[magnus knight]

Well, here is more, with more to come, so let the growing continue I guess. Comments welcome, and ladies night is Wednesday, with 2 for one growth all night long. hehe

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Private Gomer pulled into the airport lot and got out of his car making his way towards the terminal his girlfriend would be arriving in for the airline she worked at. Walking through the doors of said terminal he made his way passed a family, and other travelers, heading towards the security check point station. He knew the security there knew him and would let him through with no questions, seeing as how he was in the military, and dating one of the airline’s employees.

The thing that Gomer didn’t know was every time he took a step some of the nanites would leak out of the corroded petri dish, and they would swirl about the air, most would experience failure before finding a woman to take hold in, reproduce and begin the process of eliciting a change in, but a few were taking up residence in unlucky, or lucky if you were a macrophile like Gomer was, and would begin to execute their primary programming of cellular growth and reproduction, though with only so few being exposed to these random women, time would only tell when or if they would take hold enough to cause those fascinating changes.

Meanwhile at the particular bank branch Gomer visited earlier the teller he worked with, Chloe, was nearing the end of her shift when she began to feel sort of fidgety. While she was counting out money for a gentleman she picked up her heels, sort of slowly tilting her right back on the heel of her shoe, then the left, and while each foot was tilted back she would move it side to side, wiggling her toes inside their leather and hosiery clad confines, trying to get that odd feeling out from those appendages. She also tried to shrug and rotate her shoulders, to get her bra straps to loosen up a bit, as they began to pinch her skin.

Fawn made her way off the boarding dock as her low heeled shoes began to clack faster as her pace hastened as she saw Gomer waiting for her at the end of the dock. The light blue flowing flight uniform with its black striped accents moved with her slender dirty blond topped head as upon making her way to the end of her path she held out her arms and wrapped them around her boyfriend as their embrace ended with a deep passionate kiss.

Back at the bank, Chloe began to feel warm, and bringing up her right hand gave a tug to the thin collar around her neck. Bringing the hand up further she could feel a tiny amount of perspiration from some forming beads of sweat. Reaching back down she slid the glass closed and put up the please see the next teller sign and made her way towards the break room to get a glass of water from the cooler. As she walked by the manager’s office the branch manager looked up to see her with her hands at her temple, groaning to herself as she moved passed. The manger reached into his desk and pulled out a bottle of Tylenol and shook it wondering if she should offer her any.

Getting past the door Chloe leaned against it and tilted her head back letting out a brief sigh. “Mhhm.” She then walked over to the cooler and pressed the button for the cold water release. As the water filled the disposable glass she still kept shifting her feet about as her heels were still bothering her. After filling the glass she paused for a moment looking down and seeing a small run had formed I n her black hosiery. “Damn.” She said as she went to drink the water. That moment she took her eyes off of her leg the run seemed to silently zip a little wider, and a little longer making like a ladder. Looking down as she felt this happen she seemed puzzled as to what had just happened. She started to step back when she suddenly felt light headed and had to place her hands on the cooler to support her. As he did she felt a pinch in her ears, and then saw two tiny gold loops on the floor. Crouching down to pick the hoops up with her right hand, she felt with her left to find her piercing holes seemed to have closed, snapping the delicate clasps on the erring’s. Also while crouching she felt her black panties give her a wedgie, and blushing she stood up quickly and reached back to try and loosen them from her crack. As she did this breasts began to feel compressed inside her B cup sized bra, and the straps felt unusually tight. Trying to loosen them with her right hand, she placed her left against the cooler and as she turned saw the oddest sight, her silver watch, its band, looked like it was stretching out, the links being strained. Going to reach for it she saw her right wrist, the gold bracelet on it over her long black dress sleeve, seemed to be distended as well, stretching out over the soft material of her dress.

Gomer and his girlfriend broke from their kiss and just looked at each other for a moment before joining hands and making their way passed the other members of the flight crew, saying bye to them as she gave a few of the other women in her flight party hugs and fake little kisses to say goodbye. Once all that was out of the way, the young couple once again took each other’s hands, and made their way towards the terminal exit, to head home for what the private hoped would be a night to remember.

The banks break room was empty, except for the confused and trembling teller inside. The black dress Chloe wore had a thin leather belt, shiny and black around her waist, and it was beginning to feel tighter on her expanding form. She clutched at it; thinking about loosening it wondering what she could have eaten that was causing her to bloat up like this. Her heels were getting tighter, and the pointed fronts were beginning to round out as her toes pressed against the fronts. Inside of her heels she could swear it felt like her hosiery was slowly tearing open around her toes as she wiggled them inside.
Chloe hunched over the cooler, “ZZipp” and as she did she felt the back zipper of her dress come apart, just sort of unzip itself and inch down its tracks.

