"Growing up Together" - Story (tags inside) Part 7 added 5/25!

[make_her_grow]

And so, the changes begin. Here, we witness some mental changes as she struggles to control new urges and feeling. Growth should FINALLY start happening with in the next two parts.

“Day 1 - Monday”

They spent what seemed like hours with the police the night before. The two friends had to recount what happened from the beginning. Then, they had to describe their attackers to the best of their ability with a sketch artist. It didn’t turn out to be much help with their faces as their muggers wore masks, but their physical attributes matched their previous accounts from other eyewitnesses to the thefts. And thanks to Jone’s capture, they can now establish a pattern of crimes to at least one face, possibly all of them.

Finally, four hours later, nearly five hours, they were allowed to go home. Saddened and yet relieved, Greg and Kirsten were allowed to go home. They spent about a half hour gathering up all of their camping gear from their guest lodge in silence. The drive home was spent in equal silence, trapped with-in their own thoughts. Greg was pretty much on autopilot as he drove his red Jeep back into town.

He wanted to tell her how he felt, both about the attack and the kiss, but he didn’t know what to say. Then there was the mystery of the VERY orangey goo she took a bath in earlier. He had no idea what to make of it or how it would affect her. He didn’t have time to think of it until now that things settled down again but that stuff could make her sick, or worse. The E.M.T’s at the Park suggested a hospital trip but she refused. She had always HATED those. While reluctant, they had no choice but to respect her wishes. He wanted to talk to her about it. But what to say?

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The ride hom for Kirsten seemed like an eternity. But half the time she didn’t pay attention to what was going on outside. She was still trying to figure out and come to terms with what happened. One minute they were enjoying a beautiful evening, ready to celebrate her birthday in a week long celebration camping trip. Then the next, they were ambushed. And her world became a vision of orange. Not just one shade, mind you, but several shades of Orange. She had never seen a substance like it in her life. But not only was she drowning in it, something was PULLING her down along the way. She had never been so scared in her life.

She really thought she was going to die. Then the miracle. Greg, her best friend, pulled her out. She had no idea she meant so much to him until that moment. Sure, he saved her life, and she knew for a fact after knowing him for so long he would for anyone else but she saw his face. He really was terrified of losing her, almost like…no. She looked up at him for a moment. Could this boy, no, this man, LOVE me? She frowned. They had always cared for each other, but in a different way. But she had to admit, there was, well, SOMETHING there when they kissed after. She just didn’t have time to explain it yet.

Then she felt it. A sudden rush was the best way she could describe it. An intense, sudden feeling of affection for him. She turned away as her cheeks blushed. Luckily he didn’t seem to notice as he was on autopilot. What was THAT? She wondered. Am I falling for him?

She had to admit that today he displayed something she never thought she’d say from him: physical strength and courage. He had always been mentally strong as a computer genius, sure, and maybe a BIT overweight, but-

She turned away again. She had caught herself staring at him once more, but she was looking south of his face.

Weird, why am I thinking about him like this now? Is it shock? She HAD heard of cases were people had fallen in love with others after acts of extreme heroism, only to find it was only because of intense emotion caused by the incident and said love to fade quickly after. But something was different about this.

Suddenly, the Jeep slowed. Startled, she looked outside and saw they had arrived at her apartment complex, which was right next to Greg’s own.

He smiled guiltily at her. “Sorry this trip turned out to be a bust.”

He’s so cute when he’s apologetic…She broke out of her trance and smiled back. “No worries, hun.” She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. “It’s nearly 2 in the morning, so I’m checking in. Can we unpack tomorrow?”

“Absolutely!” he said delightedly.

“Night.” She called cheerfully.

He waved as she parted, still mesmerized by yet a SECOND kiss in one day.

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Sleep was VERY strange for her that night. Firstly, she collapsed on her bed and passed right out while still wearing her clothes. Then the intense dream.

She and Greg were together, playing on his PS3 and hanging out like any other day. Then with out warning, she pounced! Forcing him on his back and strattling his man hood to get it hard as quickly as she could, she rubbed her pussy against him equally as fast and ripped of their clothes. As he protested, shouting all the while that they weren’t meant to be, she continued her rape. She didn’t care about his feelings, only wanting to satisfy her own lust. Her heart pounded faster. And somehow stronger. The more she fucked him, the more energy she seemed to build. Then the strangeness began. The room around and Greg with it began to shrink! She couldn’t believe what was happening until it hit her: She was growing!

Yet she still continued to ride him. Her ass, beautifully shaped though it already was, started to cover him up with her pussy and legs. She continued to fill more and more of the room and the thought of it turned her on, big time. As she rode him she heard bones breaking and crunching as Greg’s body gave out to her weight. She threw her face up in delight in the air and then nose first, she crashed through the ceiling, her ectstacy over powering any sense of reason.

Then the pain. As she looked down and saw her former apartment disappear under her knees, her body arched in agony. Her spine sprouted horns all the way down in one at a time. Gasping in orgasmic pain the whole time, she saw her hands grow VERY long and sharp claws ever so slowly. An orgasmic smile revealed her teeth slowly sharpening and growing. Her nose, normally beak shaped and only SLIGHTLY larger than average, started growing out into a horn of some kind.

