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

[Mr Wayne]

Originally Posted by MinMax

normally i only lurk but today i thought to tell you this is the best stories I have read on this entire website.

keep up the great work more more more.

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MinMax,

Well said. Well said. B-)

[qzar9999]

Man, that's 2 lurkers who've broken their silence to appreciate my story. I feel special. ^_^ Not that there's anything wrong with your glowing praise, Volfsbayne, but it's nice to have proof that there's more than one person still reading my story!

Here's some more plot, mostly, though a miniGTS does show up.

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“...you'll see.”

“You're seriously sticking to this crazy story? Why won't you just admit this is some kind of bizarre joke?”

“For the last time, Will, I'm telling the truth!” Carla snapped, pulling open the door to Dr. Matthews' office and gesturing for Will to enter. “Just have a look inside and tell me there aren't a bunch of teenage Amazons in there.”

Will peered through the doorway, looking around at the waiting area. “Okay. There aren't a bunch of teenage Amazons in there.”

“What?!” Carla pushed him aside and stepped through the doorway to find the waiting area empty. Even Coach Summers and the small group of concerned parents who had accompanied the girls were nowhere to be found. “They were right here, I swear! What happened?”

Will chuckled to himself. “Babe. Give it up already.”

She shot him a meaningful look. “One. More. Remark. And I'll slap you,” she spat. She pushed open the door that led to the patient area of the building. “Maybe they're still in the exam rooms.”

Leaving Will in the waiting room, she walked down the hall, knocking on the doors of all four examination rooms before opening them, but they were all empty. Perplexed and annoyed, she opened the door to the doctor's office and looked in. “Doctor Matthews?”

He was on the phone, facing off to the side, and he held up a hand to silence her. “Yes, sir. I'll be sure to send any more cases there right away, and I'll be sure to keep you informed if I run across anything else you need to know. Yes, sir. I'll call you back if anything else comes up.” So saying, he hung up the phone and turned to her. “Hello, Carla. I hope you had a good lunch.”

“I'm sorry to bother you, Bruce. That sounded important,” she said. “Was that about the patients we've had today?”

“Yes. I was on the phone with the chief of medicine at Lakeview General.” He paused for a moment, seeming to gather his thoughts. “Due to the, uh, unusual condition of the young ladies who've visited us today, I felt that the facilities and diagnostic equipment at the hospital would be more useful for treatment. I referred the girls and their families there. If any similarly afflicted women arrive at my office, please notify me and send them along to the hospital with my recommendation, would you?” He smiled at her from behind his desk.

“Certainly, sir,” she replied. She recalled what she had wanted to ask him about earlier and hesitated for a moment, unsure about bringing it up.

After she'd stood in his doorway for a few awkward seconds, he cleared his throat. “Was there something you needed, Carla?”

“Sorry, sir. Lost in thought for a second there. I was just wondering...do you think what happened to those girls could've somehow been caused by something in the water?”

A brief flicker of something she couldn't identify crossed his face, but he quickly resumed a neutral expression. “Something in the water? What makes you say that?”

“Well, all these girls have the same problem, so it seems likely that it comes from the same source,” she said, trying to make it sound sensible without sounding like she was trying to be a smartass. “I was wondering at lunch what the three groups all had in common and I couldn't think of anything at first, but then I remembered hearing Darla Morgan say they changed right after some girls dumped a bucket of water on them as a prank. The swim team would obviously be exposed to water in the pool and when they showered before swimming, and a few of the volleyball players said their problems started right after practice on Monday—and they probably hit the showers after practice. All exposed to the water in the school's plumbing, and all in less than 24 hours,” she finished.

Bruce stared at her from behind the desk. He seemed uncertain of how to reply at first, but shortly he said, “It's an interesting theory, Carla, I'll give you that. But if that were the case, I'd expect to see more of these bizarre cases of gigantism. I'm sure a lot of students are exposed to the school's water on a daily basis—the drinking fountains, for instance.”

“The drinking water in the school has a filtration system, though,” she replied. “Maybe it catches the...whatever is causing this. It could only possibly get through in a fountain with a broken filter, and they get checked regularly.”

Again that brief flicker of emotion on his features. “Be that as it may, I don't think that's the likely culprit; it's probably something else in the school environment. And in any case those girls are now being treated by Lakeview; they'll have a much better chance at identifying the problem than I would here on my own. I'm sure if they find cause for concern they'll notify the school promptly.” At her look of concern, he sighed. “Look, if it bothers you that much, I'll be sure to pass your suspicion on to the staff at the hospital. Perhaps they can pursue that avenue of thought further.”

