Obsessive Growth a new Magnus story

[Mr Wayne]

*Cradles a ruby red, white speckled pair of dice in my hands as if cajoling them for the right luck...*

Someone's on a roll. ^_^

[magnus knight]

Next part is here...yay?
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The truth is it happened not too long ago. The government was reviewing the possibility of letting women serve a role in active combat in the military, and a few top brasses from the Pentagon were very uncomfortable with that idea. Not that they’d admit it on the open record, but they were frankly downright opposed to the idea. You see, our military had been run by men, for men, basically a boys club since its inception, and for those in charge, after serving for years, well, that’s the way they liked it, and that’s the way they wanted to keep things, but the times, they were changing.

The first thing to change was allowing women into military service to begin with, and in a more expanded role then just nurses and messengers and General’s secretaries. Then came don’t ask don’t tell, which the military wasn’t happy with, and after years of that, it became it doesn’t matter. The times were catching up with the armed forces, and forcing them to change, and those in charge were not happy with it, and then came news that women were to be considered for active combat, fighting alongside the men, in America’s next conflict, and the way the world was going, that could be sooner rather than later.

A group of top Generals met in private to discuss this latest change to policy, and they were not too happy with it at all. The way they saw things was that it was bad enough to let women in in general, and they all but had it with the complaints of mistreatment, sexual misconduct, and having to change the way their obstacle courses and tests were run. They felt that frankly women were not up for that job of combat duty, and with all the misconduct issues, were unable to handle themselves in the military at any capacity.

Now they couldn’t disobey their commander and chief either, so they decided they would try something different, something they could spend ridiculous amounts of money on, since when it came to military budgets, well, money was no object, and no questions would be asked. They decided to find a way to make a better soldier, at least a female one. This group colluded to bring together a group of scientists, biologists, and whoever else was needed and they would find a way to create a superior female soldier, one who couldn’t be harassed, taken advantage of, and could hold her own on the battle front.
Plans were put into motion, people hired, and research began. Dr. Williams was one of the men hired, and he came up with the solution, turning a theoretical idea into reality.

Nanotechnology was what he was able to create, a series of tiny robots, as in microscopic, that could self-repair, self-replicate, and all programmed to carry out one task, something of a simple command, but one that would have huge repercussions, grow. He figured the bottom line to create a stronger soldier, one able to hold their own, even take the place of platoons with a few was bigger, stronger, quickly healing soldiers.
Dr. Williams saw the military as just the beginning for his creations. Overtime he thought they could do so much more, healing the sick, cleaning up toxic spills, replacing lost limbs. All of this could be possible, maybe even more, but he needed huge amounts of funding to get things off the ground, and when you need funding, nothing beats the military industrial complex, and so he signed onto their female super soldier project. Dr. Williams did not really agree with what the military wanted him to do, but if it could get him closer to his goal and in the long run help humanity he figured it would be worth it in the long run.

First test was successful, a little too successful. The goal was to create a stronger female soldier, not create the fifty foot woman, or about eighteen feet as the case may have been. He thought he had everything under control, but something went wrong. The nanobots, it seemed he designed them too perfectly, and they took their programming to heart. Infect, replicate, expansion, only the replication seemed to be out of control. Once in the body, they kept replicating, and carrying out their command protocol of re-engineering the body, causing cells to replicate bigger and bigger with each generation, only they didn’t stop, somehow the stop order programmed in failed. Just one line in the organic code was off, and that was all it took.

The way the nanobots were supposed to work was first be delivered by air, taken into the lungs, then absorbed into the bloodstream. From there they were to enter the body’s cells, and as the Generals wanted, programed to only affect female DNA, so they could be absorbed by both sexes, but would only react with female cells, and in a male, self-terminate. Inside a women, they would replicate, but only up to a point to trigger initial growth, as in maybe six to sixteen inches of added growth, and add enough muscle mass to double strength, what they were doing though was just focusing on the growth, not the muscle, so the subject grew taller, and toned, but not the muscle mass hey were supposed to add. They also did not seem to self-terminate in women, but kept multiplying, faster than the body could handle until they seemed to reach this, tipping point, of sorts inside, when the growth would begin. Now the good doctor was running tests, but it seemed this tipping point had no set point, which meant whenever it happened, the woman would grow, and depending on how many were inside her working when that point was reached, there was no way to know how big the subject would get.
The only good news was that after the subject grew, the nanobots would expend their fuel, and die off soon after, and after enough failed in this manner, the body would begin to return to its normal size. Dr. Williams was just glad the nanites were contained to his research lab, and not out in the public, and that’s the way things would have stayed if not for Private Gomer.