Feeling another round of orgasms coming, she lowered her clawed hand, and as the orgasm peeked-

She woke up. Her alarm was beeping in the most annoying way possible. Reluctantly she slammed the off button and slowly crawled out bed. She headed into the bathroom and checked herself in her full body mirror. Normal. Good. She decided. She only remembered bits of the dream now but it was nothing her fully conscience mind wanted. Your better than that, girl. She told her own reflection. You are NOT a B movie monster.

She was normal, except…she looked down. Her pants were soaked. Oh god, I really orgasmed? She was disgusted with herself. Of all the things to get horny over…then she rushed to her bed. She felt her way through her blankets until- Bed is soaked, too. God, what’s happening to me? I’ve never been this ad with it before! She must’ve orgasmed like there was no tomorrow. Most of the bed was still drenched.

She was even more started when she saw her alarm clock. 1:45 p.m?! God I slept almost TWELVE hours!
Thank god she was on vacation still, or she would have to fire herself from her own antique shop for being late. Then there’s Greg.

Mmmm…Greg. She thought to herself. She caught herself just in time as her hand was reaching for her pussy. No! Get a hold of yourself! Oh god please don’t let him call today…

Then the phone rang.

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Greg had no idea what to make of it. As the following day passed, it went by uneventful enough. He unpacked his camping gear easily enough, but soon noon had come and gone. Still no word from Kirsten. He didn’t know if she was possibly sick from her dip in…what ever it was or if she was plain ignoring him until she came to terms with what happened in her own time and way.

He sighed. Two more hours. He’d give her two more hours, then he’d call. To pass the time he decided to get on his PS3. As a gamer, gaming on his PS3 OR his computer was a favorite pass time of his. After getting lost in a Final Fantasy game for a while, he was startled when he looked at the clock. Shit, 145 all ready? That was long enough.

He grabbed his smart phone and clicked on her picture. As it rang for a fourth time, he was prepared to talk to the machine. Then…

“Mmmm hey, er I mean hey Greg! What you up to?”

Well, at least she’s chipper…


“Nothing much,” he answered. “Just wondering when you wanted to come grab your stuff?” He blinked for a moment as he heard what he could’ve SWORN was a soft moan as he said ‘grab your stuff’, then he heard her chiding herself and regaining composer.

“Actually, can I do that tomorrow? I just need some time to deal with this and I don’t want to hurt you in anyway.”


“Um, ok.” Hurt me? How?

“I gotta finish washing my bed sheets and bed, can I call you later?”

“Um, sure hon.” Bed sheets? She told me she cleaned those the day before we went camping… “Yeah. Talk to you later.”

“Bye.” Click! She hung up first.

He shook his head. I hope you know what you’re doing.

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That was close. Kirsten thought. Gotta be more careful around…“Mmm…” Then she gasped in horror as she caught her own hand in her pussy, AGAIN. What am I going to do?

[cwmoss]

Oh man, I'm looking forward to the next chapter of this!!

[make_her_grow]

Ok, here's the next part. I can say with 90% confidence the growth will happen in the next part at last, meaning this is most likely the last part of "set up". With that said, as usual all comments OUTSIDE OF FLAMING are welcome.

"Day 5 - Friday"

To say that the last few days had been chaotic for Kirsten was an understatement. To make matters worse she had no idea what to make of it. For starters, she slept. A lot. Lately she’s found herself sleeping thirteen, sometimes fourteen hours a day.

Then, when she was awake, she had hunger and craving issues. And no matter how hard she resisted, she had to succumb. Weather it was cooking every bit of meet in her apartment at once or stripping her cupboards dry of cereal and breads.

After which was the headaches. She had no idea what started them, but after every time after she finished eating her head felt like it was going to split open. This prompted her body to feel drained. Then she passes out, then rinse and repeat the cycle.

Her friends were naturally worried. Greg had to have told everyone by now of what happened to them at camp, and those he didn’t tell probably found out while watching the news. During the short time frames she was awake Kirsten checked her voice mail and land line answering machine. There were multiple messages from the local newspaper and TV station requesting interviews. She ignored them.

Feeling frustrated at her bodies unexpected changes, she belt it best she isolate herself for a while. She didn’t want to snap at anyone or worse, hurt her friends. In fact, the only one she was working up the courage to speak to was Greg.

For some reason her dreams kept getting worse, and more vivid. Each time it ended with her ending up a giant B-style movie monster: stories tall, with claws and fangs, and sometimes either wings, horns, or gills. It terrified her. And what scared her more was the fact that she seemed to get so hot and turned on when she was raping Greg in her dreams.

Why? Was the question that continuously popped into her head. This kind of attraction was NEVER in our picture. She told herself. Why am I so attracted to him now?

Sure, there was the attack. She was sure they felt “something” after, but she just assumed it was gratitude and relief of surviving the ordeal and would wear off. Instead what ever “it” was, it was growing deeper in her. She wanted to call and talk to him, maybe even go over to his apartment face-to-face, but every time she was going to the very thought made her VERY hot and horny.

But she had to do something. Her feelings were NOT going away and neither was her physical condition.

