[qzar9999]

Here, at last, is the conclusion to "Wednesday." This day ended up being so long I actually broke OpenOffice Writer--I had it in the viewing mode where it doesn't split the document up into pages...but I ended up reaching page 2 anyway. O_o

Thanks, everyone, for the positive feedback, and I hope my story continues to entertain. Look for the first part of "Thursday" next...ah, well, Thursday, lol.

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“You think?!” she snapped, bending her head to keep it below the roof.

Will started to remind her that he had said something about this possibly being dangerous, but wisely decided now wasn't a good time for told-you-so. As she continued to rise, having to lean forward now, he finally elected to go with “This...ah...this can't be good.”

“No. No, it can't.” She frowned at him. “I don't get it. Why am I so much bigger than the rest of them and still getting bigger?”

“I don't have the slightest idea, honey. Maybe your chemist friend has found something. Should I try her again?”

“Good idea,” she said, leaning down slightly further. Good lord. This can't be happening. I can't really be twenty feet tall.

“I'll get the phone,” he said. “Was it on the nightstand?” He peered at the knocked-over table as she tried to move her leg to accommodate him. In a moment, though, he stopped, frowning and looking around the room. “You hear that?”

“What?” she replied. He held up one finger for silence, and she listened intently. Shortly, she made out a faint creaking sound, similar to the noises the bed had made, but different. “What is that?”

“Shh,” he said, his eyes flicking rapidly around the room.

A loud CRACK a second later simultaneously drew their attention to the wooden floor under Carla's growing ass. “Oh, hell,” she said, just before the boards gave out and her giant derriere plunged down to the first floor, her limbs and torso following through and widening the hole. She landed heavily on the kitchen floor in a shower of debris, her tumbling legs knocking a hole in the exterior wall. She was so big that her eyes were still above the rim of the hole, staring at a coughing Will trying to wave a cloud of sawdust out of his face.

“Carla! Are you hurt?” he called loudly, still coughing and trying to clear his vision.

“I'm fine. My ass might be bruised, but otherwise I think I'm okay. The house, though...” she frowned.

“Well,” he said, finally getting clear from the dust and looking her in her eyes (which looked as big as coasters to him), “it's not like you'd fit in the house at this size anyway. We couldn't have gotten you out without knocking a hole in the wall,” he continued with a shrug and a half-smile.

“Heh. True,” she replied. “Well. That's one way to get out of post-coital snuggling.” Suddenly, she felt something cold and damp touch the leg that was extended through the wall. “Aaah! That's chilly!”

“What's chilly, babe?” he said, peering tentatively down into the hole. He saw her eyes shifting upward suddenly and heard her sharp intake of breath.

“Oh, shit! Oh, shit! It's the house's water main!” she shouted.

He staggered back from her, hands on his ears. Between her size and her panic, she'd been incredibly loud. “So?” he said after a moment. “You have a whole-house filter.”

“Yes, I do,” she replied, her nose rising through the hole. “But it's attached near the main water shutoff valve for the house. I think it broke when the wall did!”

It took a second for him to understand what she meant. “Oh. So then--”

“I think so, yes,” she said, fear and panic on her features as her whole head crept up through the hole.

“What do we do?” he exclaimed.

“I don't know!” Carla replied worriedly. “It's spraying and puddling everywhere! I can't get away from it!”

Her shoulders were pressing against the second floor from below. Will could hear the floor cracking again and see the boards starting to bulge up. “How big do you think you're going to get?”

“I have no fucking idea! I wasn't supposed to even get this big!” she wailed. The floor splintered upward with the loud crunches of several breaking boards as her shoulders pushed their way up and through. Her head was shoving into the room's ceiling, and the plaster was cracking rapidly. “Help me!”

“How?” he yelled up at her. Her head finally smashed through the plaster and the boards separating the room from the attic, a shower of dust and insulation raining down into the room. Still her expansion continued, the hole in the floor gradually widening as she expanded within it. The slopes of her humongous hooters were pushing up against it from below now, and distantly he could hear furniture banging around on the first floor as her growing body knocked it away.

“Dammit! This shit is so itchy!” she cried, her gigantic hands smashing up through the holes and brushing at her skin as the insulation irritated her. “Oh god! Will!” she shouted. “I can't see you anymore!” Her head had risen almost completely through the newest hole and into the attic. “I'm afraid the house can't take too much more of this! I have to get you out of there!”

“How are you planning to do that?” he called up to her. A moment later, his question was answered, as her hands (each one now almost the size of his body, and still getting bigger) came back down to the second floor and stopped near him. She cupped them together, leaving an opening near him.

“Get in my hands! I'll keep you safe!” she yelled. He hesitated briefly, but the sound of the roof straining as her head tried to occupy the same space motivated him. Tentatively, he stepped into her hands. He had to bend down to fit, but he was actually able to be enclosed completely by his girlfriend's hands—a surreal experience, to be sure.

Carla was equally weirded out by it, but she was satisfied Will was safe from falling debris in her hands. I can't believe this, she thought. I'm holding a full-sized person like an action figure. “Hold on, Will!” she called down to him. “This might get a bit rough!” If he responded, she didn't hear it. Being careful to keep her hands together and as much in the open as possible, she began kicking her legs and twisting her body, destroying her way out of the confining house, which to her felt like she was somehow stuck in a dollhouse. Her massive EE tits tore through the floors and walls like a pair of beautiful wrecking balls; her legs shattered the walls like battering rams. Finally, she was free, and she stood from the rubble of their house to her new height, swearing when she accidentally put her foot down in the puddle briefly before finding a dry spot.

