One Week at Wolf Lake NEW 5/31 (Growth, sex, other tags inside)

[tsokei]

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Great descriptions again- love this type of scenario.

[qzar9999]

Lol. Nice image. ^_^

[Mr Wayne]

Originally Posted by tsokei

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Great descriptions again- love this type of scenario.

So THAT'S how horses sleep when no humans are looking!! ;P Must leave a rightfully irritating mark on the side of their heads, not to mention an annoying neck cramp.

[qzar9999]

Hey, remember the volleyball team from Monday?

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At the gymnasium, the players on another school sports team were experiencing their own problems. Coach Summers stood on the home side of the volleyball court, nervously looking back and forth between the Lions, ready to play on their side of the court, and the locker room doors on her side, which so far none of her players had come out of. Game time was in less than 10 minutes, and she'd already had to reassure the officials more than once. No, they weren't going to forfeit. No, none of her players were sick or injured, to her knowledge. No, she didn't know why they were taking so long to get changed. She'd had their customary pep talk in the locker room almost thirty minutes ago, and all the girls had seemed anxious, but she had thought it was just pre-game jitters. After all, the Lions were tough opponents. Now she was getting suspicious and wondering if they were hiding something. On reflection, she realized that all the girls had been sitting down, almost hunching over. It was a little unusual for none of them to be at their lockers, or indeed standing at all. Finally, with less than 5 minutes until the game, her frustration reached a boiling point and she stormed toward the door, deciding she would push her team out onto the court and demand a full explanation of their behavior at the half. She was already speaking at full volume before she even had the door all the way open.

“All right, ladies, break's over. I want to see you in uniform and out on the court in precisely fifteen seconds, or there'll be hell...to...” She trailed off, dumbstruck at the sight that greeted her.

Her players were indeed in uniform, if one wished to call it that. Summers had the passing thought that if the stereotype about female coaches had applied to her, she'd be in heaven. The women in the locker room looked less like a high school varsity volleyball team and more like a male fantasy hookers squadron. Every single one of them appeared to be wearing a miniature halter top version of their usual tops. Large round breasts were squeezed together, bulging out of the tops and sides of the too-tight shirts. She didn't see any player who looked to be sporting less than D-cups, including Zara, who hadn't usually even worn a bra before. Not that any of them were now, she realized in shock. She almost mistook the shorts for body paint, as the garments were hugging their curves skin-tight. Some of them seemed to be torn partway up the seams; others were unzipped, yet were still incredibly tight. The bottoms of the shorts were barely keeping some of the girls decent. On some of the taller ones, they weren't even doing that. Wait a second...taller ones? Belatedly, the coach registered a fact that their appearance had temporarily stunned her out of picking up. Every player in the room was taller than her. In fact, judging from her own height, they all had to be nearly seven feet tall. Summers turned to address Gabrielle, seeing as she did that the team captain was even taller than the other girls and was also less covered. Her shirt was stretched far out in front of her, showing obvious signs of strain, and her shorts were splitting up both sides and looked more like a pair of boy briefs. Her dark, curly hair even looked longer and thicker than it had yesterday. After several false starts, the flabbergasted coach finally managed to speak.

“What's going on here?” she demanded of the captain. “If this is some kind of elaborate prank, you girls are in a lot of trouble.” She was aware of how stupid that sounded even as she said it, but the situation before her was unreal.

The dark-skinned amazon wouldn't meet her eyes. She was quiet for a few moments, then said, “No, coach, no joke. This is really us.”

“What the hell happened to you? Yesterday you were all normal and now...now...” she struggled to find the words, and gave up. “...now whatever this is!”

Gabrielle winced at the sharp note of anger in the coach's voice. “We don't know. This just kinda...happened to us, yesterday after practice. We noticed something weird after we hit the showers, but we didn't really pick up on it until we got home and found out we were all suddenly the tallest people in our families.”

“My brother couldn't pick on me for being shorter than him. He hated it,” chimed in Susan with a grin. She bent over the water fountain in the corner and took a few sips, still managing the grin.

Gabrielle cleared her throat pointedly. “As I was saying. None of us can think of anything that might have caused this. It came out of nowhere, either during our showers or immediately before or after.”

“Why did you even come to the game? There's no way they'll let you play. Even ignoring the fact that you're all practically busting out of your uniforms, nobody in their right mind will believe this isn't some kind of trick. They'll think I'm trying to pass off WNBA players as my team, or that you're on some new kind of steroids, or—” Summers broke off suddenly and narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “Is that what this is? Are you girls taking some kind of performance enhancers?”