As she sat on her couch, watching TV and eating what chocolate she could find, it hit her like a ton of bricks. That goop! She froze in mid bite of a chocolate bar. It has to be doing this to me! But no, stuff like that only happens in movies. She reasoned that in real life, toxic stuff has to make you sick or kill you. Since she wasn’t dying, she brushed that thought aside. Get a hold of yourself, girl, get a hold of yourself. She continued eating as her body demanded it. Just go over to Greg’s and talk to him. This isn’t caused y some magical use that causes people to fall in love. Just go and figure it out together…

Together. The very thought got her pussy wet and caused her heartbeat to jump up.
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Thank god it’s Friday. Greg thought in relief. Every week on Friday, he got together with a group of friends to play D & D, which is short for Dungeons and Dragons. It was half past seven o’clock. The group always got together at Chris’s house at 8 to play. Since the camping was off, the Dungeon Master, Matt, said he was still more than welcome to join in.

Greg had just opened his door and was about to leave when he saw Kirsten standing there, looking like she was about to knock. They stood there frozen for a moment. Greg saw she was in a pair of tight jean shorts and particularly tight red tank top to match her hair.

The hungry look in her eyes made him nervous. He decided to break the ice first.

“Um, hi. Come in.”

She smiled gratefully and walked in. He sighed and whipped out his phone to tell Matt his part of the evening had just been cancelled.

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With his back to her he didn’t notice that she closed the door behind her and locked it. She wanted no interference. God please forgive me for this. She pleaded. I need to find out if there is an attraction or if it’s…that stuff I swam in. She looked him over while he was texting. Yes, 275 pounds seemed like a lot to most women, but besides a large belly, he was proportionate. She could live with that.

She watched him finish texting and look up at her. “What’s up?” He asked.

“Well, actually…” With that, she pounced!

She threw herself bodily at him. He yelped and backed up in shock. “What-”

Even though she was taller, she had no problem jumping into his arms. As he held her awkwardly, she grabbed his face and made out with him like there was no tomorrow. Thankfully, he eased into it. As she hung in his harms she wrapped her long legs around his waist and grinded her pussy against him to get him horny. Finally, he tumbled to the ground with her on top.

As they kissed, he tried to put her on bottom but she pushed him back with full force. “No.” She said simply. “I’m so sorry about this, but I need to find out.”

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Holy hell, what was that about? Greg thought, astonished. He had NEVER seen her act like this before. The following morning found them both in his bed. She was lying on top of him, her hand gently stroking his face as they looked into each other’s eyes. He hadn’t felt so good in all of his life. But the “why” it happened disturbed him.

As he looked into her face he could tell she was thinking in similar fashion. Guilt was written all over her. They just lay there, both lost in thought until she finally spoke.

“I’m so sorry.” She said.

“Why?” Greg asked. “Did I under perform or something?”

She laughed. “No. You were great. Better than I could ever hope or expect. I’m sorry for forcing this on you.”

He looked puzzled. Then it hit him. She thinks she RAPED me. He grinned to lighten the mood. “Honey, you didn’t force this on me. Truth be told, you being with me was always a fantasy of mine.”

She looked taken aback. “Really? Me, why?”

“Think about it.” He replied. “Think about all of the time we spend together.” He shrugged. “I guess it was only a matter of time. Especially after that one week at your nineteenth birthday.

She nodded. “I remember…” she trailed off and nodded. One week after her nineteenth birthday, they decided it was time to experiment sexually. With her being nineteen and him 20 at the time, they didn’t have to worry about anyone getting into trouble. And she had been separate from her previous boyfriend, Jon, for a year before that. So they tried out the oral stuff. Making out, hand jobs, eating out. All of this was pretty well new for him but not for her. But even she was new to actual fucking. One thing lead to another and that night, they lost their virginity with each other.

“One of the best nights of my life.” Greg said.

She smiled again then her face fell. “Still doesn’t give me the right to do what I did. The dreams, the urges, I just had to find out.”

He looked confused. “Find out what?”

She sighed. “My dreams.”

Then she told him. Everything. From her bodily changes to her cravings to her dreams. At times she wasn’t sure if he was frightened as she was, but he kept his composer and listened. After she finished, his eyebrows raised in interest.

“Wow. Some week you’ve had then.” He laughed. “No wonder you didn’t talk to anyone. Although, after last night, I wish you would’ve come over sooner.”

He slapped him in the head playfully. “Pig.” She smiled. Then they both burst out laughing. They had no idea why, it was a lame joke. But it felt good. Almost as good as their respective orgasms the previous night. It was like weight was being lifted of their chests.

“Well,” he said, finally calming down. “You’re not a fifty foot monster, how does it feel?”

She smiled in relief and continued stroking his face. “Fifty? I was more like five hundred!” His eyes widened and she grinned. “But honestly, I feel great. I was dreading what ever, this was” she gestured up and down their bodies. “that that oozy stuff caused it.”

“Nope, I think this is pure us, through and through.” He said. “What do we do about, well, us?”

She shook her head. “I’m not sure. Give me a few days to think about this.” She got up and started putting some clothes on. “After you make me breakfast, I’ve got some work to do. So do you. She nodded at the many wet spots on his bed from all of his and her orgasms.

They laughed again. And it felt great.

[mangar69]

Great stuff!
Exited for the rest.