Comparing herself to the houses and cars nearby, she knew she had to be over fifty feet tall. This is insane. I'm a fucking B-movie monster. Lifting her top hand, she was relieved to see Will was still safe. He looked up at her massive face, his eyes wide and his jaw lowered in shock.

“Wow. You're huge,” he said, unable to think of anything better. Glancing down at her body, with her incredible curves, he looked back up with a smile. “But still gorgeous.”

She smiled in spite of her situation. “You really do say the sweetest things sometimes.”

“Well,” he called up to her, “now what?” Looking far below at the ruins of the house, he let out a low whistle. “You think your insurance covers 'destruction by giant woman,' or would that be considered an act of god...dess?”

She cocked an eyebrow bigger than a street sign at him. “Still with the corny jokes?” Her expression turned to a frown as she saw that he appeared to be shrinking in her palm. “Oh, god, I'm still growing! When is this gonna stop?” she shouted. “Sorry,” she added more quietly when he clapped his hands over his ears and grimaced.

“I don't know,” he called up to her. “Maybe you should head to the hospital. Maybe the people there have figured something out about...” he gestured at the huge expanse of her body “...this, and can do something to help you.”

“Good idea,” she said. “Please fasten your seat belts and remain seated until the ride has come to a complete stop,” she added, winking at him. She started walking down the street in the direction of the center of town, a series of dull reverberating booms accompanying her footfalls.

When she stopped suddenly following a strange hollow clunking sound from below, Will turned away from looking where they were going to glance at her face. Her features were drawn in anxiety. “Oh, fuck me.”

“What? What happened?” he said. A second later, he felt her hand start to expand under him, more rapidly than before. “What happened?!” he repeated emphatically.

“I stepped on a fire hydrant and it sprayed me!” she cried. He could see her expansion continuing, her palm and fingers stretching longer around him. “Oh god, oh god, no!” She cupped her fingers around him and began running through the streets, blindly rushing forward, her only thought to reach the hospital before she got too big. She heard a few more of the bizarre sounds that indicated she was stepping on more hydrants, and cold jets of water splashed across her shins and ankles as she continued to grow. The houses around her got smaller and smaller, soon only reaching her knees, then starting to creep down her shins. The cars looked like toys; the few people out this late who stared up at the growing giantess in disbelief appeared as tiny as ants.

Carla continued her frantic rush through town, her footfalls starting to punch holes in the pavement and buildings beginning to crack and crumble if she stepped too close. How big am I now? God, I don't even want to know! Desperate now, she looked down at Will in her palm; he was so small to her now she could barely see him. “Will! Try to hang on! Oh, god, I'm sorry!”

So focused was she on her tiny passenger that she crashed into something without even realizing it, getting the wind knocked out of her as it struck her in the belly. Stunned, she backed up, and was shocked to see that she had taken a wrong turn somewhere. She had just run headlong into the wall of the hydroelectric plant and dam that kept the lake from flowing down into the town. To her horror, she saw multiple cracks in the stone of the dam from her collision...and as she stared, they started spreading.

“No, no, no...” she whispered, repeating it like a litany as the cracks grew. She knew she should turn to run, but she was frozen in fear. Her paralysis finally broke a bit too late, as streams of lake water began to pour through the cracks. They kept spreading as the rushing waters exerted pressure from within. Carla turned to run and heard the terrifyingly loud sound of chunks of the dam collapsing behind her. She didn't get far before she was inundated by a waist-high wall of water, which rapidly became groin-high, then thigh-high, and continued to drop.

Of course, it was an illusion brought on by her sudden increase in size. The tainted water was all around her legs, and she had no hope of getting out of it. She was growing out of control, her titanic naked body rising higher and higher into the night sky. The water was only up to her ankles when she finally looked around at the terrain. The mountainous area around the town looked more like a plain of jagged rocks; the tallest one she could see didn't even reach her crotch. The town was so far below her that she couldn't even tell how flooded it was now. She could see other towns and cities in the distance, their network of lights spread out below here like a glittering blanket. I must be thousands of feet tall now. Miles, maybe.

She was in awe of her own size. Her breasts, to her eyes merely huge, were quite literally mountains to everyone else. She was big enough to easily walk to the next state. I'm almost big enough to BE a state, she thought, having to stifle a laugh. Or at least have my own ZIP code. She hefted one huge breast in one hand and pinched a nipple as big as a house, incredulous at the thought that anyone could be so big. She cradled her monumental megaboob with one arm and slipped the other between her legs, marveling at the idea of her pussy being large enough to need a map to. Before she knew it, she was playing with herself, undisturbed by the fact that people for literally miles around could see her—in fact, turned on even more by that fact. She stroked her bus-sized clit with fingers as long as trains, squashing her gargantuan, pillowy breast against her body with her other arm--

--and awoke, one hand in her soaking wet pajama pants and the other clutching her pillow to her chest, Will snoring softly next to her. Startled and embarrassed, she pulled her hand out of her panties and shoved the pillow back behind her head, then laid back and took deep breaths, trying to force her pounding heart to slow. Lying there, in the dark, in her wet and sticky underwear, her mind swirling around the dream she'd had and constantly returning to the little sample bottle in the back of her fridge, it took her a very long time to get back to sleep. Just before she drifted off again, somewhere in the back of her mind, she could swear she heard faint mocking laughter in Big Carla's voice.