“Thank you, sir.” Carla turned to go, but remembered that Will was waiting up front to see the giant teenagers who now weren't here. “Um...if you don't mind...my boyfriend is here and—well, could you tell him about what's happening to these women so he doesn't think I'm crazy?”

Bruce frowned at her. “Carla. You're aware that I can't discuss anything about a patient's condition without their express consent. That would be a violation of confidentiality.” His frown deepened. “And although you aren't a doctor, you're still bound by that same principle.”

“Doctor, I didn't give out any names or any specifics or anything,” she replied nervously. “I just gave him a general idea of what's been going on. You might say I told him the symptoms of the disease without telling him who has it.”

He still looked displeased. “Nevertheless. I don't intend to share information about my patients to satisfy someone's personal curiosity. Now, if that's all, I do have some paperwork to attend to.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, crestfallen. Dammit. Now how can I prove anything to Will? She returned to the waiting room to see him leaning against the front desk, an infuriatingly smug smile on his face.

“Nobody back there?” he said. She ignored him as she stepped behind the desk and sat down. He leaned over the desk. “No Amazing Colossal Teenagers or super-sized varsity girls?”

“Will. Please. I'm having a bad enough day as it is. At this point I don't care if you don't believe me, but one more fucking snide remark and you're sleeping on the couch for a month,” she said coldly, glaring at him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone walk by the glass front door of the office facing down the street, holding up his phone like he was taking pictures, a look of fascination on his face.

He looked genuinely surprised. “Whoa. Babe. Are you seriously mad at me for this?” Dimly, she was aware of some commotion in the street outside, but he drew her attention away from it when he spoke again. “I mean, I wouldn't expect you to carry a joke this far, but surely you can understand why I'm having trouble believing a word of this. Especially given your little hangup about height.” He held up his hands placatingly. “I'm sorry. Really. I'll stop teasing you about it if it's going to upset you this badly.”

Carla sighed wearily. “I get it, Will. I admit it's hard to believe. And it's not just you, this has been stressing me out all day. But I would hope that--” She was interrupted by a loud, harsh squealing of brakes in the street in front of the office. “What the hell is going on outside?”

“I'll go check it out,” Will replied. He strode purposefully to the front door and pushed it open, looking around for the source of the trouble. “What's happening?” he shouted, but a moment later he did a double-take off to his right. His jaw fell open in surprise as his eyes widened.

“Will? Honey? What is it?” Carla called from the desk. He didn't move or respond, continuing to stare open-mouthed at whatever had his attention. “Will! Hello?!” Annoyed, she stepped around the desk, but just then he began walking backward into the waiting area. She started to ask him again what the situation was, but stopped short when a giant head of red hair appeared in the top of the door frame. Two enormous hands clutched either side of the frame near the top for balance as a woman stepped through. She was so big she had to bend double to fit through the door; Will was probably staring at the incredible tits that hung down in front of her, barely restrained by what looked like sheets. When she got through the door, she couldn't stand all the way up in the waiting area. Carla realized that this was the biggest woman she'd seen yet today, larger even than Susan Knox or the swim team girls.

The enormous redhead glanced back and forth between Carla and Will, who looked like he kept trying to say something but couldn't get any words out and was still staring in shock at the giantess. Finally settling on Carla and smiling at her, she spoke. “Hi. I'm Ruby Miller. I called earlier, but you didn't believe me? I mean I guess I don't blame you, but I thought I'd come here in person to see the doctor and show you what I was talking about. I'd have been here sooner, but I couldn't fit in my car...” She glanced again at Will, slightly concerned. “Um. Is he going to be okay?”

Will finally gave up his attempt at speaking and collapsed heavily into a chair, looking dazed. “He'll be fine,” Carla said in a sugary-sweet tone, beaming at him for a moment.

[topcat37]

excellent story!Thanks

[qzar9999]

And now, the moment you've all been waiting for!

...Well, some of you, at least, I guess? Ahem. Anyway. The remaining two women from the group in the park are ready to make their big debut! So here's the next part of my story: Giantess 911!