Gabrielle couldn't have looked more stunned if she'd just been slapped. “Coach! No! You know us better than that! We would never do that. And you know I couldn't lie to you about it. Besides, what steroid have you ever heard of that makes people taller, or does THIS?” She gestured at her increased bustline. “As far as why we showed up, well... Think for a second. Would you have believed any of us if we called and told you what happened? We had to come so you'd see it for yourself.”

The coach started to reply, heistated, thought about it, and had to admit her captain had a point. “Well, like I said, they won't let you play now. Even if they would, I don't—”

She was cut off by Susan's sudden cry of “Oh, no, not again!” Everyone's attention instantly focused on her just in time to see her begin to grow. Her head rose up, moving closer to the ceiling, even as her strawberry-blond hair lengthened down her back. Her already-large breasts swelled further, causing her strained top to stretch even further. It lasted for several seconds before the overburdened shoulder straps snapped, causing the top of the garment to fall down and reveal her still-growing boobs. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest to cover herself. As she did, the button on her shorts shot off, bouncing off the far wall. The zipper tore immediately afterward, followed by the seams giving out. The ruined shorts fell off, leaving her wearing only a pair of panties that were rapidly reaching their breaking point. “Ow!” she cried as her head hit the room's ten-foot ceiling. She bent her head forward, realizing that if her growth kept up she might have to sit down to fit in the room. A sudden loud snap accompanied the elastic waist of her panties breaking, just before her growth stopped, leaving her twelve feet tall and nude. Thinking quickly, she grabbed a few towels from a nearby rack and held them over her body, covering up as best she could. Her face turned red as she looked around at everyone else in the room. “Sorry...” she said sheepishly.

“Well. That was...um...unexpected,” Summers said when she was able to speak. “Um...where was I...Oh, right. Even if they would let you play, I don't think it would be a good idea.”

“Why?” Alyssa piped up. “We could kick the Lions' asses being this tall! Especially Susan!” The bigger girl in the corner glared daggers at her. “What? What'd I say?”

“While I admire your enthusiasm, Alyssa, I'm going to have to insist that you girls all go see a doctor as soon as possible. I can't in good conscience allow you to play like this. You have no idea what happened to you, or why, and for all any of us knows there could be some adverse effects on your health. What just happened proves that it could happen again to any of you, at any time. Plus half of you would be arrested for indecent exposure.” She paused for a moment. “Although, you're probably right, I don't think the Lions would know what hit 'em.” She smiled as she briefly entertained a very enjoyable mental picture of the looks on their opponents' faces before continuing. “Anyway. You heard me, girls. You're all going on the injured list until I get medical releases. And we'll have to get you some new uniforms that fit,” she added with a meaningful glance toward Susan. “I'll go out there and announce our forfeit.”

A chorus of complaints trailed her out of the room as she returned to the gym and proceeded to the officials. She had a momentary flashback to yesterday afternoon and remembered her idle wish for a team of amazons. Why didn't I just wish for a million dollars?

[Mr Wayne]

MMmmmmmmmm... Susan, Susan, Susan. Nice timing with the quick drink of water.

Qzar9999,

Short piece, and also a short FG scene, but every bit as energizing as a longer one. Very intense even for a single paragraph of process and good attention to clothing detail. Kudos for sure. This story definitely has my attendance stats shooting up with the events of Wolf Lake bursting onto the scene. And I love the apparent, or assumed, effect on Susan when she consumes the contaminated water rather than being doused with it. She shoots up with just a few meager sips of water. Imagine what mayhem lies ahead, mates. *Puts Caruso sunglasses back on, but hesitates as I look up that metaphor on the internet* ^_^

As a high school home room teacher used to say on Mondays (even though this story is on Tuesday), "Hey everyone. Guess what? It's almost Friday". Amen to that.

**Additional comment**

This is only Tuesday in the story. I can't imagine what Friday will be like, let alone Wednesday and Thursday. B-)

[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.

[Mr Wayne]

Heh! And I was hawking this post. MMmmmmm, a redhead hmm? Redheads will rule the world someday. Just you all wait and see.

Qzar9999,

A delightfully well-crafted next segment of the story, without a doubt. Shame she wasn't wearing anything to bust out of, but you cleverly countered that with the sexuality of a deserving young woman. She knows something is amiss before letting herself go but is pleasantly astounded afterwards. One should pay more attention then, Lol. With the tension built up so much and we're nigh through a quarter of the story, I'd pay money by now. Perhaps that is a good compliment. If I was rich, I'd pay you to write dozens more of these stories. B-)

[geno13]

Mmmm... finally took some time to read what you have so far and I'm loving it. I cannot wait to see more.

