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And now, the moment you've all been waiting for!

...Well, some of you, at least, I guess? Ahem. Anyway. The remaining two women from the group in the park are ready to make their big debut! So here's the next part of my story: Giantess 911!

Other than jollyjack's classic "Call Centre," I don't believe I've seen or read anything else involving a woman growing while trying to carry on a phone conversation. I think it turned out pretty good; hopefully you guys enjoy it too.

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“Paramedics?” Cristi cried incredulously. “How, exactly, do you think they'll be able to help us? I can't imagine this is something they've trained for!”

“Well, no,” Linda admitted. “But obviously something is wrong with us, and I think getting medical attention is the smart thing in this situation. They might at least have a better idea of what to do about this than anything we can come up with.” She sighed. “Besides, I can't think of anything else to do. So unless you have a better idea...”

Cristi seemed about to speak, but stopped herself. “No...I guess not,” she said after a few moments. “But what are you going to tell them? I mean if you just say 'we're growing into giants' they're not going to believe you. I mean, I can barely believe it, and I'm standing right here. This is something right out of a science fiction movie.”

“I don't know,” Linda replied, exasperated. “I'll have to think of something.” She pressed three digits and SEND.

“911. What is the nature of your emergency?” a professional-sounding female voice answered.

At that precise moment, Linda got a strange tingling sensation throughout her body. She could feel her clothes shifting around her and saw her perspective beginning to climb. Trying to stay focused, she spoke to the operator. “We need medical help. We're in the parking lot by Willow Park and we're...um...” she paused for a second, trying to think of how to describe the bizarre situation. “Um. There are six of us, and we're all...sick. Really sick. And I think it might be contagious.”

“You're sick?” replied the operator. “What sort of symptoms are you experiencing? How severe is it?”

Linda felt a rasping sensation moving down her stomach; she looked down to see her breasts, already larger than normal, pushing out the front of her white tank top. The half-closed zipper of the light red windbreaker she'd worn over it was being forced open as her boobs swelled and shoved the sides of the jacket apart. “Symptoms? Ah...well...we're having weird swelling all over our bodies...”

“Oh, god, Linda, it's happening to me too!” Cristi shouted. There was something odd about her tone, though. She didn't sound scared or nervous. If Linda didn't know better she'd think the other woman seemed almost...eager.

Ignoring Cristi for now, Linda returned her attention to the phone call. “We're also—aaah!” she cried, startled, as the strap of her purse, slung diagonally over her torso, pulled taut around her growing form and constricted her chest. “Ow! We're having shooting pains in different places. Sometimes really bad. And, uh, trouble breathing...” she added, as the leather band drew tighter and tighter, squeezing her painfully. After several seconds, the strap could take no more and snapped violently off, dropping her purse to the ground and mercifully relieving the pressure. “Although that comes and goes...”

Linda stopped talking for a moment, her focus drawn to Cristi. Normally, she dressed and acted very much like a tomboy; little to no makeup, t-shirts and jeans or jean shorts, strawberry blonde hair cut short and usually pulled up in a ponytail and/or worn under a ballcap. Between that, her thin, angular facial features, and her somewhat flat figure, she'd even been mistaken for a man on occasion. The bizarre growth affecting them had changed all that.

Cristi's cap had fallen off during their run to the cars; now, she reached up and quickly removed the band keeping her hair up in a ponytail, letting the reddish-gold curls cascade down past her shoulders (which, Linda realized, meant her hair had already grown a few inches longer). Her hair also appeared thicker and more lustrous. She had her eyes closed and a smile on her face; her lips looked fuller and rounder, and her features had softened slightly, giving her face a more feminine appearance overall. Her breasts had grown earlier when all of them had; now, Linda could see them swelling further, stretching the message on her t-shirt to the point of the “Keep Calm” over her tits being unreadable even as the “Don't Blink” crept higher above her belly. Cristi's jean shorts were starting to bulge under the assault of the new curves her hips were developing. As Linda watched, she threw her head back and moaned, reaching up to cup her growing boobs through the shirt, as heedless of anyone staring at her as Joanna had been.

“Are you still there, ma'am?” said the operator, jolting Linda back to the task at hand.

“Sorry, I was distracted by my friend, she's...ah...getting worse,” said Linda, still facing Cristi's growing form. “She's having--” she hesitated, not sure how to phrase her friend's actions. “--Spasms, or something,” she finished lamely. Her attention was returned to her own predicament a second later when she felt a sharp pain in her hips. The light blue skirt she'd worn was rising up her thighs and drawing taut around her waist. She put her free hand down along the waistband, unthinkingly trying to relax its tightening grip on her, and gasped when she felt behind her. Her ass had grown bigger and rounder, lifting the skirt further up and straining her panties.

“Sorry, I'm just having more pain and swelling—oh!” she cried into the phone as the zipper of the windbreaker, stuck at the bottom, finally snapped from the increasing pressure of her growing chest. The jacket flew open, showing a tank top that had been relatively modest that morning but now only covered her breasts, stretched across the enlarging mammaries like a band. Its straps quickly snapped as her expansion continued, showing the tightly-drawn, pale yellow straps of her bra. Amazed at the size of her breasts—probably an E at least—she felt one as if she hardly believed it was hers. The pleasant tingle she felt when she squeezed it confirmed it was all her. “Uh...it seems we also are experiencing... increased sensitivity...mmm,” she bit down on a moan as she couldn't resist the urge to caress her growing tit one more time. No wonder Joanna and Cristi gave in, that feels good.

