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Sorry for the delay, folks. Busy evening.

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“I know, mom! Why is this happening to me?” the giant girl wailed.

“I wish I knew, sweetie,” Liz replied, powerless to do anything but stand there and watch Kim get bigger and bigger. Her head had risen high enough that it now occupied the same space it had when she was sitting in the chair. Extremely loud ripping sounds were coming from beneath the table and from the sleeves of her shirt as they split up her arms. Jason felt something bump his feet under the table and glanced down to see his sister's growing foot, still surrounded by the torn remnants of her shoe, pushing against him. He was shocked to see her foot was bigger than both of his put together.

“Liz, Jason, I think we should get up from the table now,” Paul said, doing an impressive job of sounding calm as he scooted his chair back and stood, slowly backing toward the far wall of the dining room.

Jason unthinkingly obeyed, pushing his seat back and rising, then retreating from his growing sister to stand with his father at the wall. His mother joined them a moment later. He couldn't help but notice that they were near an open doorway that led out of the room. He had the brief thought that that would be useful to help keep them from getting trapped, then shook his head. That was ridiculous—Kim couldn't possibly get big enough to trap them in the room. That was impossible.

Or maybe not. “Oh, god, it isn't stopping!” Kim exclaimed. Her head was rising inexorably toward the ceiling, her feet and legs stretching longer and longer beneath the table. The sleeves of her blue shirt had torn all the way up her arms and the remaining buttons had failed; a film of thinning blue fabric was wrapped tightly around her shoulders, and her white tank top wasn't picking up the slack very well. Its bottom had climbed her trunk, revealing more and more of her flat belly, while its neckline had slipped steadily down her swelling bust, giving the impression that it was retracting to a point somewhere near the bottom of her ribcage. Incredibly huge breasts threatened to overwhelm the top of it at any second.

Despite knowing that they belonged to his sister, Jason couldn't keep his eyes entirely off of the ballooning boobs that were overflowing her shirt. As if to tempt him further, the straps of her top failed, shredding with two loud rips and revealing her stressed white bra, its lacy cups nowhere near big enough to contain tits as big as watermelons. A loud pop followed by a vaguely metallic ping came from under the table. Jason automatically peered beneath it...and quickly jerked back up to a standing position, his face turning red. The waist of her jeans had failed, the button shooting off and the zipper separating, so his curious glance had shown him a pair of lacy white panties, pulled so tight that they left nothing to the imagination.

“How is this even possible?” Liz said incredulously.

“I don't know! This is insane!” Paul said in reply.

“How big do you think she's going to get?” Jason asked worriedly.

The three of them turned simultaneously at Kim's sudden cry of pain. Though she was still seated on the floor, her head had bumped the ceiling. “Fuck, when is this going to end?” she screamed, causing her family to cover their ears at the sheer volume of her voice. She shifted position on the floor, leaning over to lower her head and putting her legs together under the table. Her jeans, already so taut that they looked like a sausage skin, burst apart from the movement of her swelling thighs. Scraps of denim fell off her huge legs as they slid across the floor, and her panties were stretched so far out that they were probably about to fail as well. Jason definitely wasn't interested in seeing that happen...even if her forward-leaning posture now caused her pendulous boobs to hang down in front of her, putting a huge valley of cleavage right at eye level. He mentally slapped himself, keeping the reminder that Kim was his sister firmly at the front of his mind.

Kim had to be over twelve feet tall, and was still growing. Her thighs were rapidly filling up the space under the table even as her chest took up the area above it; her massive boobs were pressing down on the table, her bra straps having failed and the cups on their last legs. The wood of the table groaned in protest at the steadily increasing weight of her hooters, which were slowly advancing across the tabletop toward her family as her growth continued. Finally, with an incredibly loud sound, the damaged bra snapped apart, sending a shudder through her tits and causing the table to creak again. Another loud snap followed a few seconds later; Jason assumed that was her panties. The surreality of the situation of being in the same room as a giant, voluptuous naked woman washed over his mind, followed by another reminder that she was his sister. His wires were starting to get crossed, and he tried to look away, but everywhere he looked, the room was filling up with Kim.

“Oh god! I don't know how big I'm gonna get! You guys have to get out of here!” she exclaimed as her head bumped against the ceiling again. She tried to bend down further, but only succeeded in crushing the table between her massive mammaries above and her thickening thighs below. It broke in half across the middle, splinters and shards of wood flying through the room.

“She's right! We have to go, now!” Paul shouted, tugging at Liz and Jason as he backed through the doorway.

“We can't just leave her!” Liz snapped, pulling away from him.

“She'll be better off than we are if the room collapses!” he replied.

Sure enough, Kim's giant head and back were pressing against the ceiling, cracks running across the plaster as she tried to expand into space that just wasn't there. Ominous noises were coming from the ceiling, and the tinkle of shattering glass could be heard from somewhere behind her, presumably where her butt was pressing against the picture window. Paul and Jason backed several steps into the next room, with Liz reluctantly following after them.

