra underneath. Allison and Maya stood petrified behind their chairs, watching their friend’s clothes loose the battle against her growth.

09-30-2013	#5
Robopengy Happy owl Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Boston, MA Posts: 340	Re: Gigantic Virus, two written stories Magnus, you don't need a preview of the first story :P But here's a segment of the first growth from the first story (pardon the formatting) “Oh no, no, no, nonono!” Maeve jerked back, getting her hands off her friend’s back as if her leather jacket had suddenly turned into some red hot piece of metal. As Maya and Allison, both frozen in awe and surprise, stared at the scene, Maeve tried to scramble away from the couch, knocking the table off on its side and sending the glasses tumbling on the carpet. Melissa’s new unsuccessful attempt at standing up turned the table over and knocked a gash in the wooden frame with a flail of her four feet long legs. One of the glasses was crushed by the weight and a web of cracks appeared in the glass pane of the table. Allison reacted just a split second before Maya and both of them jumped on their feet to take some cover. Melissa was still sitting back in the couch, incapable of standing up as her body grew. On her torso, the Metallica T-shirt was starting to show signs of damage. The bulge of her breasts was showing through the tensing fabric. Sharp cracking, almost popping, sounds resonated in the apartment, as the seams started to give up around the collar and waist. Her sturdy leather jacket seemed to resist the pressure longer and it looked like it was going to hold, like some corset, her expanding body. Her belly and breasts were pushing her T-shirt through the half-zipped front of the jacket. Melissa was now about eight feet tall. She was moaning, gasping and letting out some tiny “ow” sounds in a strangely modulated voice as she kept growing. Her eyes were half shut and fluttering, her face a glistening, frozen mask of surprise. Beads of sweat the size of ping pong balls were trickling down her cheeks and dropped from her chin at the rhythm of her gasps. They instantly drenched her T-shirt, thinning the outstretched fabric even more and revealing the darker shape of her bra underneath. Allison and Maya stood petrified behind their chairs, watching their friend’s clothes loose the battle against her growth.