Other than jollyjack's classic "Call Centre," I don't believe I've seen or read anything else involving a woman growing while trying to carry on a phone conversation. I think it turned out pretty good; hopefully you guys enjoy it too.

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“Paramedics?” Cristi cried incredulously. “How, exactly, do you think they'll be able to help us? I can't imagine this is something they've trained for!”

“Well, no,” Linda admitted. “But obviously something is wrong with us, and I think getting medical attention is the smart thing in this situation. They might at least have a better idea of what to do about this than anything we can come up with.” She sighed. “Besides, I can't think of anything else to do. So unless you have a better idea...”

Cristi seemed about to speak, but stopped herself. “No...I guess not,” she said after a few moments. “But what are you going to tell them? I mean if you just say 'we're growing into giants' they're not going to believe you. I mean, I can barely believe it, and I'm standing right here. This is something right out of a science fiction movie.”

“I don't know,” Linda replied, exasperated. “I'll have to think of something.” She pressed three digits and SEND.

“911. What is the nature of your emergency?” a professional-sounding female voice answered.

At that precise moment, Linda got a strange tingling sensation throughout her body. She could feel her clothes shifting around her and saw her perspective beginning to climb. Trying to stay focused, she spoke to the operator. “We need medical help. We're in the parking lot by Willow Park and we're...um...” she paused for a second, trying to think of how to describe the bizarre situation. “Um. There are six of us, and we're all...sick. Really sick. And I think it might be contagious.”

“You're sick?” replied the operator. “What sort of symptoms are you experiencing? How severe is it?”

Linda felt a rasping sensation moving down her stomach; she looked down to see her breasts, already larger than normal, pushing out the front of her white tank top. The half-closed zipper of the light red windbreaker she'd worn over it was being forced open as her boobs swelled and shoved the sides of the jacket apart. “Symptoms? Ah...well...we're having weird swelling all over our bodies...”

“Oh, god, Linda, it's happening to me too!” Cristi shouted. There was something odd about her tone, though. She didn't sound scared or nervous. If Linda didn't know better she'd think the other woman seemed almost...eager.

Ignoring Cristi for now, Linda returned her attention to the phone call. “We're also—aaah!” she cried, startled, as the strap of her purse, slung diagonally over her torso, pulled taut around her growing form and constricted her chest. “Ow! We're having shooting pains in different places. Sometimes really bad. And, uh, trouble breathing...” she added, as the leather band drew tighter and tighter, squeezing her painfully. After several seconds, the strap could take no more and snapped violently off, dropping her purse to the ground and mercifully relieving the pressure. “Although that comes and goes...”

Linda stopped talking for a moment, her focus drawn to Cristi. Normally, she dressed and acted very much like a tomboy; little to no makeup, t-shirts and jeans or jean shorts, strawberry blonde hair cut short and usually pulled up in a ponytail and/or worn under a ballcap. Between that, her thin, angular facial features, and her somewhat flat figure, she'd even been mistaken for a man on occasion. The bizarre growth affecting them had changed all that.

Cristi's cap had fallen off during their run to the cars; now, she reached up and quickly removed the band keeping her hair up in a ponytail, letting the reddish-gold curls cascade down past her shoulders (which, Linda realized, meant her hair had already grown a few inches longer). Her hair also appeared thicker and more lustrous. She had her eyes closed and a smile on her face; her lips looked fuller and rounder, and her features had softened slightly, giving her face a more feminine appearance overall. Her breasts had grown earlier when all of them had; now, Linda could see them swelling further, stretching the message on her t-shirt to the point of the “Keep Calm” over her tits being unreadable even as the “Don't Blink” crept higher above her belly. Cristi's jean shorts were starting to bulge under the assault of the new curves her hips were developing. As Linda watched, she threw her head back and moaned, reaching up to cup her growing boobs through the shirt, as heedless of anyone staring at her as Joanna had been.

“Are you still there, ma'am?” said the operator, jolting Linda back to the task at hand.

“Sorry, I was distracted by my friend, she's...ah...getting worse,” said Linda, still facing Cristi's growing form. “She's having--” she hesitated, not sure how to phrase her friend's actions. “--Spasms, or something,” she finished lamely. Her attention was returned to her own predicament a second later when she felt a sharp pain in her hips. The light blue skirt she'd worn was rising up her thighs and drawing taut around her waist. She put her free hand down along the waistband, unthinkingly trying to relax its tightening grip on her, and gasped when she felt behind her. Her ass had grown bigger and rounder, lifting the skirt further up and straining her panties.