[cwmoss]

Looking really good!!

[make_her_grow]

ok. Finally. FINALLY, the growth. So the madness begins...

As always, all comments outside of flaming are welcome.

“Day 10 – Wednesday”

I can’t believe this is actually happening to me. Greg thought as he made the ever so short drive to Kirsten’s apartment complex, which was right next door to his. I’m actually dating my best friend. The last part of the week had been a VERY swift blur, thanks to his newfound feelings for the girl who had been part of his whole life.

First Friday. That night was the best he had ever had, and he’d been with a couple of girls before her. But they had NEVER gone this far before. Sure, there was some oral here and there, but never the full force of sex. Then on Sunday, she decides that they should be official. It was the phone call that he was waiting for, almost obsessively. Needless to say the cell didn’t stray to far from his hands or pockets. He made her repeat herself two and three times to make sure he didn’t imagine her saying: “let’s be a couple”.

Now, on a beautiful Wednesday night, he was about to pick her up. Greg was just getting his mind wrapped around it when she walked out of her building. His draw almost dropped. Standing at 5’9, she was the most dazzling he had ever seen her look. She wore the most excellent sparkling green dress, which matched her equally impressive green eyes perfectly. Her read hair hung heavenly over her shoulders, and she wore the most pleasant, beautiful smile.

He knew most men would detract points from her for her beak shaped nose, but that didn’t matter to Greg. Sitting there, Greg started to feel a little under dressed. He had the best kaki dress pants he could find and a nice button down red dress shirt. He finally decided to act and climbed out of his car as quickly as he could.

“Hi!” She said, beaming at him.

“Hi to you too.” He grinned. “You look gorgeous by the way. Ready?”

“Sure am.” She replied. They hugged and kissed. “And you look good to, stud.” It felt amazing to him. Then, holding hands, the headed for his car. Then she paused for a moment. Looking to see why, Greg saw that she looked a bit dazed and woozy.

“You ok?”

She blinked and regained her composer, allowing her eyes to refocus. “Ye-yeah.” She stammered. Then she smiled. “Just got dizzy. Probably from the excitement.” Her mind drifted ever so subtly to her dreams, but she dismissed them as quickly as she could. She was going to get past this. Thankfully, her dreams had subsided ever since she had sex with Greg. While her craving strikes still happened, it happened a lot less. She had hoped that what ever was happening to her was over. “Ready?” She asked.

“Hell, yes, I’m starved.” He laughed.

The drive to their destination, a nice place by the name of Roger’s Cove, went by in a hurry. As the place specialized in seafood, their conversations started with what they were most likely going to order. Then before he knew it they had started talking about their life’s ambitions, what they wanted out of life and were they would be in five years. They had just finished talking about Greg’s computer shop (he started it from the ground up) when he pulled into their parking lot.

As the climbed out Greg saw her lean over the top. Her breathing was a bit shallow and she was holding on to the top rim, tight.

“You sure you’re ok, hun?”

She forced herself back up and took a deep breath. “Yes. Yes I’m fine. Shall we?”

One of the reasons he loved this place was the scenery. The restaurant overlooked a nice little lake that glimmered nicely in the sun as it was setting. He admired it briefly before he grabbed her hand and they met at the waiter at the door. With a friendly smile, he sat the pair at a window-seated booth.

It wasn’t long before they were both pouring over the menu. Greg ended up going with the Shrimp Scampi. But Kirsten…

“I’ll take two, no three lobster tails.”

“Three?” The waiter said taken aback. She nodded and reluctantly he complied.

Greg looked surprised over at his new girlfriend. He had never known HER to eat like this. But fear of their first date ending badly made him hold his tongue. He was just glad he brought his checkbook.

“Uhg. What’s that smell.” She wrinkled her nose. “It smells like dead fish.”

“This is the time of year when some of the fish in the lake lay eggs and die.” The waiter replied as he left with their respective orders. “You can smell that from here?”

She nodded as he left, shaking his own head in disbelief.

“You sure you’re ok?” Greg asked again. “First your dizzy spells, now you have a super nose?”

“I’m FINE.” She said, now clearly frustrated. “Please don’t fuss.”

He nodded and fell silent. The awkward silence held for a half our, until thankfully, their meal arrived. He knew she was mad now, but he couldn’t help it. Something’s not right.

His suspicions grew as she devoured the tails’ meet in less than ten minutes. Barely through his own meal, she asked if he was going to finish and he pushed his dish to her. “By all means.” He said in disbelief as she quickly devoured it as well.

When she finished, she looked up and smiled. “Man that was good. How was yours?”

“That WAS mine, hun.” He said.

“Oh.” She said. Now she looked uncomfortable. REALLY uncomfortable. To Greg it looked like she was having problems with her shoes as her feet were fidgeting beneath their table. He yelped as he got kicked in the shin.

“I’m so sorry.” She apologized. “But it’s my dress shoes, suddenly they feel too tight. Ouch!” She looked down and saw what was causing the pain. The top of her foot was pushing INTO the shoe’s rim. “What the hell?”

She didn’t have long to wonder much else. Suddenly she was struggling with her bra. Normally an awesome, perfect size D, Greg could’ve sworn they looked bigger. She didn’t seem to notice as she was still looking at him, confused about her shoes as she blindly adjusted her top.

