[qzar9999]

Yeah, Friday is gonna be...well I don't know if the word "mayhem" quite covers it actually. XD

Here's the next part of the story. (yes I'm actually giving a) WARNING: (about) SEXUAL CONTENT! (on a fetish website)

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The front door of the house was thrown angrily open, then, moments later, violently slammed shut. A pair of heels was kicked off and tossed haphazardly into a corner, then a bulky purse and a set of keys dropped heavily onto a coffee table. Finally, a short redhead slumped exhaustedly into the big, comfy chair in the corner of the room, breathing a deep sigh of long-awaited relaxation. It had been a bad day for Ruby Miller. She woke up this morning with a headache, realized she'd overslept, broke a nail and lost a contact in her rush to get ready for work, spilled coffee on her pants, got chewed out by her boss for a mistake in yesterday's paperwork, burned her lunch in the microwave, had to stay late, and ran out of gas halfway home and had to walk to the nearest station and back.

“Fuck everything,” she said aloud to the empty room. “I could NOT be happier that today is over. I need a fucking drink.”

Three Smirnoffs later, she was feeling pleasantly buzzed, but still felt like more relaxation was in order. Deciding that a soak in her jacuzzi tub would be very helpful, she rose to go fill the tub. Maybe one more drink first, she thought, and turned to the fridge. The quick turn made her feel slightly dizzy. Whoa... maybe you've had enough, Ruby. A glass of water instead. Yes. Good idea. She was swaying a little, but managed to get herself a glass of ice water and carry it toward the bathroom. She ran the taps to get the temperature perfect (warm enough to soothe without being too hot), began filling the tub with water, stripped off her work clothes, and searched the cabinets until she ran across some sweet-smelling bubble soap. She added some to the tub as she drained her ice water. It spread a minor chill through her, raising goosebumps on her exposed skin and stiffening her nipples. The cool sensation made her glad for the warm water as she shut off the taps and slipped into the tub.

“Mmm...” she moaned as the water rose up to her chin and the heat seeped into her body. “God, I needed this. Now for the finishing touch.” So saying, she turned on the jets and laid back to enjoy the tingly, massage-like feeling. It was a large garden tub, and she was only 5'3”, so she was able to stretch all the way out in the tub and get really comfortable. She closed her eyes and tried to zone out. However, soon she caught herself mentally reviewing her bad day. Annoyed, she tried to think of something else to occupy her attention. Come on, Ruby. Think of something happy... One of the only bright spots in her day had been her coworker Derek. He had been in the break room when she burned her lunch. Sensing she was having a bad day, he'd made pleasant conversation and tried to cheer her up, even buying her a sandwich from the vending machine to replace her ruined meal. She had kind of a crush on him anyway, so getting some social time with him today had been nice. If only I could bring myself to ask him out... Still, a girl could dream.

Between the massaging jets, the pleasant heat, and the minor buzz she had, it wasn't long before Ruby's daydreaming turned explicit. Under the water and the bubbles, she cupped her breasts, rubbing them and tweaking her nipples. Oh! The girls are pretty sensitive today. Well, I guess they haven't gotten enough attention lately... As she continued to fondle them, imagining her handsome coworker's hands in place of her own, she felt an internal heat building that had nothing to do with the water. Her right hand left her chest and slid slowly down her belly until it settled between her thighs. “Ohh, Derek...” she breathed as she slid two fingers into her pussy. She began to rub her clit, but as she tried to build up a rhythm, she felt like her position in the tub was increasingly uncomfortable. It was as if her legs were pressing hard against the sides. She tried to ignore it, but the pressure kept increasing and it was detracting from her pleasure.

With a frustrated grunt, she stopped her activities and shifted her legs around, trying to get into a better position, but nothing seemed to work. Eventually she spread her legs and put her feet up on the sides of the tub. Something didn't seem right about that, but she was too busy thinking about other things to pay much attention. Resuming her fun, she put her hand between her legs again and grasped her breast with the other one. That, too, felt a bit odd. It almost feels like my breast is bigger...Eh. Just my imagination. She pinched and rolled her nipple and immediately stopped thinking about it feeling strange. She closed her eyes again and put her questing fingers back to work, stroking herself slowly at first, but soon increasing in speed and intensity. She was so absorbed in her activities that she didn't detect the changes taking place.

Her feet, propped up on the sides of the tub, were slowly sliding toward the end. At the same time, her knees were rising against the sides, making her unconsciously bend her legs more and more to keep her feet in place. Her red hair, hanging down over the side of the tub, was inching its way down toward the floor, despite the fact that her head was rising gradually higher out of the water. As she felt herself building to a crescendo, she was breathing deeper and faster. Her breasts lifted a little out of the water with every inhalation, but they didn't sink back down as she exhaled. Instead, they slowly crested the surface, much bigger than when she'd settled into the bath. She was still playing with her nipples with her other hand and didn't notice the change, even when the two massive globes were hanging completely above the water.