“Sorry, I'm just having more pain and swelling—oh!” she cried into the phone as the zipper of the windbreaker, stuck at the bottom, finally snapped from the increasing pressure of her growing chest. The jacket flew open, showing a tank top that had been relatively modest that morning but now only covered her breasts, stretched across the enlarging mammaries like a band. Its straps quickly snapped as her expansion continued, showing the tightly-drawn, pale yellow straps of her bra. Amazed at the size of her breasts—probably an E at least—she felt one as if she hardly believed it was hers. The pleasant tingle she felt when she squeezed it confirmed it was all her. “Uh...it seems we also are experiencing... increased sensitivity...mmm,” she bit down on a moan as she couldn't resist the urge to caress her growing tit one more time. No wonder Joanna and Cristi gave in, that feels good.

Cristi's moaning was considerably less stifled, and a very loud one drew Linda's attention back to her friend. “Oh, God!” she practically screamed, gripping her blossoming boobs under the incredibly tight shirt. Her nipples were plainly visible through the taut fabric as she pinched them between her fingers. “They're so big, and so sensitive...” The sleeves of her t-shirt were already barely past her shoulders; as Linda watched, her arm motions destroyed the seams and the sleeves fell apart.

She heard a loud ripping noise and lowered her gaze to see that Cristi's hips, growing out of proportion to the rest of her, were splitting the sides of her jean shorts. The legs of the garment were barely past her thighs, and bare skin was showing through the holes in the sides. Linda was a little surprised to see a dark spot of wetness in the center of the shorts; Cristi must really be enjoying her growth. “Bigger...bigger!” she shouted, sliding one hand down her belly to rub the front of her shorts.

Linda's jaw dropped at hearing that, but she was diverted from Cristi when she felt another distracting sensation from her own clothes. Her panties, pulled by her swelling hips, had slid up inside her pussy in front and were giving her a wedgie in back. The simultaneous discomfort and pleasure were impossible to ignore, but she did her best to speak into the shrinking phone in her hand. It was now far too small to line up properly with her head, so she put it in front of her mouth. “We're also feeling hot—um, I mean feverish,” she amended, absently stroking herself with her free hand before realizing what she was doing. She forced herself to stop that and tried to occupy her hand by feeling for her skirt; she found the formerly knee-length item now only covered about as much of her as the waistband of her shrinking underwear. She automatically tried to tug it back down and only succeeded in snapping the waist, causing the ruined skirt to fall off of her.

She tried to put the phone back to her ear to hear the operator's response and noticed how constricted her arms felt. The sleeves of the windbreaker had slid up past her elbows but could go no further; they encased her growing arms like a sausage skin. “I'm losing circulation in my limbs!” she said urgently into the phone. She suddenly felt a tickling in the middle of her back and was confused by it briefly, but the mystery was solved when her tank top flew off her growing breasts, trailing strings where it had torn in half behind her. Linda immediately felt better and realized the top had been holding back her breathing for the past few minutes.

Needing to feel more relief, she forced her free hand into the crushingly tight sleeve of her windbreaker as far as she could and flexed her fingers. The stitching couldn't take the additional pressure, and the sleeve ripped quickly, freeing her huge arm from its cloth prison. She switched the phone to her other hand and repeated the process with the opposite sleeve, ridding herself of the shrinking jacket. She felt something brush against her back and found that her wavy black hair had grown until it was most of the way down her back. The failure of her windbreaker left her standing in only a matching set of too-small pale yellow lingerie. It seemed to be trying to keep pace with her, as Hannah's had, but since her ass and her tits were growing bigger than the rest of her she was still overwhelming the underwear. It would only be a matter of time before she was nude like most of the rest of them...

Not that that idea even remotely bothers her, she thought, looking over at Cristi again. The blond was still blatantly groping herself, one hand rolling an ever-larger nipple while the other rubbed firmly against the wet front of her tightening jean shorts. Linda noticed that she could see a black thong through the open front of the shorts and briefly wondered if they had torn on their own or if she had done it herself. Either way, she seemed to be getting more excited the bigger she got. Linda realized after a moment that her friend was repeating “bigger” over and over, like a chant. As she watched, Cristi continued to get what she was asking for in spades.