Then she smiled. “Mmm, something smells good.” Then Greg’s chair nearly tipped backwards as he saw what was happening. Her nose was ACTUALLY growing. Not Pinocchio style, mind you. It almost looked like a balloon inflating, except its shape wasn’t changing.

“Um, Kirsten…” He started.

“What?” She said loudly. Then she heard snapping and tearing. Looking down, she saw her feet starting to poke through her shoes. “What?” She asked again, now scared. Then she heard tearing. She looked over her to see were it was coming from. It was the shoulder seems of her dress. They had come apart, and both of her shoulders were now starting to come through. “Oh my god, no.” She pleaded. “No, no, no, no!”

She looked up back at her boyfriend and held her hand back up to her face in shock. She screamed as she realized her hand touched her nose WAY sooner than it should have. And people were starting to notice. Meals had stopped being eaten and chatter ceased. Everyone thought they were fighting. “This can’t be happening to me!” she pleaded. “Ow!” She extended her arm and looked at her hand. Open mouthed, she stared in disbelief as the ring and bracelet given to her by her foster mother popped off.

A HUGE dizzy spell hit her. It forced her to double over and grab the table. Her breathing became shallow. Voices from the rest of the diners sounded like a distant echo. Now people were pointing in curiosity and fear, not knowing if she had just been poisoned. Greg was saying something to her but his voice was distant as well. Then she noticed something. Something that snapped her back to reality. It wasn’t the increased tearing sounds heard from her dress, it was the fact that the table seemed to be getting smaller. She looked up in alarm at Greg, her eyes wide with fright.

A woman screamed. She had thought the woman in the green dress was standing up because she was rising. But she wasn’t. She was growing. And fast.

Her eyes fixed on Greg, she gasped out. “What’s happening to me?”

She looked down as she heard leather ripping. The sides of her feet, normally a size nine, were now showing. She was now barefoot. Kicking what remained of her dress shoes aside, she heard a creaking sound. I’m crushing the chair. She thought. She wanted to stand up but she was petrified. She didn’t want to know what she was going to look like, or worse, what would Greg think. But soon she had no choice. It was growing ever more uncomfortable in her side of the booth and her growth would force her out one way or another.

Reluctantly, she forced herself up. As she did so her dress tore apart. She had no idea how tall she was now, but it had to be close to 8 feet. Her head was going to brush the ceiling soon.

“Help me!” She cried at Greg.

He was lost for words. He just sat there, open mouthed. He watched as his girlfriend rose higher, and higher. Finally he forced himself to move as her new height forced her to bend over. Her now growth had knocked over the table forcefully.

Naturally, people panicked. Most had no idea what was going on but they followed everyone else who was clearing the area. All except Greg. In his attempt to scramble, he stumbled and fell back ward. Dazed, he looked up at her ever growing figure. Her ever enlarging face caught up with her nose so it looked normal, but she was still growing bigger. As she finally knelt over him, she looked like she was about to cry.

“I’m so, very, very sorry for this.” As much as she wanted to stop, her body wouldn’t cooperate. Now she was completely on her hands and knees, and STILL growing. Her bra and panties had given out long ago. Adding humiliation to her long list of emotions, she suddenly thought of something. If I’m going to keep growing, Greg will get crushed! She shuddered at the though. Then she had an idea. Since she was going to destroy the place anyways it seemed, she figured she might as well save her boyfriend in the process. Knocking everything away she could, from tables and chairs to registers, she looked for him. There. In between her now ginormous legs. He almost looked unconscious, but alive. With her head pushing up against the ceiling she cupped her hands and gently as she could, she scooped him up.

I’ve got to get out of here. She panicked. As she closed both hands around him she tried to stand. Her head was causing the ceiling to crack already, so maybe with a little force…

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From outside, the now former diners watched in awe, admiration, fear, and panic. From the windows they looked inside as they saw this human being fill up an entire eating establishment. Then from their viewpoint all the could see what her naked ass as it pushed up against windows. Women covered their children’s eyes as husbands and single men alike stood open mouthed in desire. Then, they saw it. Slowly but surely, she started to rise. They knew it was only a matter of time before…

BOOM! A cloud of dust burst as they saw her head pop out of the top of the diner. They thought she was standing up already, but several of the crowd gasped when they ACTUALLY stand up and look even taller than before.

Then, finally, her rise stopped. Then she just stood there. Her hand clearly folded around something, or someone. She just stood there. Her full naked majesty, her face full of panic, fear, and humiliation. And no one knew what she was going to do next.

[make_her_grow]

Ok, some points I feel I ma need to address:

Now that the INNITIAL growth has happened (yes there will e more down the road), I feel I should tell you that a LOT of the story from here in will be plot and character development. There will be villains, there will be action. Just not the kind you'd expect.

Also, some things you need to know about the story itself:

Obviously, the point of view alternates. Mostly between my main two characters, Greg and Kirsten.