The thing you have to understand about private Gomer is, well, first is he is not too bright, the second is that he has a giantess fetish, and being one of the privates at the test was just a dream come true for him. The man loved every second of watching that sweet goddess grow, and he wanted more. Gomer had a girlfriend, who lived in the nearby town, a flight attendant by trade, and he wanted to share what he had witnessed with her. She knew about his little fetish, and it didn’t bother her in the least, which actually when you think about it make Gomer one of the luckiest men in the world. After all this isn’t the easiest fetish out there to get somebody to understand with you and stay by your side and not get freaked out and leave. So she was kind of into it as well or at least tolerated it for his sake.

Well, private Gomer was a janitor on the base, and one night he was cleaning the lab when it was late one night, and Dr. Williams as working late while Gomer mopped. He watched between twirls on the floor of his trusty mop how Dr. Williams took samples of the nanites out from the containment unit, and placed them into specially designed petri dishes that could contain them for observation without losing any in the environment.
“Well, that’s a night.” Dr. Williams said as he took off his glasses and wiped his tired eyes with his fingers. “Yep, guess so sir.” Gomer replied as he kept mopping. Dr. Williams placed the nanites back into the containment unit, and left the lab after saying bye to Gomer.

Once he was gone, Gomer went to the containment unit and extracted a small amount of nanites. Placing them into the specially designed dish, he then went to hide the dish in his dirty mop pail and just rolled out of the lab with them. What he didn’t know was that these special petri dishes reacted with the solvents inside the cleaning solutions, and the reaction was soon eating away at the unit, and as if this wasn’t enough, he picked a used dish, that had some skin cells in it from a female volunteer, which meant that once the nanites were in contact with that skin sample, they began to multiply, so the dish was filling up with the microbots as he walked the stolen sample out of the lab, passing the inspection the guards at the exit gave him, knowing they had no desire to dig through a dirty bucket of mop water.

The young misguided private upon returning to the janitor’s closet pulled on a latex glove and retrieved the small petri dish from his dirty mop bucket. He then wiped it off and placed it into his pocket and made his way home from the base thus beginning his week on leave from the base, one he requested as his girlfriend was coming in after flying about the country for two weeks straight on her job.

The next day he awoke and knew he needed to make tonight as special as possible, so in order to do that he needed some cash, as for the special evening he had in mind he really wanted to wine and dine his girlfriend the stewardess as she was arriving late afternoon on a flight from the East Coast, her usual travel route. Gomer didn’t want to leave the petri dish unguarded though, so he thought it best to keep it in his pocket and just carry the thing with him, not realizing a very tiny hole was beginning to form in the material.

The bank wasn’t too crowded when he showed up, just a few customers and tellers working, the manager in the office in the bank’s corner. Gomer waited in line until it was his turn, and then when the female teller called him he made his approach towards her window. The young blond teller smiled as she flicked back her golden blonde hair to get a better look at the man on the other side of the glass with her brown eyes.

Gomer smiled back at her as he placed his deposit slip under the glass and slid it with his hand towards her. “ATM’s out of order Chloe.” He politely told her as she took the slip of paper with her hand. She wondered why he called her by her name until she looked down and saw the name tag on front of her black dress. Chloe never liked wearing name tags, they just made her feel like she was still a kid flipping burgers back in her teenage days, and not the thirty seven year old woman she now was.

Chloe took a moment after taking his withdrawal form to glance down at her silver banded wristwatch to check the time and shrugged after seeing how much time was left in her shift. Her feet were already a little sore from sitting encased in her shiny black leather heels, and the dark hosiery she wore encasing her legs was starting to itch.