Her growing curves shredded the sides of the shorts and they dropped away, facilitating her activities, and she wasted no time taking advantage of it, slipping one finger into her lower lips and stroking her clit through the thin material of her stretched underwear. After a few seconds, the waistband popped and the broken thong was pushed away by her questing fingers. The rips in her t-shirt had spread outward from the sleeves, creeping steadily along the seams as her body became too big for it to contain. The shoulders went first, dropping the top half of the shirt down past her breasts. Linda noticed that Crist's black bra sat lightly atop her breasts, not covering them at all as her growth had long since destroyed it. The blond took a moment to brush away the ruined bra before getting back to work on her breast. After a few moments, her continued ascension pulled the rest of the shirt apart and it fell from her, leaving her nude. Not that she even noticed or cared, preoccupied as she was.

Linda looked quickly between Cristi and Joanna, still somewhat in shock about their open public masturbation, and realized she should mention that to the 911 operator as well. “Look, my friends are...acting strange. They're not all here,” Linda said into the now-tiny phone. She was having to gently hold it pinched between her fingers, fearful of putting too much pressure on it and crushing the device, which looked smaller than an aspirin to her. “Please! Just send some ambulances or something!” She held the miniature phone up to her ear, waiting for the operator's response.

“I have ambulances en route to you,” replied the woman on the other end. “Please try to remain calm, ma'am. And you don't need to shout, I can hear you at normal speaking volume,” she added.

“What do you mean?” Linda asked, before realization struck. “Oh, right, sorry! I didn't realize how loud I would be at this size.”

“What was that, ma'am?” came the confused reply.

“Oh. Um, nothing, nothing,” she answered, not wanting to even attempt to explain any of the insanity that was happening to her and her friends. She realized she and Cristi were roughly eye-level with the rest of the group, so she assumed her growth had stopped. She was surprised to see her panties and bra were still on, though her tits had grown so large that mounds of flesh were overflowing the cups all around and it wasn't covering much more than her nipples. The discomfort was much worse than being a little more exposed, she reasoned, so she gripped the bra in her huge fingers and tore it off. The panties were barely covering anything, either, but she left them on, making her and Hannah the only ones wearing anything at all.

“Ma'am, the EMTs will be there in about five minutes. Do you need me to stay on the line?”

“No, thank you. We'll keep an eye out for them,” Linda replied. She tried to hang up the phone, but only managed to drop the itty-bitty object from her hand, two stories in the air. “Great,” she mumbled.

[qzar9999]

Hey, you guys remember Vanessa?

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Vanessa gasped as she let go of the waist of her jeans. She groaned in frustration at her continued inability to fasten the closure. “Dammit!”

From his seated position on the bed, Jake sighed. “Babe. For the tenth time, you don't HAVE to wear that particular pair of jeans.”

“I told you, Jake, they make my ass look fantastic and I want to wear them for our date!” She gripped the button again and strained to pull it closed.

“Well, hon, that's the problem with jeans that fit you so tight. They're impossible to get on if you put on even...” he trailed off when he saw the murderous glare she was giving him. “Um. I mean. Your ass looks great without those,” he corrected hastily. “Can you please just pick something else? We're going to be late for the movie if we have to wait much longer.”

“I can get it!” she snapped. “I've almost--” She was interrupted by a loud tearing sound. Jake glanced at the waist of her jeans and saw that her continued pulling at the fabric had ripped it. Vanessa's face flushed and she let out a wordless growl of anger. “Not one word if you know what's good for you,” she said, glaring at him again. “Well, I guess I have to pick something else now.” She stepped into the closet and he could hear her moving things around. Figuring she'd be a few minutes, he brought out his phone to double-check the movie time.

Shortly, he heard her step back into the room. He looked up from the article he'd been reading and his jaw dropped. She was wearing a form-fitting black dress. A noticeable amount of cleavage was showing up top; in fact, between the dress and whatever bra she was wearing her tits looked bigger than usual. The dress hugged every curve of her hips and fell less than halfway down her thigh; she had a lot of leg showing, and the heels she was wearing only accentuated them.

“Well, how do I look?' she said with a smile.

The only response he could think of that was appropriate was an appreciative whistle. “You're gorgeous, hon,” he said, rising to approach her. He gave her a hug and a kiss, then pulled back with a puzzled look on his face.

“What?” she asked, seeing his expression.

“You're...it's weird, but you seem...taller,” he replied, still looking at her strangely.