Then, there's the characters themselves. Here are some points about them that may or may not have been addressed yet (if not yet the story will down the line)

Kirsten: An orphan who grew up in an orphanage before it closed down. Then she and some other girls were adopted by and elderly woman named Shelly McDowell. Runs her own antique shop. It was left to her in her foster mother's will. She loves being a girl but doesn't mind nerding out with her best friend Greg or her girlfriends and enjoys video games, collecting antiques, and thrift and flea market shopping.

Greg: Also an orphan who grew up in an orphanage before it closed down. When it closed down he was adopted by Shelly's best friend, Lisa. Has a foster brother named Michael (this may or may not be important down the line). Loves electronics and is a computer boy genius. Graduated from highschool at 14 but kept in close contact with his circle of friends including Kirsten. During his first four years of college he worked at a computer repair shop. Bought the shop from the owner during his second year of his masters degree. Also enjoys video games, super hero comic books, playing D & D, takes martial arts. When Lisa died she left him and Michael her fortune in an even split.

Thanks to all for reading my story. As always, all comments outside of flaming are welcome. Now that the story is more or less set up I'm going to be slowing down the story postings a bit to give people more time to read.

[make_her_grow]

Next part of the story to be posted up sometime today.

[make_her_grow]

Next part! Some naturally resulting chaos ensuing from her unexpected growth. Now the real fun of the story starts to begin.

“Day 10 – Continued”

She just stood there. Oblivious to all that went on around her except for the crowd below. A short distance from her now VERY large feet, the crowd stood in a mix of awe, fascination, fear, and panic. Her face looked blank, transfixed in a mask of her own fear and panic. It was as if the lights were on but no one was home.

Needless to say it didn’t take long for the smart phones to be whipped out of pockets. Pictures were taken, texts typed, and video clips recorded. Some in the crowd wondered if she was thinking anymore or went brain dead. Then some noticed her hands.

“Is she holding something?” A woman with sunglasses asked.

“I think some one.” A man in a suite and tie said. As a man who prided himself on details he had kept track of everyone who escaped the madness. Only one besides the giant girl was missing. “I think her boyfriend’s up there.”

“Boyfriend?” The woman gasped. “You mean there’s someone in her hands?”

Someone behind him over heard their conversation. It was another woman. “You mean she has a hostage?” She screamed, clearly in full panic mode.

Sadly it didn’t take long for the panic to catch fire. It spread through the crowd swiftly. Soon enough the phones were being pointed at her hands instead of her womanly parts and face. As it was almost dark outside the light show going off from the crowds’ phones was like the Fourth of July…

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Kirsten was in a trance like state. At first she thought it was because of disorientation. But that was only part of it. Besides fear, panic, and humiliation, she also felt something else: denial.

This CAN’T be happening to me. She told herself. No, no, no. I am NOT monster. She was finally brought back to reality when she felt something stir in her hands. She had almost forgotten that Greg was trapped in them. Gasping in fear, she opened her hands into a bowl with Greg in the middle of them. He was moving, but slowly. At least he’s alive.

She heard a woman scream. At first she looked up in its general direction until she remembered her current predicament. Giant, right. She chided herself. She forced herself to look down and realized what was happening with the crowd. I have to get out of here! The whole world is going to see me like this. Then she looked down and saw the destruction her growth wrought. God, I’m so sorry. Her feet were almost buried in rubble. The only bit of restaurant left standing were four walls standing and they were threatening to collapse.

The woman screamed once again. As she looked up, the woman pointed at her hands and shrieked. “She has a hostage!”

She shook her head desperately. “Hostage? No, he’s my boyfriend, I’d-”

She didn’t have time to say more. She heard sirens approaching from the distance. Clearly someone had taken the initiative to call the police and fire trucks. Grunting in frustration, she did the only thing she could do.

“I’m so sorry everyone.” She called to them. With that, she stepped over them as carefully as she could, more than aware of the photos being taken between her legs. Taking great care to avoid all people and cars, she fled.

As she ran she did her best to keep her hands level. She thought with every bit of determination her soul and being could muster that Greg would NOT be hurt, so she kept her hands level for him as best she could. At first she was relieved at the ease her hands kept held out, but then she started to worry. Shouldn’t my hands be getting tired by now?

She didn’t have time to fret over it though as she almost yelped at the VERY fast approach of a building. Clearly she had no idea how much her size would increase her speed. Indeed, normally the now former diner they went to was a half hours drive outside from the city limits. It only took mere moments for her to cost the distance. What the hell am I?

The sirens were distant again. The police had to arrive at the diner. Soon enough they would be after her, to whisk her away to some secret lab to never be seen again. She shuddered. Then the sudden thought struck her. Were am I going to hide? She looked down at her boyfriend. Both of our apartments are too big for me, and we have no were else to go, unless…THE CAVE!

Yes, the cave. One of Greg and her many misadventures as children. When they were both young, around the age of ten and eleven, they were on a family camping trip to the wilderness clear on the north side of town.

Both of the respective foster mothers were close friends with each other. After their orphanage had closed down due to shoddy care and maintenance, the two elderly women were more than happy to take some children off their hands. And so, Shelly McDowell took Kirsten and two more girls and taught them how to run her family antique store. While Lisa Derby took in Greg and his foster brother, Michael.