As she counted the money out the gold bracelet she wore over the long sleeves of her black just above the knee dress glinted in the office lighting the bank had as she finally finished her counting and turned slipping the man his two hundred dollars under the glass along with his receipt.

Gomer took his money and turned to leave, not realizing that the petri dish of nanites in his pocket had been leaking the whole time, encircling himself, and moving towards what their programming told them was their target, the middle aged Chloe. Gomer just waked away placing the cash into his pocket to prepare for his girlfriend’s flight that she was working which would be arriving later that afternoon.

Upon getting home, Gomer set the table all fancy, the way she liked it, and went to order take out from the best place in town. Checking the airlines web site he found out at what time she would be arriving, and after making sure everything was ready he got into his car and headed to the airport to meet her at the gate, still with that now leaking petri dish in his pocket.

[Mr GorpThorp]

I love everything you write

[magnus knight]

Well, here is more, with more to come, so let the growing continue I guess. Comments welcome, and ladies night is Wednesday, with 2 for one growth all night long. hehe

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Private Gomer pulled into the airport lot and got out of his car making his way towards the terminal his girlfriend would be arriving in for the airline she worked at. Walking through the doors of said terminal he made his way passed a family, and other travelers, heading towards the security check point station. He knew the security there knew him and would let him through with no questions, seeing as how he was in the military, and dating one of the airline’s employees.

The thing that Gomer didn’t know was every time he took a step some of the nanites would leak out of the corroded petri dish, and they would swirl about the air, most would experience failure before finding a woman to take hold in, reproduce and begin the process of eliciting a change in, but a few were taking up residence in unlucky, or lucky if you were a macrophile like Gomer was, and would begin to execute their primary programming of cellular growth and reproduction, though with only so few being exposed to these random women, time would only tell when or if they would take hold enough to cause those fascinating changes.

Meanwhile at the particular bank branch Gomer visited earlier the teller he worked with, Chloe, was nearing the end of her shift when she began to feel sort of fidgety. While she was counting out money for a gentleman she picked up her heels, sort of slowly tilting her right back on the heel of her shoe, then the left, and while each foot was tilted back she would move it side to side, wiggling her toes inside their leather and hosiery clad confines, trying to get that odd feeling out from those appendages. She also tried to shrug and rotate her shoulders, to get her bra straps to loosen up a bit, as they began to pinch her skin.

Fawn made her way off the boarding dock as her low heeled shoes began to clack faster as her pace hastened as she saw Gomer waiting for her at the end of the dock. The light blue flowing flight uniform with its black striped accents moved with her slender dirty blond topped head as upon making her way to the end of her path she held out her arms and wrapped them around her boyfriend as their embrace ended with a deep passionate kiss.

Back at the bank, Chloe began to feel warm, and bringing up her right hand gave a tug to the thin collar around her neck. Bringing the hand up further she could feel a tiny amount of perspiration from some forming beads of sweat. Reaching back down she slid the glass closed and put up the please see the next teller sign and made her way towards the break room to get a glass of water from the cooler. As she walked by the manager’s office the branch manager looked up to see her with her hands at her temple, groaning to herself as she moved passed. The manger reached into his desk and pulled out a bottle of Tylenol and shook it wondering if she should offer her any.

Getting past the door Chloe leaned against it and tilted her head back letting out a brief sigh. “Mhhm.” She then walked over to the cooler and pressed the button for the cold water release. As the water filled the disposable glass she still kept shifting her feet about as her heels were still bothering her. After filling the glass she paused for a moment looking down and seeing a small run had formed I n her black hosiery. “Damn.” She said as she went to drink the water. That moment she took her eyes off of her leg the run seemed to silently zip a little wider, and a little longer making like a ladder. Looking down as she felt this happen she seemed puzzled as to what had just happened. She started to step back when she suddenly felt light headed and had to place her hands on the cooler to support her. As he did she felt a pinch in her ears, and then saw two tiny gold loops on the floor. Crouching down to pick the hoops up with her right hand, she felt with her left to find her piercing holes seemed to have closed, snapping the delicate clasps on the erring’s. Also while crouching she felt her black panties give her a wedgie, and blushing she stood up quickly and reached back to try and loosen them from her crack. As she did this breasts began to feel compressed inside her B cup sized bra, and the straps felt unusually tight. Trying to loosen them with her right hand, she placed her left against the cooler and as she turned saw the oddest sight, her silver watch, its band, looked like it was stretching out, the links being strained. Going to reach for it she saw her right wrist, the gold bracelet on it over her long black dress sleeve, seemed to be distended as well, stretching out over the soft material of her dress.