[qzar9999]

Thanks, all, for the continued positive feedback. Here's the next bit, involving a bit of plot and a little more detail on how the chemical works.

I'll be going out of town next week, so Wednesday may experience a slight delay. But I may be able to get at least the first part up before leaving. Stay tuned!

Also, please find attached a document file containing Tuesday in its entirety.

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“...understand that what you're asking me for is a breach of my professional ethics.”

“I'm well aware. However, if you had been more concerned about your professionalism some years ago, you might not have lost your license. Don't forget who made all that mess go away. More importantly, don't forget who can make it all come back. Preferably in the newspapers.”

An angry hissing intake of breath. “You bastard.”

A short, harsh laugh. “Now, now, no need for that kind of talk. All I'm asking you for is a little favor.” A pause. “You had to know I didn't fix your problems out of the goodness of my heart.” That unpleasant laugh again. “To hear most people talk, I don't even have one.”

“It wouldn't surprise me.” A sigh of resignation. “Fine. Give me some info on what you need to know, so I'm not wasting your time and mine with false positives.”

Another pause, as if thoughts were being gathered. “Well. For starters, you can rule out all men, and any children or older women. What we're looking for will only manifest in females, and only between late puberty and menopause.”

“Well, that does help narrow it down.” Despite the attitude, there was a note of interest in the voice. “What sort of symptoms are we talking?”

“Primarily, there will be changes in measurements. Unusual weight gain or loss, changes in BMI, breast growth, changes in height--”

“Changes in height? Just what the hell is going on?”

“Ahem. I'm giving you the information you need, and no more. Unless you'd like to be more involved in this situation than you already are...?” Dead silence. “That's what I thought. As I was saying. Changes in height, muscle tone, visual acuity, or hair color. That covers the primary effects we anticipate are possible.”

“Christ. That's only altering the entire physical makeup of someone's body. No big deal,” came an extremely exasperated reply. “Anything you can tell me about what causes it?”

“Only that it would likely involve exposure to the municipal water supply at low temperatures, and that ingestion can cause full effects with far less exposure than skin contact.”

“Municipal supply...you're saying this shit is in the lake water? Wait. This has to do with that truck that crashed into the lake, doesn't it? Never mind, I don't want to know,” the voice finished. “Like you said, it's bad enough you're dragging me into this at all.” A brief pause, punctuated by another weary sigh. “I'll let you know if I see anything.”

“Thank you very much, Bruce.” Smiling to himself, Vannacutt replaced the phone's handset and turned back to his picture window.

[Mr Wayne]

Qzar9999,

Interesting how you may include women of slightly older age. Just as long as they aren't wrinkly. LoL. It is commendable how you keep challenging yourself to continue upping your game by broadening your palette. I feel I may be admitting in the near future that I underestimated your story. Let's see if that be the case.

[qzar9999]

Because I like you people, I'm going to post the first part of Wednesday before I leave for vacation, rather than make you wait. Here we have probably one of the most well-known growth sequences in the fetish community, as seen through the lens of my imagination. I do hope you enjoy, and I'll be back with more story next week.

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ONE WEEK AT WOLF LAKE
DAY THREE: WILD WEDNESDAY
CONTAMINATION: 55%

Linda Connor packed the last few things back into her picnic basket, stood up, and folded the blanket she'd been sitting on. “Okay, ladies. Time to pack up and get moving. We don't want to be late for the matinee.” The five other women sitting in the circle began stuffing things into coolers, lunchboxes, and baskets. She smiled relaxedly as she reflected on how well this group of theirs was doing. The six women were all in their late twenties or early thirties, they all didn't have to work, and they were all married to Talbot-Lucian executives (which was how they'd met). Instead of sitting at home alone and bored all week while their husbands worked, they got together one or two days a week for group activities, usually involving getting fresh air and being out of the house for a while. Today, since the weather was so nice, they'd gone to the park for a picnic and were going to the movies.

“What are we going to see again?” asked Hannah Archer, absently brushing crumbs off her skirt.

“That new one with Julia Roberts. Um... I don't remember what it's called, give me a second...”

Joanna Ross grinned slyly. “Wait, don't tell me. It has that guy in it, and it's about that place, where that thing happens, right, Linda?”

“Oh, knock it off, Joanna. You know I'm terrible with titles,” Linda replied.

“Yeah, I know. We've been doing this for four months now and we still don't have a name for our little club, here.”

“Not this again. Nobody can come up with a good idea. Anyway, why do we need to name it? This isn't some formal gathering.”