One day while the two families were camping Kirsten and Greg went off fighting the good pretend fight with space pirated. It wasn’t until Greg screamed that she noticed he vanished through a hole in the ground. She ran over to see if he was ok, only to see he was dangling by a vine over a great void. Needless to say she went screaming for help, and the local authorities managed to pull him out.

But as it turned out he had accidentally discovered a system of caves that were said to be long forgotten. As a reward for finding them the children and their families were allowed to be the first public Joes to tour the caves.

Kirsten almost smiled as she remembered the Native American cave paintings on the walls, she had thought they were pretty as a child. She remembered as the experts explained that the reason they weren’t found until now was that the entrances had been blocked by rocks ages ago shortly after the Native Americans were forced to leave.

She was brought back to reality as she remembered why she considered the caves at all. For the most part, besides the cave paintings and local wild life, the caves were empty. All except for a waterfall in the far back of the cave. It was said to have been fed into the system from a nearby river. But not only was the cave mostly empty, but spacious. It just might fit me…

A man screaming behind her snapped her back to the present. Gathering up what was left of her dignity, she mustered all the energy she could for her only chance…

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Greg had no idea where he was or the time of day. All he remembered was that crazy dream about his girlfriend growing out of control. Reluctantly wiping out the fatigue from his eyes and readjusting his glasses, he felt around for a firm grip to pull himself up. That’s when it hit him that something was wrong…

He rose into sitting position with a start. Looking to and back he learned he was sitting on rock.

“Easy.” A gentle, yet very loud voice said. “You took quite a bump when you fell.”

That’s when the pain came throbbing in. Growling and rubbing the small bump and the back of his head, he recognized the voice as Kirsten’s. “Thanks for reminding me. It feels like it wants to split open.” He looked around to find her but noticed it was almost completely dark, all except for the light off of the water reflecting off the cave walls.

“At least you only have a headache to deal with, I have a BIT of a bigger problem on my hands…”

“Were are you, anyways?” He snapped. He didn’t mean to but this headache was a particularly nasty one.

“Here.” She said. Then she stepped out of the shadows.

His jaw dropped. In front of him stood a girl who was CLEARLY fifty feet tall, possibly bigger. Not only that but even dressed in a make shift bra and panties out of what was clearly a former party tent.

“What are we going to do now?” She said, her lips quivering. Her eyes looked close to tears.

He forced his mouth shut. Here he was oogling her while she was clearly upset. Right, now’s not the time…

“Ok.” He said, taking a deep breath. “We need to handle this,” he gestured her whole body, “You, as quickly as possible.”

“How?”

“I have some ideas.” He nodded, putting his thought to be big brain to work immediately. “And I already know I’m not going to like some.”

She rose and eyebrow at him. “Like?”

He laughed to lighten the mood. “Well for starters, we’ll start with what we know. Then we’ll go from there.” He sighed. It was going to be a VERY long night. “We have some work to do…”

[qzar9999]

Well this is interesting. I liked the growth sequence. Wondering where this goes from here.

[make_her_grow]

Originally Posted by qzar9999

Well this is interesting. I liked the growth sequence. Wondering where this goes from here.

It won't be the only sequence, that I can promise. Growth is going to be sprinkled through out the story. Be it in a dream sequence or as she eventually learns how to control her size.

Plus, someone else may eventually come into play with a situation similar to hers but way WAY worse.

[make_her_grow]

Ok, posting up the next TWO parts up tonight. If only because a handful of new characters are introduced. All of whom are possible allies to Kirsten, as she's gonna need as many as she can find. So, with out further ado, here we go:

"Day 11"

Greg HATED waiting. It seemed like hours since he made the phone call to Sarah. As physician she was the most logical choice to help figure out this problem for Kirsten. He shook his head sadly. Poor girl. She had asked somberly if he’d wait for the good Doctor at the cave’s entrance. He agreed because he had his suspicions as to why.

Grief and acceptance. Now that she had time to calm down, some of the recently suppressed emotions had begun to take over. For all they knew, her former life had now come to an end. Even if they could figure out what had happened to her and why, she was still a giant. They had no idea if this thing was temporary or a permanent change. Plus there would be a slew of a whole new batch of practical problems, not at the least being how she would feed herself. She would need clothes, because as a girl of fashion she wouldn’t be able to survive on a makeshift bikini outfit forever.

If she was going to stay like this, how would her friends or her employees think of her? Greg could only imagine what must be going through her mind right now, or how she’s coping. He had some ideas that might help, but these kind of solutions could take time. Time we might not have. He added to himself.

His head still throbbed a bit, a painful reminder of his unfortunate accident the evening before. But as much as his head throbbed his pride was worse. How could a simple fall knock me out for so long? He shook his head at himself. Then to make matters worse, since her hands were now too big to dial cell phones, he was the one forced to call Sarah. Though he’d never admit it to Kirsten, he HATED the doctor. She always had a nobler than thou, “I’m smarter-than-you-and-I-know-it” attitude. It probably had something to do with her shorter stature. Standing at only 5’3, she probably had to act tough to keep bullies at bay all her life. Add to that her messy brunette hair and red squared glasses, he guessed she probably had to have had it rough growing up. Still doesn’t give her the excuse…

His thoughts were interrupted by a car horn. A shiny, yellow Dodge Dart approached and slowed to a stop not two feet in front of him. Looks like someone bought a new car, he noted. A few weeks ago she was merely driving an old, beat up Kia. Business must be good. He shook his head sadly and waved.