“That should be far enough, right? I mean it's not like she's going to just keep growing...” Jason said. His parents both turned to look at him uncertainly, then simultaneously turned back to the sight of their daughter growing to fill the entire dining room. The ceiling was crumbling as her back pressed up into the attic, and her head was near the doorway they had retreated through.

“Aaah! So cramped in here!” Kim bellowed, as the walls and ceiling of the room began to squeeze against her on all sides.

“I'm...not so sure about that, son. Maybe we should get out of the house,” Paul replied after a moment.

The three of them exited through the kitchen and turned a corner, heading for their front door. More structural failings could be heard from the direction of the dining room, and as they exited the house, they all looked sideways at the picture window that showed the interior of their dining room. Through the complex web of cracks, they could see that beyond the window was a wall of flesh—Kim's enormous ass literally blocked the entire opening. As her family stared in shock, the window frame gave under the tremendous pressure, and her curvy rear smashed outward through the hole, bits of broken glass and splintered wood raining onto the front lawn as her butt swept everything before it like an advancing wave. The frame began to break apart as her body got wider within the opening.

“Oh my god! Make it stop!” she screamed, her voice loud enough to be heard clearly even through the walls of the house.

Seconds later, a series of extremely loud cracks resounded from the roof, and a gigantic blonde head burst through the top of the house. The walls on either side of the picture window were bulging and making foreboding noises; Paul backed further away from the house, pulling Jason and Liz with him. In a few more moments, the dining room walls lost their battle to stay up as well, and Kim's shoulders and arms tore through in a rain of debris. Her growth finally slowed and stopped shortly thereafter, leaving a humongous Kim panting and panicked in the wreckage while her relatives looked on from the lawn. Several neighbors had come out of their houses, drawn by the cacophony, and they were staring in amazement at the spectacle.

“I think...I think it's over,” she said, her head whipping back and forth as she looked around. “Where are you guys?”

“Over here, Kim!” Liz called. “Behind you!”

“Hang on, let me--” She apparently tried to shift positions, judging from a few new crumbling sounds the house made, but she was unsuccessful. “Oh god, I'm stuck!”

Jason let out an involuntary snort of laughter. He quickly bit down on it when his parents gave him murderous looks.

“Are you sure you're completely stuck?” Liz asked. “You can't move at all?”

“Let me think. Yeah, I'm stuck,” she snapped sarcastically.

Her mother started to reply, but caught herself. “I'm going to let that tone slide, young lady, because this is a stressful situation.” Jason had to suppress another laugh at that—because what was his mom going to do about it? Kim could probably handle her like a Barbie doll. There was no way to be sure, but comparing her to the wrecked house, he estimated she had to be over thirty feet tall, possibly close to forty. She could only be “grounded” in an airplane hangar.

“Can you at least try to move?” Liz continued. “I'm sure that has to be uncomfortable, and we can't get you any help if we can't get you out of the house.”

“Alright, I'll try,” the colossal coed replied. She began shifting around—Jason had to look away again when he caught himself watching her ass wriggling—and more sounds of the house being demolished drifted across the yard. Finally, with a grunt of effort, Kim sat up, tearing off the section of roof between her head and the picture window. As she rose to a sitting position, the chunk of roof fell off her back, plummeting to the ground with a crash.

“Oh god, you guys, I'm so sorry about this,” Kim said despairingly, twisting around so she could see her family. Seen in profile, it was obvious her breasts had grown much bigger proportionately, which Jason immediately slapped himself for noticing.

“It's okay, honey. We have insurance,” Paul replied. “It's more important that we get you some help. I'm going to call the doctor, and we'll get you looked at asap, okay?”

“Okay, dad. Thanks,” she said, trying to look hopeful.

Paul pulled his smartphone out and began tapping in the phone number, but before he could dial, he heard rumbling engines advancing loudly up the street. The Gaines family watched with curiosity as a black pickup truck with the Talbot-Lucian logo stopped in front of their house, followed closely by a large green military truck. Two men in black suits exited the pickup, while several soldiers climbed out of the larger vehicle. The suits approached Paul. They both sported black sunglasses and stern expressions.

“Good morning, Mister Gaines,” the taller one said. “I'm Mr. Kilborn, and this is my partner, Mr. Stewart. We're here to assist you with this situation.”

“Assist? Situation? You guys really have a way with words, don't you?” Paul replied with a frown.

“We believe we know what's happened to your daughter, and we'll need to quarantine her,” Kilborn continued, as if Paul hadn't said a word. “Understand that we are authorized to take any steps necessary to contain this incident. Your cooperation will make things much easier for all concerned, but we can proceed without it.”

Paul eyed the armed military men standing by the truck. “Well. You certainly know how to negotiate.”