Gomer and his girlfriend broke from their kiss and just looked at each other for a moment before joining hands and making their way passed the other members of the flight crew, saying bye to them as she gave a few of the other women in her flight party hugs and fake little kisses to say goodbye. Once all that was out of the way, the young couple once again took each other’s hands, and made their way towards the terminal exit, to head home for what the private hoped would be a night to remember.

The banks break room was empty, except for the confused and trembling teller inside. The black dress Chloe wore had a thin leather belt, shiny and black around her waist, and it was beginning to feel tighter on her expanding form. She clutched at it; thinking about loosening it wondering what she could have eaten that was causing her to bloat up like this. Her heels were getting tighter, and the pointed fronts were beginning to round out as her toes pressed against the fronts. Inside of her heels she could swear it felt like her hosiery was slowly tearing open around her toes as she wiggled them inside.
Chloe hunched over the cooler, “ZZipp” and as she did she felt the back zipper of her dress come apart, just sort of unzip itself and inch down its tracks.

Looking down Chloe saw the hem of her slip, peeking out from beneath the bottom hem of her dress. Alll her clothes were feeling uncomfortably tight now. “Shrip!” the left shoulder seam on the black dress ripped open, revealing the strap of her slip and bra. Turning her head to look at the rip, her blond hair seemed to longer, fuller as it sort of waved with her head movements.
Spreading her legs apart a bit more, another tearing noise sounded out as a tear opened up between her legs, in both her dress and her slip. Her panties felt uncomfortably tight, and if she wasn’t in public she wanted nothing more than to reach down there and try and fix them. The whole look of her frame felt off, and as she tried to steady herself she looked herself over and saw the sleeves of the dress were creeping up her arms. As she watched “Clink!” the metal of her watch snapped the band breaking as the object fell off of her arm. Looking at her right arm she saw her sleeve making the same sort of ascent up her arm, and felt and saw the gold bracelet she wore snap and break off in a similar manner. Chloe began to feel this dread fill her belly, as stepping back she took in a deep breath and the leather belt she wore, well first the metal buckle seemed to slip out of its hole, when what actually happened was the hole broke, and then the metal buckle itself snapped, and the leather piece fell to the floor. Stumbling a bit she began to back away towards the ladies room when an odd leathery stretching sound began to fill the room, and her heels, that shiny black leather, began to feel vice like on her feet.

Back at Gomer’s place the young couple walked in the door, and Fawn his girlfriend was surprised to find the table set, with candles even, and the rooms lighting turned down low. “Oh honey, this is such a nice surprise.” She said turning and giving him a kiss. “But I feel all dirty being in this uniform for twelve hours, how about I shower first before we begin.” Gomer smiled as he took her hand. “I’ll do you one better and draw you a hot bath while you get out of those clothes.” He smiled to her as she kissed him again and went into the bedroom to get undressed. Gomer went to draw her a bath as he said he would, but then he also pulled the petri dish form his pocket, and hit the lock to release the nanites, placing the dish under a candle to look like a holder for it. Smiling he stepped out of the room as his girlfriend did the same, only wrapped in her robe. “You’re such a sweet heart.” She told him.

Back at the break room Chloe fell back against the cooler, almost knocking the water bottle over. Some water did however spill out and it splashed over her leather heels, and as it did the fronts after being stretched out to round like her toes cracked and burst open, revealing naked toes that had already ripped the hosiery that encased them and those digits perched themselves on the wet floor as her heels began to widen, her feet still growing inside of them.
The back of her dress also was feeling the pressure, and the zipper was beginning to descend down further, revealing her creamy white slip as she kind of hunched to try a relieve some of the mounting pressure from back there.