“Jake, honey...I'm wearing heels...” she said with exaggerated slowness.

“Yeah, I know...it's just...” he frowned. “I dunno. Have you worn those heels before? How high are they?”

She was about to answer when her phone rang. Picking it up from the dresser, she looked at the caller ID and frowned. “Sorry, Jake, I have to take this. It's Carla, might be important.” She pressed the answer button and held it to her ear. “Hello?”

“Van, hey,” came her friend's voice. “How are things?”

“Oh, I'm fine, thanks,” she replied. “Just about to go out for the night with Jake,” she added pointedly.

“Oh! Sorry to interrupt. I'll get right to it, then,” Carla responded. “You remember how you asked me to keep an eye out for any, ah, unusual health problems related to water exposure?”

Vanessa instantly switched her full attention to the call. “You've seen something?”

“Oh, yeah,” Carla said, an edge in her voice. “I've seen something, alright. Something like I've never seen before.”

“....Okay, so?” Vanessa prompted after a few seconds of silence.

“Oh, sorry. It's just...it's going to sound crazy.” Carla sighed heavily. “But no sense beating around the bush. A bunch of women—only women, oddly—came in to Bruce's office today, and they're...well, they're bigger.”

“Bigger?” she replied, confused. “What do you mean, bigger?”

“Like, I dunno, just, bigger. They're taller, bigger breasts, more curves...they've turned into Amazons, basically. They're all over seven feet tall, a few of them are even bigger than that.”

Vanessa started to scoff at the idea...then she thought about how odd she'd felt the past few days. Favorite clothes felt too tight or too short. The feeling of wrongness or being out of place everywhere she went. The unexplained awkwardness that had recently appeared in her and Jake's physical contact. Looking down at herself, she realized that even now, the dress she was wearing showed much more of her breasts (did they look bigger?) and didn't come as far down her legs as it was supposed to, and her heels felt tighter than usual. She felt her blood chill at the realization that somehow, she had been affected too. Only mildly, apparently, because there was no way she was over seven feet tall, but still...she'd been contaminated.

“Hello? Earth to Van! Still there?” Carla said. Belatedly Vanessa became aware that she'd been dead silent on the phone.

“Oh. Uh, sorry, Carla. Just got lost in thought for a second,” she replied, trying to make herself focus on the conversation. “And you're sure it was caused by the water?”

“No, I'm not sure,” she answered. “All the women could've been exposed to the water, and it's the only thing I could think of that might be a common element, but when I mentioned it to Bruce he didn't seem to think my idea, heh, held water.”

“Well, let's not rule it out just yet.” Vanessa swallowed nervously. “So, just out of curiosity, did you notice any, um, detrimental health effects? I mean, was anything else wrong with the women?”

“No, nothing. Other than their unusual size, they all seemed to be the picture of health.” She paused for a moment before adding “Why do you ask?”

“No reason! Just wondering,” said Vanessa a little too quickly. “That's just kind of a weird thing to happen, didn't know if there might be other issues you noticed, that's all.” Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Jake looking at his watch. “Listen, Carla, thank you so much for keeping an eye out for me. You'll let me know if anything else comes up?”

“Sure, Van. Have a good date night.”

Vanessa ended the call, heart pounding in anxiety. Carla had said nothing else was wrong with the women. She'd only been exposed very faintly, it seemed. There was no reason to panic. Thinking these things over and over wasn't helping her calm down. She briefly considered canceling her plans with Jake, but stopped herself. Really, a movie could probably give me a nice distraction for a little while. Willing herself to relax, she gave Jake a bright smile that she didn't really feel. “Sorry, hon. I hope I wrapped that up quickly enough for you. Ready to go?”

“What was that about?” he asked. “You seemed upset for a minute there.”

“I'm fine, Jake. I'll tell you all about it in the car. Now let's go or we're gonna be late.”

[make_her_grow]

Yeah, I wondered about her. Good stuff. Hopefully she either was more exposed than she thinks or she GETS even more exposed.

Also, would it be possible for the 20 something ft ladie friends to be dosed with another round of the sprinkler system?

[Expander]

Awesome story you got there! Kudos!
I really liked a lot the last chapter more subtle/slower growth.
Keep it up!

[qzar9999]

Thanks for the comments, guys! @make: Vanessa getting exposed to a higher dosage? What are the odds of that happening?