“Hey, I had a good idea. Not my fault you wouldn't use it,” Joanna said, grinning even wider.

“We're not calling it 'The Stepford Womens' Association,' already.” She sighed. “Look, I don't remember the name of the movie, okay? It's that romantic comedy that just came out last week.”

“Another chick flick?” moaned Cristi Parker. “Can't we go see something with car chases and explosions for a change?”

“You're such a tomboy, Cristi,” said Pamela Palmer, smoothing out her sundress as she stood up. “Nobody else here likes those brainless action films.”

“You're just jealous because my husband doesn't get bored with the movies I like. And for your information, not all action films are brainless. For that matter, not that many romantic comedies are intelligent,” snapped Cristi.

“Such as?”

“Compare the Terminator or Indiana Jones films to, say, that damn Paris Hilton movie, or pretty much anything on Lifetime,” Cristi sneered. “Besides, you like those stupid slasher movies, so who are you to talk?”

“Knock it off, you two. We don't have time to stand around arguing,” said Linda as she started crossing the open field to where they'd parked.

“Hey, does anyone else hear that?” The group turned to look at Marion Allen, who had her head cocked to one side and was peering around the field with a curious expression on her face.

“Hear what, Marion? I don't hear anything,” said Joanna.

Hannah frowned. “I think I do. Kind of, I don't know, like a hissing sound? What is that?”

Something clicked in Marion's head. “Uh-oh. I think we'd better—“

She was interrupted by a sudden burst of loud hissing, gurgling noises as the park's sprinkler system kicked on. The group of women shrieked and almost as one dropped their belongings and sprinted toward their cars, getting drenched along the way. When they cleared the field and reached the cars, they all stopped, out of breath from the sudden exertion. They were all thoroughly soaked and dripping everywhere. Their wet clothes clung to their skin and their hair was plastered flat against their heads.

“Dammit!” snapped Cristi. Her ball cap had fallen off her head during her run. “We're soaked! Does anyone have any towels or anything?”

Linda put up her hands in a placating gesture. “Calm down, Cristi. I'm sure someone will have something.”

“I hope so. It's not like I brought a change of clothes,” Pamela said miserably.

Unfortunately, a quick search of the parked vehicles turned up no towels or anything else that might be useful.

“Well, I guess we're out of luck,” muttered Cristi.

“It's not the end of the world, you know,” said Joanna. “Why are you so concerned about getting wet, anyway? It's not like you to be fussy about your looks or anything.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” Cristi said sharply.

“Whoa, whoa, I didn't mean anything by it. Geez.”

Cristi rolled her eyes and sighed. “Forget it. Sorry, I'm just irritable. I hate being stuck in wet clothes.”

“You know, it's funny,” Marion said after a moment. “I don't think we got as wet as we thought. My hair doesn't even feel wet.”

“That's weird. Me too,” said Linda. “But I could have sworn we got drenched.”

Hannah shrugged. “It's not like we got caught in a sudden rainstorm, or a...or a...” She trailed off. Her friends turned to look and noticed that her attention seemed to be fixated on her wedding ring. She was staring at it as if it were some previously undiscovered species of bug that she had just found crawling on her hand. As they watched it, the golden band went plink! and simply snapped in half and fell off. Hannah's eyes went wide with surprise, but the other women stopped paying attention as they felt their own bands clamping their ring fingers viciously. In moments, the other five bands followed the same sequence, breaking apart and falling off their owners' hands. None of them knew what to make of the bizarre event, but before they could try to get a grip, they all heard another strange sound, a kind of ripping sound, followed by a pained exclamation from Hannah.

Looking down, they all saw the ripping noise was coming from the plain white canvas of her tennis shoes. The tops of the shoes were splitting right down the middle from tongue to toe, revealing her feet, which looked oddly larger and seemed to be causing the shoes to bulge outward. Hannah wasn't alone in this either; the rest of the group soon felt pressure from their own shoes, accompanied by a chorus of sounds of destruction. The distinctive crackling of velcro coming undone could be heard from Marion's sandals as the straps pulled themselves open. A machine-gun series of pops came as the laces on Pamela's sneakers broke in quick succession. Joanna's toes were pushing outward from the open-toed flats she wore, causing a tear to form down the sides even as the heel split open. The rear straps on Linda's crocs broke away accompanied by the sounds of the rubber stretching. Cristi had opted for simple flip-flops; she watched as the thongs popped free of the bottoms, then broke away at the sides. The stunned women looked up from their unexpectedly bare feet and destroyed shoes, to the angry red welts on their left ring fingers, and finally around at each other's shocked faces.

