As penance for my lack of updates, I promised the fine folks at Giantess City I'd finish this scene by the end of the month. So enjoy today's update, and look for one tomorrow that'll really bring down the house.
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A sudden series of rapid knocks on the bathroom door startled her. “Hello? Is someone in there?” The voice sounded like Caroline's. The doorknob rattled. “Please! I really need to use the restroom!”
“Uhh...I'm having an emergency in here!” Max replied, still staring in shock at her ripped panties hanging out of the bottom of her uniform.
“Well I'm having an emergency out here!” Caroline retorted through the door. “Can you please at least hurry up?”
“No promises,” Max muttered skeptically, taking in her appearance again. There was no doubt in her mind—she was, somehow, taller.
Not just taller...bigger. Now that she had thought it, the signs were obvious. Her uniform looked almost comically undersized on her, several seams showing strain and small rips. Her sneakers were pinching her feet. Her bra, plainly visible through the widening gap in her shirt, looked inadequate to contain her huge set of boobs, their flesh spilling over the top and sides of the cups. The sink in front of her looked so low she'd have to lean over even to turn on the taps, and the top of her head was beyond the upper edge of the mirror. Even as she stared, she could see her reflection creeping slowly upward, her disbelieving gaze rising slowly to the top edge of the glass.
“How in the hell is this possible? Did Oleg slip some Miracle-Gro into my lunch or something?” she said aloud. The shoulder seam of her uniform completed its separation, the sleeve pulling away from the rest of the shirt even as it tightened around her arm like a blood pressure cuff. A ripping sound came from the opposite side as she felt the seam down the side of the shirt give out. The skirt was beginning to rip in several places as well, even as it slowly crawled up her thighs, showing more and more of her shredded panties and hinting at her mostly-exposed womanhood. The laces on her sneakers burst with a series of staccato popping sounds; it relieved some of the pressure on her feet, though they still felt compressed by the rest of the shoes.
This is crazy! I need to call an ambulance or something! Max thought. It was immediately followed by another thought:
...Like they'd believe me. Anyway, what could they possibly do? I've never heard of anything like this. Her eyes were now above the top of the mirror and her ascent was continuing; the ceiling appeared to be drawing uncomfortably close.
But what am I going to do?
Caroline knocked on the bathroom door again, louder. “Come on! I really, really need to get in there!” she cried desperately.
“People in hell need ice water!” Max snapped. Her shirt was rapidly deteriorating now, several holes and tears visible as the fabric failed. Its front was wide open, showing breasts that were obviously far too big for the overstressed bra trying to hold them in. Even though the twins had been big to start with, Max was pretty sure they were growing out of proportion to the rest of her.
Geez. Whatever is causing this, it could put plastic surgeons out of business... With an extremely loud rip, the shirt and skirt tore completely apart at the waist, turning her one-piece uniform into two. This also had the effect of allowing the shirt to split at the end of the zipper, pulling to either side of her torso. Entirely freed from their prison, her breasts seemed to surge forward, her relatively tiny bra snapping in half in the middle and letting her giant knockers swing freely before her.
'Knockers' is really the right word—I could put somebody's lights out with those! she thought, watching her oversized tits swaying pendulously.
Her ascent continued as her clothes covered less and less of her growing body. Her neck was already past the upper edge of the mirror, her enlarging mammaries rising to the top of the frame. Her shoes suddenly exploded, her expanding feet shredding them as they became too large to contain. She felt as much as heard her uniform skirt split, the yellow scraps of cloth falling to the floor around her now-bare feet. Glancing up at the ceiling (which was barely above her head), she estimated she was at least nine feet tall, sporting the biggest breasts she'd ever seen, and clad only in a damaged pair of panties and the tattered remnants of most of her shirt.
Fuck. How can I possibly cover up now? Everyone's gonna see me naked. Even Oleg. Especially Oleg. She scowled at the thought, unconsciously trying to cover her astounding chest with her arms, and desperately racked her brain for a way to get home without having to streak.
Not like I've never streaked, but...
A shockingly loud pounding on the bathroom door interrupted her thoughts. It almost sounded like the wood was splintering. This was followed by Caroline's voice—also surprisingly loud—calling out again. “What the hell is taking you so long? I really need to get in there!”
Fuck it. Half the guys in this town have seen me naked anyway. And if Oleg makes some smartass comment I'll just throw him through a window. Max wheeled around and yanked the bathroom door open, accidentally pulling it so hard and fast that she broke the doorknob. “Fine! I don't know why you're so desperate to use the bathroom when you haven't even eaten your--”
Her sarcastic remark froze in her throat when she registered the sight of Caroline. The blonde was nearly as tall as she was, and her designer outfit had been reduced to white strands of fabric twisted around her huge frame. Her hair was disheveled, having grown longer and more voluminous in the few minutes since Max had seen her. Caroline's expensive-looking shoes were flattened under her feet, scraps of leather sticking out from beneath the edges of her soles. And while the blonde had been only modestly endowed earlier, her chest had ballooned several cup sizes and would've easily eclipsed Max's previous generous jugs...though she couldn't match Max's new measurements.
The two women stared at each other in shock for several seconds before Caroline finally broke the silence. “Oh my God! It's happening to you, too!”