@tsokei: Thanks! It's good to be back.
@make_her_grow: You'll get what you want sooner or later, trust me. For now I'm glad you're enjoying things.
@Volfsbayne: It's gratifying to see someone getting so much enjoyment out of my writing. I hope I have a fan so devoted when I finally write something mainstream... XD
@magnus: A very succinct way to say it, nothing wrong with that. I've enjoyed your growth stories before so it's lovely to see you praise my work. ^_^
So, here's the next bit. This club scene is about to blow!
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“You?” Susan said, her tone less irate than Carmelita's, although still accusatory. “You're not really drunk, are you?” She paused for a moment, as if realizing something. “What did you do to me?”
“Do to you?” Vanessa replied nervously. “What do you mean?”
Susan gestured down at her body, still getting bigger before Vanessa's eyes. Foreboding sounds of material creaking, stretching, and starting to rip could be heard as her outfit struggled to contain her enlarging frame. Her expanding feet finally destroyed her boots, the stitches popping loudly and the swelling flesh overhanging the platform on all sides. Her denim skirt was even higher now, its row of buttons audibly straining as her hips and thighs tried to force them apart, and between Vanessa's location and Susan's increasing height, she had a perfect upskirt view of the panties that were visibly too tight and getting even tighter. Her enlarged breasts swelled even bigger, threatening to block her from looking directly at Vanessa as the shirt's seams groaned in protest.
It's like watching bread rising in an oven...
“I mean this,” Susan said. “I'm...bigger. And I think I'm still growing.”
“And you think I did this because...?” Vanessa said. The narrowing of the taller woman's eyes told her this wasn't a good response.
“Well...” she replied, anger starting to creep into her voice. To Vanessa, it almost seemed like her body grew along with her ire. “You're obviously not drunk.” Her head inched up a little higher. “Which means you faked being drunk before.” A seam popped in the side of her shirt. “Which means you spilled the water on us on purpose.” The top band of one fishnet tore apart with a loud snap, the upper half of the stocking hanging in tatters from her leg. “So that means you had a reason for doing that.” Her breasts grew again, a faint pop accompanying them moving beneath her shirt. She winced, and Vanessa assumed her bra had just snapped. “And this didn't start until after you soaked us.” With a loud crunch, something in one of the platforms gave under the strain of her heavier form, and she staggered, crushing both platforms flat beneath her huge feet as she regained her balance. “So I'm forced to conclude that something in the water caused this, and you did it on purpose!” She sounded much louder and angrier now. The waist of her denim skirt tore open and the row of buttons that ran down it shot off with a series of staccato popping sounds, the garment falling off her growing thighs and showing off strained white panties that had turned into a thong. Susan gasped and covered her crotch with one swelling hand. She glowered down at the still-sprawling Vanessa, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. “So why? Why are you making me bigger? What the hell could you possibly want to do this to me for?”
“Oh my god!” came a shout from the direction of the bar. The two of them turned to look and saw a blond woman standing behind the bar, her chest higher than the heads of the other bartenders, who were backing away from her as she continued to rise. Her apron was digging into the skin of her hips, significantly higher than the countertop and exposed as her tight pants shrank—or rather, as she grew too big for them. It took only a second for Vanessa to recognize Melissa. The waitress' plain black tee was taut across her enlarging breasts, the club's logo stretched horizontally into unreadability and tented in two places by her plainly visible nipples.
“You got the waitress too?” Susan asked incredulously. A furious roar and a loud crashing from the direction of the bathroom suddenly sounded, loud enough to be heard over the music of the club. Susan and Vanessa both turned to the source of the noise, seeing the door marked “Women” shudder ominously as something banged hard against it from the inside. Another hit, and a crack appeared in the wood of the door. The enraged voice coming from within wasn't intelligible, but both women recognized it as Carmelita's. Vanessa and Susan turned to face each other yet again.
“And Lita, too, I see. Oh, you're gonna regret that. She's got a temper.” Another loud bang against the bathroom door. The DJ had stopped the music, so the sound of splintering wood was loud in the club over the murmurs of conversation. Susan bent at the waist, still looming over Vanessa even doubled over, her eyes still narrowed in anger. Her breasts shifted with the motion, and this proved too much for her overstressed shirt, which split apart with an incredibly loud rip, falling to the floor along with her snapped bra. She paid no heed to her sudden toplessness, still fixated on the ever-smaller Vanessa splayed on the floor before her. “So tell me why. I'm getting big enough to hurt you if you don't,” she said matter-of-factly.
“I-I knew there was s-s-something in the water. I...I just w-wanted to see what would happen,” Vanessa stammered fearfully.
“Oh, is that all!” Susan barked. “Just to see what would happen?! Just go ahead and turn both of us into freaks!” She groaned in frustration. “What on earth made you think that was a good idea? If you wanted to see so badly you should've done it to...” She trailed off as a thoughtful expression crossed her face. “Hmm. You know, that's not a bad idea.” She stood and scanned the crowd around her. Many of them had been distracted by the cacophony coming from the bathroom, but a few of them had noticed the growing woman in their midst. Several more noticed once she was no longer bent double and her size was made obvious (along with her exposed, growing breasts).
In a moment, Susan found what she was looking for and snatched something from an unresisting waitress' drink tray. She turned back to the prone Vanessa and held her huge hand right above her head. Vanessa glanced up and her stomach dropped when she saw two cups of water in Susan's grasp.
“Here! Why don't you get some firsthand experience?” Susan snapped, dumping the cups onto Vanessa's head.
Vanessa coughed and sputtered, spitting water out of her face and brushing her damp hair from her eyes. “Do you know what you've done?” she screamed at the growing woman towering above her.
“Nothing more than you did to us, you bitch,” Susan retorted, her head approaching the ceiling.
Vanessa started to say something else, but a thunderous crash signaled the bathroom door finally shattering. Two bronze-skinned hands larger than a normal person's head appeared in the hole, gripping the top of the doorframe and straining as Carmelita struggled to pull herself out of the room that had become too small to accommodate her. The frame started to crack under the pressure of the still-growing hands as the Latina's enraged voice bellowed from within. “Where is that
puta? I'm going to kill her!”