As she climbed out he also noted she was decked out in her full typical physician’s gear. She had also brought some items they had asked for: yard sticks, Kirsten’s cell phone, his laptop, and her medical kit. All held neatly with in her large, leather doctor’s bag she carried with her.

“This is some hodge-podge laundry you had me bring,” she sneered. “You owe me big time, by the way.”

“Yes I know.” He said angrily. One thing about Sarah, she always preferred favors over money when it came to providing her so-called “acts of kindness”. “Don’t rub it in. Besides, you don’t know just HOW big this situation is.”

She arched her eyebrow. “Curiosity arousal not with-standing, this is still highly unusual. I shouldn’t be here.” She explained. “Ethical standard aside, do you have any idea what they’re saying about you two?”

His stomach just felt like it was decked, hard. “No, what are-?”

She cut him off. “They’re saying she turned into some kind of freak, took you hostage, and is about to go on a rampage.” She nodded knowingly. “Social media has gone haywire. This morning’s news was all about the supposed ‘giant woman’. What the hell is really going on here, Greg? Is this a hoax?” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

He sighed. Ten o’clock in the morning and already this was turning into a bad day.

“No, follow me.” He waved her in.

Still expecting the “April Fools!” moment, she hesitantly followed. Greg had no idea how she would react to Kirsten’s new state, but he wasn’t surprised she already knew. Thanks to social media and modern news reporting, it was hard to keep secrets these days.

I’m surprised the cops haven’t thought about this place already. He mused. The good thing was that they discovered these caves many years ago, so digging that far into their past might take time. Time we desperately need. He knew that had to get as far ahead of this situation as possible. He stopped and turned around to look Sarah.

“Look, Sarah-“

“Dr. Johnson, if you don’t mind.” She sneered superiorly at him. “I happen to have a PHD.”

“Good for you, SARAH.” He said purposefully. “What you are about to see is, well, shocking to say the least. You think you know what’s going on, but it won’t really hit you until you see her.”

She just stood there, glaring at him like he was inferior. He sighed after he got no response at continued their trek deeper into the cave. Finally, they reached their destination. Looking straight a head, half of the room was more cave. But to the left you could clearly see water pouring out of the ceiling, a steady water fall constantly filling the pool of water below. Behind it was a wall of solid rock. But behind THAT wall was more cave space.

It was a good place to hide if you wanted to be alone. Unless you walked to the back, you couldn’t tell something, or someone, was sitting there and sobbing. In this case, it was Kirsten. His heart ached for her. Greg could hear her, and clearly so did the doctor. She was frozen in place at the sound of how loud the sobbing appeared.

“Kirsten?” He called. “Your other best friend is here.”

“Sarah?” Kirsten’s voice boomed.

For once in her life, Sarah had nothing to say. No smart ass remarks, no degrading sneers or looks. She just stood there. Then, cautiously…

“Kirsten?”

The giantess stopped sobbing. BOOM! BOOM! They heard her stand up. Sarah couldn’t believe what she just heard. She stepped back in shock. Greg was enjoying every minute of it.

“Hey, Sarah.” A depressed booming voice said.

The doctor’s breath rushed out of her. Right before her eyes a towering version of her best friend revealed herself from behind the wall. She stood there, watching her with aw and an open mouth.

“Told ya so.” Greg said, grinning.

Kirsten shot him a warning glance that clearly said ‘not now’. “Can you help me, Sarah? Please. I can’t stand being a freak.”

She closed her mouth and shook her head. “Wow. Just…wow. Ok. Clearly not a hoax. Which means…” She shoved Greg towards the door lightly. “Out. Out, out, out.”

“What? Why-”

“Because I’m already in enough ethical trouble as is. I shouldn’t even BE here, Greg. I can examine her, but if I do so it’ll have to be alone to ease my conscience.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?” He protested. “You guys can be at it for hours for all I know.”

She knelt down and rummaged through her black leather case. “Here,” she said, handing him three business cards.

“What are those?” Kirsten asked curiously.

“Lawyers.” Greg explained. “I told her we need to get as far ahead on this situation as possible. I told her to put me in contact with a state, federal, and financial lawyer. Then If we go to the cops and surrender ourselves we can be assured of our rights, yours especially.” He nodded as his titanic girlfriend.

“You mean if YOU surrender yourself.” Sarah said pointedly. “Call these guys and have as many of them as you can meet you at the nearest local station. Let them know first and foremost that you are NOT a hostage.”

“Duh.” Greg said, nodding. “Fine. I’ll be on my way. Kirsten?”

She smiled down at him as affectionately as she could. She was genuinely impressed. While she was panicking and feeling sorry for herself, his big brain was already being put to work. “I’ll be fine, sweetie. Go. Talk to the cops. Some girl time will do me good anyways.”

“Ok.” Greg replied. He reached for his cell phone. He still couldn’t believe in all the madness that just happened the evening before that it was still intact and undamaged.

As he departed, Sarah grabbed a yardstick from her pack. “Ok, girl. Let’s get to work.” She said bracing herself. “This is going to take a while…”