Chloe’s arms were getting longer, and the long sleeves of her black dress were getting shorter, and as they did the material was losing its stretching ability to keep what it could of those arms covered. Soon rips were forming up her fore arms, while her shoulders were splitting the material open further as well. Down around her waist, after the belt left her, that narrow cinched part of the dress began to get stretched too far, and soon it began to pop open, ripping in quick sudden gashes front to back, revealing a straining slip, that was beginning to exhibit the same symptoms as it too began to rip open to reveal her slightly rounded belly, front to back.

“Chloe, you looked a bit ill so I thought you could use these.” Came from the door as the branch manager walked in, only instead of finding Chloe sitting at a table, what he saw was Chloe, a good almost foot or more taller, in a disintegrating dress, standing over the cooler. “What the…” he said as he dropped the bottle of pills on the floor, mouth falling open agape.

She was just as startled as he was, and as the bottle hit the floor Chloe tried to move and cover her as the front of her dress began to rip down the center, starting at the collar as her breasts heaved forth digging in and tearing the fabric. Her larger arms seemed to flail about as she was not used to using such long appendages, and next thing she knew she knocked the bottle of water onto the floor, as it splashed over her feet, soaking her toes, and drenching her hosiery as they continued to tear and run open, unable to compensate for her enlarging dimensions as her thighs and calves grew out longer and longer.

The heels of her shoes due to her increasing height and weight snapped as the last of the water finished draining out, causing her to slip after losing her traction. As she came down onto the floor the backs of her heels cracked and split open, the backs of her feet pushing out, rending the nylon around them. The sides of her heels also burst, and soon she was barefoot on all fours, writhing as she continued to grow.

The backs of her dress, the zipper that is fully descended at that point, and the white slip began to unzip as if it had one, tearing down her back to reveal straining bra clasps as they were straining to hold on themselves. Below the waist as she spread her legs to get her feet back under her to stand again, the sides of the dress split and the tear in the center rend even more causing the dress and slip beneath it so split and tear more. The hosiery around her legs shred until there was nothing more of them left. Bare legs felt the cold wet floor briefly as Chloe began to stand, not realizing how big she was getting.
As Chloe stood up the back clasp of her bra snapped, and the shoulder straps went, taking the straps of her slip with them. Her bare chest jut out and tore the black dress down the center, sending the bra shooting forward, where it promptly nailed her boos in the head, sending him flying back out the door he came in. As the door closed she could hear him shouting for someone to call 911.

Chloe’s head hit the ceiling, which placed her at the thirteen foot mark. She began to crouch down, legs and arms filling the room as shredded material from her dress fell off of her frame. She was breathing heavy now unable to calm down as what was happening to her began to really sink in. For some unknown reason she was growing, getting bigger and more naked as she filled the room and her clothes ripped off of her body. Tears began to well up in her eyes as the panic grew, and she worried about what might happen if she keeps growing, will she break out of the building?

Chloe sort of shimmied into a corner trying her best to curl up into a ball as her slip joined her dress soon as a pile of useless rags. Sirens could be heard in the distance as that call to 911 was being promptly answered. This is where the cover up would begin, both literally and in a more general sense. The nanotech was out of the bottle, or petri dish now, and the question is how far will it spread, and will it ever be contained?

[Mr Wayne]

Magnus (Lee),

My bad for not replying after your last post, but just as well since this post has new delicious process. ^_^ Its good to see you writing again. Plus seeing you post new story segments opposite of make_her_grow and particularly Qzar9999 is exciting indeed.

About time there was a FG story revival around here. Lol.

[indraguy]

Bravo, Magnus! You outdid yourself with the Chloe scene! It was magnificent! I loved the involuntary growth and her alarm at the gradual destruction of her clothes in a public place with no way to hide. I loved how you set up the scene, hinting at what was to come, and I loved the super detailed description of her progressive growth moment by moment as she gradually grows out of all of her clothes bit by bit. Loved how you built the anticipation of the scene, loved the appearance of the boss to provide an "audience" for Chloe's growth and unveiling (to her further alarm). I could totally picture the scene unfolding in my mind's eye as you described it. Great job!! Hope we get to read more!!