Looking down Chloe saw the hem of her slip, peeking out from beneath the bottom hem of her dress. Alll her clothes were feeling uncomfortably tight now. “Shrip!” the left shoulder seam on the black dress ripped open, revealing the strap of her slip and bra. Turning her head to look at the rip, her blond hair seemed to longer, fuller as it sort of waved with her head movements.
Spreading her legs apart a bit more, another tearing noise sounded out as a tear opened up between her legs, in both her dress and her slip. Her panties felt uncomfortably tight, and if she wasn’t in public she wanted nothing more than to reach down there and try and fix them. The whole look of her frame felt off, and as she tried to steady herself she looked herself over and saw the sleeves of the dress were creeping up her arms. As she watched “Clink!” the metal of her watch snapped the band breaking as the object fell off of her arm. Looking at her right arm she saw her sleeve making the same sort of ascent up her arm, and felt and saw the gold bracelet she wore snap and break off in a similar manner. Chloe began to feel this dread fill her belly, as stepping back she took in a deep breath and the leather belt she wore, well first the metal buckle seemed to slip out of its hole, when what actually happened was the hole broke, and then the metal buckle itself snapped, and the leather piece fell to the floor. Stumbling a bit she began to back away towards the ladies room when an odd leathery stretching sound began to fill the room, and her heels, that shiny black leather, began to feel vice like on her feet.

Back at Gomer’s place the young couple walked in the door, and Fawn his girlfriend was surprised to find the table set, with candles even, and the rooms lighting turned down low. “Oh honey, this is such a nice surprise.” She said turning and giving him a kiss. “But I feel all dirty being in this uniform for twelve hours, how about I shower first before we begin.” Gomer smiled as he took her hand. “I’ll do you one better and draw you a hot bath while you get out of those clothes.” He smiled to her as she kissed him again and went into the bedroom to get undressed. Gomer went to draw her a bath as he said he would, but then he also pulled the petri dish form his pocket, and hit the lock to release the nanites, placing the dish under a candle to look like a holder for it. Smiling he stepped out of the room as his girlfriend did the same, only wrapped in her robe. “You’re such a sweet heart.” She told him.

Back at the break room Chloe fell back against the cooler, almost knocking the water bottle over. Some water did however spill out and it splashed over her leather heels, and as it did the fronts after being stretched out to round like her toes cracked and burst open, revealing naked toes that had already ripped the hosiery that encased them and those digits perched themselves on the wet floor as her heels began to widen, her feet still growing inside of them.
The back of her dress also was feeling the pressure, and the zipper was beginning to descend down further, revealing her creamy white slip as she kind of hunched to try a relieve some of the mounting pressure from back there.

Chloe’s arms were getting longer, and the long sleeves of her black dress were getting shorter, and as they did the material was losing its stretching ability to keep what it could of those arms covered. Soon rips were forming up her fore arms, while her shoulders were splitting the material open further as well. Down around her waist, after the belt left her, that narrow cinched part of the dress began to get stretched too far, and soon it began to pop open, ripping in quick sudden gashes front to back, revealing a straining slip, that was beginning to exhibit the same symptoms as it too began to rip open to reveal her slightly rounded belly, front to back.

“Chloe, you looked a bit ill so I thought you could use these.” Came from the door as the branch manager walked in, only instead of finding Chloe sitting at a table, what he saw was Chloe, a good almost foot or more taller, in a disintegrating dress, standing over the cooler. “What the…” he said as he dropped the bottle of pills on the floor, mouth falling open agape.

She was just as startled as he was, and as the bottle hit the floor Chloe tried to move and cover her as the front of her dress began to rip down the center, starting at the collar as her breasts heaved forth digging in and tearing the fabric. Her larger arms seemed to flail about as she was not used to using such long appendages, and next thing she knew she knocked the bottle of water onto the floor, as it splashed over her feet, soaking her toes, and drenching her hosiery as they continued to tear and run open, unable to compensate for her enlarging dimensions as her thighs and calves grew out longer and longer.

The heels of her shoes due to her increasing height and weight snapped as the last of the water finished draining out, causing her to slip after losing her traction. As she came down onto the floor the backs of her heels cracked and split open, the backs of her feet pushing out, rending the nylon around them. The sides of her heels also burst, and soon she was barefoot on all fours, writhing as she continued to grow.

The backs of her dress, the zipper that is fully descended at that point, and the white slip began to unzip as if it had one, tearing down her back to reveal straining bra clasps as they were straining to hold on themselves. Below the waist as she spread her legs to get her feet back under her to stand again, the sides of the dress split and the tear in the center rend even more causing the dress and slip beneath it so split and tear more. The hosiery around her legs shred until there was nothing more of them left. Bare legs felt the cold wet floor briefly as Chloe began to stand, not realizing how big she was getting.
As Chloe stood up the back clasp of her bra snapped, and the shoulder straps went, taking the straps of her slip with them. Her bare chest jut out and tore the black dress down the center, sending the bra shooting forward, where it promptly nailed her boos in the head, sending him flying back out the door he came in. As the door closed she could hear him shouting for someone to call 911.

Chloe’s head hit the ceiling, which placed her at the thirteen foot mark. She began to crouch down, legs and arms filling the room as shredded material from her dress fell off of her frame. She was breathing heavy now unable to calm down as what was happening to her began to really sink in. For some unknown reason she was growing, getting bigger and more naked as she filled the room and her clothes ripped off of her body. Tears began to well up in her eyes as the panic grew, and she worried about what might happen if she keeps growing, will she break out of the building?

Chloe sort of shimmied into a corner trying her best to curl up into a ball as her slip joined her dress soon as a pile of useless rags. Sirens could be heard in the distance as that call to 911 was being promptly answered. This is where the cover up would begin, both literally and in a more general sense. The nanotech was out of the bottle, or petri dish now, and the question is how far will it spread, and will it ever be contained?