Cristi's moaning was considerably less stifled, and a very loud one drew Linda's attention back to her friend. “Oh, God!” she practically screamed, gripping her blossoming boobs under the incredibly tight shirt. Her nipples were plainly visible through the taut fabric as she pinched them between her fingers. “They're so big, and so sensitive...” The sleeves of her t-shirt were already barely past her shoulders; as Linda watched, her arm motions destroyed the seams and the sleeves fell apart.

She heard a loud ripping noise and lowered her gaze to see that Cristi's hips, growing out of proportion to the rest of her, were splitting the sides of her jean shorts. The legs of the garment were barely past her thighs, and bare skin was showing through the holes in the sides. Linda was a little surprised to see a dark spot of wetness in the center of the shorts; Cristi must really be enjoying her growth. “Bigger...bigger!” she shouted, sliding one hand down her belly to rub the front of her shorts.

Linda's jaw dropped at hearing that, but she was diverted from Cristi when she felt another distracting sensation from her own clothes. Her panties, pulled by her swelling hips, had slid up inside her pussy in front and were giving her a wedgie in back. The simultaneous discomfort and pleasure were impossible to ignore, but she did her best to speak into the shrinking phone in her hand. It was now far too small to line up properly with her head, so she put it in front of her mouth. “We're also feeling hot—um, I mean feverish,” she amended, absently stroking herself with her free hand before realizing what she was doing. She forced herself to stop that and tried to occupy her hand by feeling for her skirt; she found the formerly knee-length item now only covered about as much of her as the waistband of her shrinking underwear. She automatically tried to tug it back down and only succeeded in snapping the waist, causing the ruined skirt to fall off of her.

She tried to put the phone back to her ear to hear the operator's response and noticed how constricted her arms felt. The sleeves of the windbreaker had slid up past her elbows but could go no further; they encased her growing arms like a sausage skin. “I'm losing circulation in my limbs!” she said urgently into the phone. She suddenly felt a tickling in the middle of her back and was confused by it briefly, but the mystery was solved when her tank top flew off her growing breasts, trailing strings where it had torn in half behind her. Linda immediately felt better and realized the top had been holding back her breathing for the past few minutes.

Needing to feel more relief, she forced her free hand into the crushingly tight sleeve of her windbreaker as far as she could and flexed her fingers. The stitching couldn't take the additional pressure, and the sleeve ripped quickly, freeing her huge arm from its cloth prison. She switched the phone to her other hand and repeated the process with the opposite sleeve, ridding herself of the shrinking jacket. She felt something brush against her back and found that her wavy black hair had grown until it was most of the way down her back. The failure of her windbreaker left her standing in only a matching set of too-small pale yellow lingerie. It seemed to be trying to keep pace with her, as Hannah's had, but since her ass and her tits were growing bigger than the rest of her she was still overwhelming the underwear. It would only be a matter of time before she was nude like most of the rest of them...

Not that that idea even remotely bothers her, she thought, looking over at Cristi again. The blond was still blatantly groping herself, one hand rolling an ever-larger nipple while the other rubbed firmly against the wet front of her tightening jean shorts. Linda noticed that she could see a black thong through the open front of the shorts and briefly wondered if they had torn on their own or if she had done it herself. Either way, she seemed to be getting more excited the bigger she got. Linda realized after a moment that her friend was repeating “bigger” over and over, like a chant. As she watched, Cristi continued to get what she was asking for in spades.

Her growing curves shredded the sides of the shorts and they dropped away, facilitating her activities, and she wasted no time taking advantage of it, slipping one finger into her lower lips and stroking her clit through the thin material of her stretched underwear. After a few seconds, the waistband popped and the broken thong was pushed away by her questing fingers. The rips in her t-shirt had spread outward from the sleeves, creeping steadily along the seams as her body became too big for it to contain. The shoulders went first, dropping the top half of the shirt down past her breasts. Linda noticed that Crist's black bra sat lightly atop her breasts, not covering them at all as her growth had long since destroyed it. The blond took a moment to brush away the ruined bra before getting back to work on her breast. After a few moments, her continued ascension pulled the rest of the shirt apart and it fell from her, leaving her nude. Not that she even noticed or cared, preoccupied as she was.

Linda looked quickly between Cristi and Joanna, still somewhat in shock about their open public masturbation, and realized she should mention that to the 911 operator as well. “Look, my friends are...acting strange. They're not all here,” Linda said into the now-tiny phone. She was having to gently hold it pinched between her fingers, fearful of putting too much pressure on it and crushing the device, which looked smaller than an aspirin to her. “Please! Just send some ambulances or something!” She held the miniature phone up to her ear, waiting for the operator's response.

“I have ambulances en route to you,” replied the woman on the other end. “Please try to remain calm, ma'am. And you don't need to shout, I can hear you at normal speaking volume,” she added.

“What do you mean?” Linda asked, before realization struck. “Oh, right, sorry! I didn't realize how loud I would be at this size.”

“What was that, ma'am?” came the confused reply.

“Oh. Um, nothing, nothing,” she answered, not wanting to even attempt to explain any of the insanity that was happening to her and her friends. She realized she and Cristi were roughly eye-level with the rest of the group, so she assumed her growth had stopped. She was surprised to see her panties and bra were still on, though her tits had grown so large that mounds of flesh were overflowing the cups all around and it wasn't covering much more than her nipples. The discomfort was much worse than being a little more exposed, she reasoned, so she gripped the bra in her huge fingers and tore it off. The panties were barely covering anything, either, but she left them on, making her and Hannah the only ones wearing anything at all.

“Ma'am, the EMTs will be there in about five minutes. Do you need me to stay on the line?”

“No, thank you. We'll keep an eye out for them,” Linda replied. She tried to hang up the phone, but only managed to drop the itty-bitty object from her hand, two stories in the air. “Great,” she mumbled.