“Oh, God! Derek! Yeeeesssss, right there!” she moaned, feeling her orgasm approaching. She rubbed her clit even faster, ready for release. If she had been watching, it would have seemed to her as if her knees, already above the top of the tub, rose a little higher with every stroke of her fingers. Her feet were past the end and hanging down, rapidly approaching the floor as she got bigger. Her moans were getting louder and louder and her heart was pounding. Finally, when she knew she was right on the edge, she simultaneously thrust her fingers into her pussy, stroked her clit with her thumb, and pinched her stiff nipple extra-hard. She cried out in ecstasy as she climaxed; at the same time, her growth seemed to speed up as her feet hit the tile floor and slid toward the wall and her huge tits rose ever higher above the water. She continued the motions of her wicked fingers, prolonging her orgasm (and her expansion). As the pleasurable feelings slowly faded, they were replaced by unexpected sensations. She felt chilly over most of her body, which was odd because she could tell the water was still warm. Also, she felt strangely constricted in the tub, as if she was pressed up against the sides. Puzzled, she opened her eyes and straightened up.

Ruby was shocked to discover that the formerly spacious bathroom seemed to have shrunk to less than half its size. She was still sitting on the bottom of the tub, yet her knees were well past the top, and they reached the rim even though her torso was situated on the far side of the middle. Her feet were touching the floor well clear of the end of the tub. “What the fuck is going on here?” she said aloud to the miniaturized bathroom. Then she looked down at herself and got another surprise. “Oh my God! My tits!” She normally sported a set of D's, but now...she wasn't even sure what letter she would need. Double G? They seemed to have doubled in size, but they stood out proud and firm from her chest, capped with nipples as big as the tip of her thumb. Still in shock at the changes that had transpired, she shivered and remembered most of her wet skin was exposed to the air. She turned off the jets (having some trouble with the comparatively tiny controls) and tried to rise from the bathtub—and found that her hips and ass were wedged up so tightly against both sides that she couldn't get out!

Well. This won't do. She braced her feet as best she could on the floor, hoping they didn't slip on the tile, gripped the sides of the tub tightly, and pushed. Almost...got it... With a grunt of exertion she pushed even harder and finally she pulled her rear free from the tub like a cork popping out of a bottle. She was accompanied by a large splash of water, some of which spread around her feet and caused her to slip. She almost lost her balance and caught herself on a towel rack. She couldn't believe how small the rack looked next to her hand. Or rather, how huge my hand is. At that moment it truly sunk in. The room didn't get smaller. I grew. She also noticed that she'd partially pulled the towel rack out of the wall. She tried to stand and thumped her head on the ceiling. Damn. That's ten feet...how big am I? Muttering an annoyed curse, she bent down to fit under the ceiling and plucked the tiny stopper (relatively the size of a thumbtack) from the tub drain. As the water gurgled out, she pulled open the linen closet and dug out several white towels, knotting them together over her waist and her enormous breasts. She turned toward the mirror to check the extent of the changes and realized she was so tall that the top edge only came up to her shoulders!

Kneeling in front of the mirror, she was stunned by the Amazonian goddess who gazed back. The fact that she was seeing clearly without glasses or contacts barely registered through her amazement at her appearance. She was almost unrecognizable as the same Ruby. The 5'3”, slightly chubby redhead with the decent boobs and flat ass was gone, replaced by a gigantic bombshell. Even on her knees her head was almost to the top of the mirror. Her lips, which she'd always felt were too thin, had plumped up a bit. Her complexion had cleared, leaving her skin smooth and unblemished. Her face looked a little thinner, which suited her features better. Her hair had thickened and lengthened, giving her long red waves almost down to her waist. Her hips and ass had filled out and rounded considerably, which gave her some much-needed balance for the titanic tits she was sporting. And what tits they are! She'd had to tie three towels together at their ends to manage a half-decent covering for her boobs, and even then she had a significant amount of breast flesh exposed from the top and bottom of the makeshift bikini.

Rising to her feet, she knocked her hair dryer off the counter. Bending down to pick it up, she glanced into the mirror again and was struck with an odd sense of deja vu. After a moment, it clicked in her head that her stance, her size, and the makeshift white outfit tied around her looked like something she'd seen on an old movie poster. “Ha. The fifty-foot woman wishes she looked this good,” she said aloud. “Then again, I guess 'Attack of the Thirteen-foot Woman' doesn't sound nearly as intimidating.” Grinning at her reflection, she hefted her massive mammaries before blowing a kiss at the mirror.