[magnus knight]

And it finally continues...

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The monitor attached to her began to beep louder and quicker. Private Karlie looked puzzled, and reaching up undid one of the buttons on her green military sport coat. Something odd happened at that moment as her chest seemed to just out a bit more, causing the next button to pop as of its own accord. Private Karlie took a pensive step back, her pump clicking on the hard floored surface. She brought her arms up into view looking at her hands, sort of slowly turning over her hands, curling and uncurling her fingers, very slowly, very deliberately. As she did her breathing picked up the pace, the monitor continued to beep loud and fast.

As Karlie looked over her hands her mouth slowly opened up, and kind of made this look of surprise and awe. She kept flexing those hands of hers, and as she did you could see the cuff of the jacket she wore slowly begin to creep up her arms, revealing the white blouse cuff beneath. The camera zoomed in on her hands, and I could swear her finger looked like they were getting longer, slowly spreading out with every twitchy movement. As this kept happening she took another step back, and taking her hands reached for her jacket at the lapels, and yanked, tearing it so the buttons that remained all popped off, the golden colored objects hitting the ground and clinking about her feet. The camera followed the buttons and as it did it caught sight of her pumps, the fronts looking distended as five tiny impressions were forcing themselves into view on the fronts of them, meanwhile the sides looked sort of bowed out. Her feet must have been expanding just as her hands had been, and by the looks of things it must have hurt, as at that moment she began to alternate lifting and lowering each foot as if she was trying to relieve some of the pressure they were feeling at this moment.

“Ahhh, what, what’s happening, what did you…” the private was talking aloud as she finished removing her military jacket and tossed it to the ground. She looked down and could see her ample chest, now a bit more ample as the front blouse buttons looked strained, tiny diamond shaped gaps forming between the buttons, getting larger with their spaces, allowing peaks at the front of her lacey bra, and brown skin beneath.

“Uhhh..” She groaned and brought her hands up, running them through her lengthening hair, as it went from the short above the shoulder cut to something longer and messier by the minute. As she brought those hands down still shaking the cuff buttons on her sleeves popped off, breaking open to allow the beginning rise of her sleeves. Her toned militarily fit body was starting to show through her uniform. The sleeves looked toned, as the fabric began to tighten on her arms, showing the toned definition. Her thighs filled her skirt, showing the curves off, the nude pantyhose tightened as it seemed to just roll over her legs, the brown color showing through more and more, her calves looking so tight and just perfectly shaped.

The tan hosiery began to reach its limit, and as it did runs began to form, just sort of small ladders, getting slowly wider, then as if they reached some sort of unknown but only to them point, they began to move vertically, climbing up her shapely legs, snaking their way around the fronts, towards the backs. As this was going on her skirt crept higher, and as it did her thighs began to come into view, the pantyhose around them full of ladders and runs as it was exposed.

“Ahhh… Please… Stop…” She got out through gritted teeth, only instead of her request being answered the opposite happened and the top two buttons flew off of the blouse, her breasts heaving forth, revealing a lacey straining bra beneath. She reached down to try and cover up her six pack as it was being exposed by the blouse being forcefully untucked, and as she yanked down, her sleeves burst the confines of the fabric, the shoulder seams rending, her arms breaking the fabric as her biceps broke the material, smooth brown skin rising up out of the white blouse as it shredded.

“Brrrip!!” Sounded out and the camera went to look down to find her right pump burst open, webbed hose covered toes jutting out, twitching uncontrollably. As this happened the left pump suddenly shook violently and broke open as well, more hose covered toes peeking out, stretching the like webbing the pantyhose encasement, forcing their way out as they shredded the nylon into ribbons.

As the skirt rose higher the sides began to rend, along her sleek thighs, exposing more sensual skin, and revealing the bottom of a skirt slip, a slip that was tearing it, the white lacey material self-destructing as of its own accord. Just then her feet seemed to slide out from under her as she dropped down to all fours, trembling as her body underwent its amazing metamorphosis.

You could now see the shoulder seams of her blouse continue to separate, the sleeves looking like tissue as they destroyed themselves completely. Her shoulder then went to work on the straps of her bra, and there was no need to wait as the left snapped, sort of flailed about for a moment, then the right went.

Karlie went down, thrusting her head moaning onto the floor, her back was shown, in a very tight and now shear white blouse, shear from the force it was under due to her expansion. Soon it tore open, starting in the center with a small hole, one that quickly expanded until it went from collar to small of her now exposed back. Just as that happened she came up, arching her back grunting as the floor was littered with a series of pops, which I assumed to be the front buttons of the blouse.

What I could see were the back clasps of her bra, snapping apart, one by one, and I couldn’t help but smile wryly as it happened, because I knew it meant I might not be long for a nice shot of her very lovely breasts.

The private spread her legs, and as she did, the skirt split down the center, and placing one large hand on the floor she began to attempt to stand, pushing herself up, pieces of rend fabric and material falling from her body as she did. First to her knees, she already looked taller than any women I have ever seen. Then she brought up one foot, the left one, and the pump, or rather what was left seemed to just explode away. Then the other foot came back, and as she stood on it the sides of that pump exploded in a black mess, and left her bare foot, as any nylon that was there had long since disintegrated.

Coming to her feet, this new goddess stood, and she brought her long smooth legs to stand, the skirt just ripped into two halves and fell away. The slip beneath, riddled with holes, kept tearing as having slowed, the growth still assaulted her body.

Her upper body just had rags around it, the blouse opened up, or what was left of it, hung off of her body in scraps and pieces. Her bra, the cups had holes in them, soft brown flesh overflowing from all sides, until with one breath it snapped off. Her shoulders were broad, and hair long, messy, but still with a sheen upon it that gave it this sexy appearance.

Karlie bit her lower lip, and then sort of shimmied about, and then there was a snapping sound and she seemed to blush as something fell from her lower body. If I had to guess, this private’s privates were now commandos. The towering giantess seemed to look confused ,and the heart monitor that was on her was beeping nonstop to signal she was dead, or more likely it fell off from wherever they placed it on her person. She stepped back ,the last scraps falling off of her body, as a cherry picker rolled up near her, and a man in uniform readied what looked like a rifle and took a shot, a dart came out, hitting her in the chest. Karlie staggered, blinking to herself a few times, and then this colossal woman came crashing down. Other soldiers rushed out with a large tarp ,and began to cover her, while a group of men and women in white lab coats followed, holding various instruments.

Just then a man in a white coat with no hair stood in the view, but before he could say anything, the image went dead.

“Where’s the rest;” I asked the man before me, my eyes pleading to see more.

“That’s all I have.” He replied. “Whatever came after, or before that is on the original source back at wherever this was filmed.”

“What about the woman?” I asked.

“Well, except for a rank and name, unknown at the moment. A few leads have been traced to where she came from, but as far as is known, she has been unheard form since this taping.”

With that this gentleman took the laptop from me, placed it into his carrying bag and strolled off, but not before turning to me and saying, “Remember, if any one comes asking, you never saw this, and never met me before.” And then he continued on his way.

“But, what… How did this happen?” I asked but the only reply I received was from his backside.