Did somebody say "growing mini-GTS cat fight?"
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“You're not going to be the biggest bitch around here for long!” Dana said gleefully, glad to see that her hated coworker now didn't seem quite as big as she had a short time ago. Her skirt, which had already hugged her hips, was drawn drum-tight around her thighs and butt; a few stitches burst along the sides, and her continuing growth widened the gaps rapidly until the garment tore off of her, revealing skimpy black lace panties. Her suit jacket was squeezing tightly against her arms, but as she added inches to her size, it too began to split open. The brazenly low-cut shirt beneath it was inadequate to cover her growing bust, and the orbs were starting to spill out of the top and sides of the garment.
Feeling pleasurable tingles, Dana ran her hands over her swelling boobs, pressing them together alluringly. “And, my god, look at my tits! You may have sprouted a big set, but I had a head start on you!” she said, smirking at an annoyed-looking Ellen. The brunette was still taller than her and still growing, although the gap seemed to be slowly closing. “How much you want to bet that whenever this stops, you're still going to look flat next to me!”
“That's it!” roared Ellen. “I've had enough of your fucking attitude!” Red-faced and glowering, she stomped rapidly across the shrinking break room towards her still-smaller tormentor. Pieces of her pant legs ripped off of her with each stride, gradually stripping her down to the striped panties that were now stretched extremely tight around her waist. The sight of an enraged woman larger than an Amazon warrior terrified most of the remaining employees into fleeing the break room, save for one guy who was still recording a video on his phone.
The intimidating sight of a furious, giant Ellen wasn't lost on Dana, who seemed to realize belatedly that the height difference, while not as drastic as it had been, was still enough to be significant. She started to step back quickly. She put her hands up defensively. “Hey, wait a second, now, let's not--” Before she could finish her sentence, her heels, unable to take the pressure from her increased weight and growing feet, snapped beneath her, sending her sprawling on her ass. “Oof!” she cried as her butt hit the tile flooring.
Ellen halted in mid-charge and burst out laughing. “Ha! What's the matter, blondie? Can't walk in those fuck-me heels you love so much?” Dana scowled up at her. “Good thing you had that fat ass to cushion you!” she added as the blonde pushed herself to her feet. Her straining arms finally shredded the last of her suit jacket as she did so, scraps of it fluttering down around her and leaving her clothed in only her lack black underwear (which looked like a tiny thong) and something that had once been a shirt but now covered less area than a tube top, with her enormous breasts bulging out of the top and sides and stretching the garment to its limits, bits of black lace from her equally overtaxed bra sticking out in a few places.
“You call it fat all you want. But the guys call it fantastic,” Dana retorted. “Not that you'd know what that's like, though, right? I bet the only guy who was ever glad to see you naked was your gynecologist,” she continued, a wicked smirk on her face.
Ellen's laughter stopped and anger flooded back into her features. “If you're not going to shut your fucking mouth, I guess I'll have to do it for you,” she snarled. “Now that I think of it, I'm pretty sure I've wanted to do this for a while!” So saying, she resumed her rapid march toward the blonde, crossing the remaining distance in seconds and delivering a ringing slap to the side of her face. The women were so large by now that the crack of her palm meeting Dana's face was louder than a cabinet door slamming.
The blonde put a hand up to her stinging cheek and stared at Ellen with eyes full of pain and fury. “You bitch!” She drew her other hand back and swung her arm upward to give the taller brunette a reciprocal slap. While it likely didn't hurt as much due to the size difference, it was apparently enough to escalate things.
“That was the last straw! I'm gonna give you the ass-beating you've been practically begging for since you started working here!” Ellen bellowed. Curling one huge hand into a fist, she slugged her foe in the stomach, causing Dana to double over in pain. The blonde recovered quickly, though, and dodged the next blow, lashing out with a vicious kick to Ellen's shin.
Realizing that things were officially out of hand, the man who had stayed behind and filmed the encounter finally stopped recording, bringing up his dialer and pressing a few keys. After a few seconds, it rang once, followed by a female operator answering.
“911, what is the nature of your emergency?”
“Well, it's a little hard to explain,” he said, trying to figure out how to convey the seriousness of the problem without sounding like a lunatic. He watched the two growing women exchanging blows, a cold dread building in his stomach as he wondered how big they might get. “There are a couple of people in a, uh, really big fight here, and I think you need to send some officers to break it up.”
“How big is the altercation?” the operator responded.
The blonde one picked up a chair with one hand as if it weighed nothing and threw it violently at the brunette. He gulped nervously. “Um...pretty big. Like, really big. You might need to send a SWAT team or something.”
“How many people are involved, sir?” she prompted.
“Uhh...At least ten,” he replied, thinking quickly. “And there are a couple of, um, really strong people. You really need to send as many guys as you can,” he added, hearing the loud cracking of splintering wood as one of the women was slammed into the cabinets. The operator said something else, but he couldn't hear it over the noise, so he turned away and stepped closer to the doorway. “I'm sorry, what?”
“I said, can you give me the address, sir?”
He started to reply, but he had gotten no further than the building number when something big and heavy hit him hard in the back, driving him to the floor and knocking the wind out of him. The phone flew into the hallway as he fell, and pain flooded his nerves as the heavy object pressed him hard against the ground. As he started to lose consciousness, he heard something right behind him that sounded like a human scream, only incredibly loud, and whatever had pinned him to the ground (it felt warm and pliable) rolled off of him, its weight shifting and finally leaving him entirely just before blackness swallowed him.