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Give Carla a bit of time. Maybe she'll catch on once she's had time to really think about it. ^_^

Here we go with the next bit: In Which More Growth Occurs in the Park.

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“You know, Hannah, that's a good question,” replied Linda, shouting up at the newly-grown giantess. “I mean, it seemed like we all started to change, but why did the rest of us stop?”

“Um, Linda...maybe you spoke too soon,” Cristi said with an edge in her voice. “Look at Marion.”

“What? What do you mean?” asked Marion, looking down at herself in panic as her friends all turned to see what Cristi meant. At first nothing was obviously different, but after a few seconds it was apparent that she, too, was slowly enlarging. The sleeves of her blue blouse, which had been loose when she put it on, were creeping up her arms and slowly losing their bagginess. The buttons, already strained from her earlier breast growth, were being pulled even harder as the fabric tried to separate. The dark blue scarf draped around her neck was being lifted and pushed outward as her breasts continued to swell up. The bottom of her blouse was rising steadily higher, exposing more of her midriff above her stretching belt. The sound of metal breaking apart came from the belt as its buckle shattered under the strain, leaving the ruined belt hanging to either side of her growing waist.

“Aaah!” she shreiked in pain, suddenly clawing at the back of her head. Seconds later there was an audible POP and her wavy black hair came tumbling down across her shoulders, accompanied by a loud sigh of relief. Joanna felt a faint sting as something hit her; looking down, she saw the broken strands of elastic that had been holding Marion's ponytail together falling away from her. Another breaking-metal sound drew her attention back to the growing woman. She tried to spot the source of the sound, and after a moment noticed Marion's blue underwear was visible through the now-open front of her tightening slacks. Must have been the zipper coming apart. Scanning down her friend's legs, she figured the rest of the garment couldn't be far behind, as there was already so much woman inside the tan slacks that the fabric had pulled taut and the ankles of them were halfway up her shins.

“Oh, shit! Am I going to get as big as Hannah?” Marion exclaimed, panic in her blue eyes as she looked around (and increasingly down) at the others. “Oh!” she gasped as the top button on her blouse finally tore off. One by one, the rest of them followed suit, the front of her shirt making an ever-deeper V and revealing more of her enormous tits in a too-small blue bra. The last button, however, refused to give up the ghost and hung valiantly on, almost making Marion look like she was wearing a shirt tied together at the bottom. As the gap in her blouse spread downward, the scarf had been moving in the opposite direction, buoyed by her increasing height and bustline, and now it looked comically small on her. At the start of the day, draped over her neck, the accessory had hung almost to her waist; the ends of it now failed to even make it all the way down her breasts.

A long, steady ripping drew everyone's eyes down to Marion's legs. The seam on her left leg had begun to give, starting at the bottom (which was now at her knee) and spreading quickly up the leg. More and more of her bare flesh was revealed as the tear crept higher, all the way to her waist. In a moment, the right leg followed its mate, leaving long strips of tan fabric hanging down to her knees that did nothing at all to clothe her. The only thing holding the shredded remains of her pants to her growing frame was the waistband, which was starting to dig into her widening hips as her growth showed no signs of stopping.

Another gasp of pain came from the developing giantess as she frowned at her arms. The sleeves were stuck halfway between her elbows and shoulders, and they had gone from hanging loose to constricting her. Her skin was turning red around the edges of the sleeves as they hampered her circulation. The stitches that held them on at the shoulders began to fail, tears spreading around both arms until finally they were totally separated. This seemed to be all the stretched fabric could take, and the sleeves just...exploded. They burst into a shower of blue scraps, drifting slowly down toward her friends, who merely looked up, astonished at the sight before them.

And what a sight. Marion was already double the height of anyone else there (except Hannah) and barely covered by the scraps of her former outfit. Her tattered blue blouse was held together by a single button that used to be at her waist and now was trapped just under the swell of her bust, exposing a positively massive set of boobs that were overwhelming the cups of the stretched-out bra still trying to contain them. Her entire belly was exposed, which revealed that despite her growth, it was proportionately slimmer than it had been earlier. The same could not be said for her hips; she'd grown some new curves in that department, and even if she'd been her normal height her ripped pants wouldn't have covered her.

As they watched, even that insufficient covering became unsustainable as her expansion continued unabated. They all heard an extremely loud tearing sound as the waist of her slacks severed in multiple places at once, dropping the destroyed clothing away from her and showing off her voluptuous hips and the weakening blue boy shorts-style briefs (which now looked like a g-string). Some more fabric popping sounds came from above as the tiny bra's straps snapped and her titanic tits surged forward. This bit of extra pressure proved too much for the sole remaining button on her blouse and it finally surrendered, letting the shirt fly open in front as the cups of her bra dropped to the ground. She cried out and tried to cover herself, but seemed to have some trouble positioning her arms, as even to her her breasts were much bigger. The shifting of her shoulders destroyed what remained of the stitching and her blouse fell off, taking her scarf with it.

A look of distress crossed her huge features as she tried and failed to look down past her massive tits. “Oh, no, not them too...” Her protests proved futile as the briefs gave way and snapped, joining the rest of her outfit in a pile on the ground. She covered herself as best she could with one hand, keeping the other across her chest. “I think...I think it's stopped,” she said, looking down at her friends, then slightly up at Hannah. Her eyes were level with the other giantess' mouth, making a relative height difference of what would've been just a few inches at their old size. “Hey! No fair!” she said after a moment. “You're bigger than me and you still have your panties! What the hell?!” she shouted angrily.

Hannah shrugged. “Beats me. I didn't have anything to do with that. I'm just gonna count myself lucky,” she replied.

“Hey, I think we have more important concerns than panties at present!” Linda shouted up at the duo. “Such as, what the hell is going on here, and what are we going to do with you two?”

“Better make that three,” moaned Pamela.

“Or four,” added Joanna.