“Okay, that was weird,” Joanna said finally, breaking the silence. “I've never heard of shoes or wedding rings self-destructing. What the hell is this?”

“Beats me. I think it's stopped now, though,” Marion replied.

“Um...not so sure about that, Marion...” Pamela gestured at Hannah.

The blond woman looked confused. “What? What's...” She looked down to where Pamela was pointing. “Ohmigod!” Under the long-sleeved white blouse, Hannah's breasts were visibly growing, rapidly pressing against the front of her garment and causing it to start pulling apart, straining against the buttons that held it closed. The crystal pendant she wore was rising up above her swelling chest. She looked up at her friends, astonished. “How is this—aaagh!” She finished with a strangled cry as the gold chain that held the crystal squeezed tight against her throat. A look of panic registered briefly on her features before the chain snapped and the crystal dropped out of sight within her increasingly deep cleavage. The other women, beginning to detect a pattern, looked down at their own endowments, and surely enough, they were all developing larger breasts. This was most noticeable on Cristi, who was normally a 34B. The loose-fitting t-shirt she had on wasn't so loose-fitting anymore, as her engorging mounds were lifting it up and pushing it outward. The entire group was starting to feel pinched by their clothes. Linda and Joanna were the only other women wearing necklaces, and they, too, were nearly choked by them before the chains snapped. Linda's necklace also disappeared down her shirt, but Joanna's much smaller and lighter pendant went flying off when the necklace broke.

The next sound to be heard over the noises of fabric under stress was a creaking. The group's attention turned to Hannah yet again. The belt at the waist of her white skirt was creaking as it pulled against the buckle. In seconds, it tore, leaving the belt hanging loosely from the loops. The failure of this restraint was simultaneous with tears appearing in the seams at the sides of her blouse, both near the waist and around her sleeves. Right after that, the buttons at the front of the blouse shot off rapid-fire, exposing a white bra that was a few cup sizes too small and was consequently overflowing with boob flesh and creating deep chasm where the two orbs were squashed together in the middle. Her friends suddenly realized they were looking up—somehow Hannah's chest was higher than everyone else's eye level, and still rising! As they continued to watch, she rose higher and higher, almost twice as tall as the other women on the field.

“What's happening to me?” she cried, panic evident in her voice and expression. Her friends merely looked on in slack-jawed amazement as her unexplained growth continued. “Aaah!” came her pained shout as she looked down to see her formerly long sleeves creeping up her arms and tightening. They reached a point a little below her elbows and seemed stuck; seconds later, the seams split apart as the top of the sleeves ripped off at the shoulders. The stretched and torn bits of fabric fluttered to earth as she darted her gaze from one seemingly shrinking friend to another, unsure how any of them could help her but seeking aid anyway. The waist of her skirt was so tight it felt like it was cutting off her circulation, but after a few painful moments—SNAP! There was a loud sound from behind her and she felt the skirt jerk forward. She could feel a slowly-growing tear moving down the back, revealing her panties. She felt as much as heard another SNAP! from the middle of her back; a split-second later she found out what had given way when her bra shot off her burgeoning breasts, trailing a broken clasp and torn straps behind it as it fell to the ground. Her growing melons easily pushed aside the torn-open blouse and she was exposed to her startled friends.

Hannah shrieked in embarrassment and put an arm across her breasts, which had the effect of destroying the shoulder seams. The shredded blouse dropped away from her, leaving her feeling even more naked, but her humiliation was briefly pushed out of her mind when she noticed that her breasts felt huge—they seemed to have gained at least a few cup sizes in the last few minutes! Her thoughts turned right back to embarrassment when the rip in her skirt finished its southbound trip and the ruined item with its broken belt rained down to join the growing pile of fabric scraps on the ground. She was now totally nude except for her white cotton panties, which had inexplicably not ripped apart yet...though she could feel them gradually shrinking on her as her perspective continued to rise and her ass seemed to be filling out disproportionately faster than the rest of her. They stretched out around her blossoming derriere, getting thinner and thinner until they looked like a thong...and then her growth stopped.


Still not really believing what had happened, Hannah looked around for a moment and realized she was eye level with some of the treetops. She shook her head as if trying to clear it and felt her blond hair brush against her naked back. Evidently it had grown, too. She stared down at her friends. Way down. From her perspective, her friends only stood about as tall as her knees. “What the hell? What just happened?” she shouted. “Sorry,” she said in a lower tone as the group of women covered their ears. It occurred to her shortly to wonder why, exactly, she was still looking down at her friends. “Wait. Why did this only happen to me?”

[Mr Wayne]

Qzar9999,

Heaven. ;-). Hurry back soon!