Apologies for the delay. I've been sick; an acute case of Batman Fever. Symptoms include sleeplessness, muscle spasms in the hands, difficulty concentrating, and extreme loss of free time. Between Arkham Origins, Halloween with the family, and a couple other things, I'm gonna take a few days off. Before I go, though, have another segment of the story. Enjoy!

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Mike Murphy gripped his radio and pressed the talk key as he put the ambulance in park. “Dispatch, this is EMT unit 7. On scene at the park,” he said before grabbing a small medical kit and exiting the vehicle. His partner, Dave Garrett, stepped around the front to meet him.

“Ready, Mike?”

With a nod, Mike walked briskly toward the park gate. He keyed his radio again. “Dispatch, did the caller say where in the park--”

He stopped talking immediately as he saw something through the trees ahead. At first he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. That couldn't possibly be a human leg taller than he was.

“Mike. Are you seeing what I'm seeing?” Dave said from next to him.

“I, uh...Dave...are you seeing women who look like they're 20 feet tall?”

“Good. It's not just me,” he responded dazedly.

Just then, one of the group, a black-haired woman who was wearing only panties but still more dressed than most of the others, waved an impossibly huge arm at the duo. “Hey! Medic! Over here!”

Mike blinked rapidly several times, trying to gather his wits. He keyed his radio again. “Uh...Dispatch...EMT 7 here. I think...I think we're going to need a few more units on scene, here,” he said. “Have someone bring a blood testing kit.” Considering the condition the women were in, he added after a moment, “And a bunch of tarps or sheets.”

“What's the situation, 7?”

“It's very hard to explain, Dispatch. Look, send the supervisor; he can see it for himself when he gets here.” Releasing the radio, he stepped through the gate toward the giant woman waving at him. Shortly, he realized Dave was still standing at the gate staring. Irritably, he walked back and grabbed his partner's arm. “Wake up, Dave!” he snapped.

“Huh? Oh. Sorry, Mike,” his partner replied after a moment. Shaking his head as if to clear it, he fixed his gray eyes intently on Mike's. “I just got lost in thought for a sec. I mean, seriously—what the hell is going on here? How are they so big?”

“That's what we're here to find out, man.” So saying, Mike once again entered the park gates, glancing behind to make sure the shorter man was following him. The black-haired woman who had waved to them turned her head to track their approach. Mike couldn't help but notice that the other enormous naked women were doing the same. Finally, standing right next to the first woman, he tried to ignore the fact that he only came up to her knee and forced himself to remain calm.

“Hi,” she said. “I'm Linda. I'm the one who called about our...situation.” She gestured at herself and the other huge women. “I didn't really know how to describe it over the phone without you thinking it was a prank or I was crazy,” she added apologetically.

“Hey,” one of the other women—a strawberry blonde—called down to him. “You're kinda cute. What's your name, little guy?”

“Cristi!” Linda hissed. To Mike, she said, “Sorry. A couple of my friends aren't acting normal. I think it's related to what's happened to us.”

“What's happened is that we grew fucking huge,” Cristi interrupted. “And not just our height. Look at my tits!” she said, gazing down at Mike as she hefted her gigantic breasts. “Want a closer look, cutie?”

“Dammit, Cristi! Knock it off!” This from a woman with straight blond hair standing further away from Mike.

“Don't be such a bore, Pam. I've never had a set like this. I wanna play with them. I want a cute guy to play with them! And I loooooove a man in uniform,” said Cristi with a grin. She turned her attention from Mike to Dave. “How about you, stud? Bet you've never seen tits like these before.”

“Cristi, will you shut up? I don't know what's gotten into you but this is not a good time to be thinking about sex!” Linda snapped.

“Prude,” retorted Cristi, sticking out her tongue (which Mike figured to be at least half his size).

Looking up at Linda, he cleared his throat. “Ladies. If I may. We're here to help you.” Noticing that his partner was staring at Cristi's chest, he loudly added, “Isn't that right, Dave?”

Dave jerked guiltily. “Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. Here to help you.”

Mike rolled his eyes. “Consummate professional, you are,” he mumbled. He called up to Linda. “We have more units on the way. Whatever is wrong with you ladies, we'll figure it out.”

“I'm sure we can have you back to your old selves in no time,” Dave added, setting down his medical kit and rummaging around in it.

“We're also going to have something brought for you to wear,” Mike continued.

“That's a relief,” said a woman with wavy blonde hair. She was the only other one who had underwear on, and she hadn't stopped trying to cover herself with her hands the entire time.

“Oh, what's the rush, Hannah?” replied the auburn-haired one next to her. “We're all exposed, you know.” From the corner of his eye, Mike would almost swear she was surreptitiously touching herself.

He addressed Linda again, asking her a few questions about some basic personal info, including her previous height, and writing it down on a pad next to her name. “Alright, so. Normally I'd check your blood pressure, but I'm not sure how to go about it at your size, or even what your normal should be. Considering that, I think the first thing I should probably do is see how much you've grown. Can I get you to lie down for me?” She nodded at him and complied. Even with her lying down, he couldn't see over her body.

“Hey, sexy, want me to lie down for you and let you check my measurements?” Cristi said, leaning over Dave and dangling her massive tits above him. He made a strangled sound and tried very hard to keep his eyes on the equipment he was removing from his medical bag.

“Would you please stop that?” Hannah cried in exasperation.

“....Anyway,” said Mike, looking through his supplies for a tape measure, “Can you tell me more about what happened to you? How did you get like this?”

Linda sighed heavily. “I wish I knew. We were here at the park for a picnic, and we had just finished up and were going to a movie. We headed for our cars, and then the sprinkler system went off and we all got drenched. Right after that we noticed our boobs growing and our feet busting out of our shoes; then the rest of our bodies joined in and we ended up like this,” she said, gesturing at herself.

Mike pinned down the end of the tape at her head and began unrolling it toward her feet. “Were any of you feeling at all ill or strange before this growth occurred?”

“No, not that I know of...anybody feel sick or anything today before this happened?” she called out to the others. They all echoed her sentiment (except for Cristi, who used it as another opportunity to slip in an innuendo).

“Well, you must have been exposed to something in the food, or—Christ, you're nineteen feet tall!” he blurted suddenly. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “I guess it's still sinking in.”

“That's okay,” she said, rising from the ground and brushing herself off. He couldn't help but notice her colossal breasts jiggling with the movement. “I can hardly believe it myself.”

“It is pretty crazy,” he replied. “Well, let me get the info on the others here and we'll see what to do next. There should be a supervisor en route here, and hopefully he'll have a better idea of our course of action.” He turned to the next woman, who'd been silent the entire time and seemed very anxious. “What's your name, ma'am?”

“Marion Allen,” she answered.

“Nice to meet you, Marion, I'm Mike,” he said, trying to put her at ease. “I just need to ask you a few—Dave!”

He ran over to where Cristi lay flat on her back, his partner held against her titanic tits by one massive hand. “Dammit, Dave!” he yelled.

“Don't be mad at him, cutie,” Cristi said, raising her head to smile at him. “I picked him up and put him there.”

“I was powerless to resist!” Dave called from his perch.

“Yes, I'm sure you fought tooth and nail,” Mike said flatly. “Get your ass down from there.”

“Hey, tell her,” replied his coworker. “She's not kidding about picking me up and putting me here.”

“Ma'am...Cristi...” he said to the huge grinning face focused on him, “Would you please put him down? We're trying to help you ladies.”

“What if I don't want help?” she asked, smirking at him. “Maybe I don't want to turn back into a five-foot-nothing flat-chested nobody. Maybe I like being big,” she said, squeezing one of her massive melons again for emphasis.

Deliberately ignoring the spectacle, Mike tried to speak more forcefully (not an easy task, given how intimidating her size was). “Cristi. Look. We don't know what other effects you may experience. What if this makes you really sick? What if it kills you?”

Cristi sighed. At her size it was quite loud. “Spoilsport.” She slid Dave out from between the mounds on her chest and set him down beside her.

Mike turned to his friend, who was grinning like an idiot. “Dave. Think you can keep your head out of her tits long enough to do your job?”

The grin disappeared. “Come on, man. Cut me a break. You can't tell me you haven't even looked. This is incredible!”

“Yes. It is. In fact, it's unique. Which is why we don't know what could happen to them next. They could grow again any minute. Their hearts could stop. Can you PLEASE be a fucking professional here?” he snapped.

“Fine, fine...” Dave grumbled. He turned back to Cristi. “Cristi, I need you to lie flat for me again. No funny business, okay?”

After several minutes, the two men finally had the measurements for all the women. Joanna was the shortest woman, at seventeen and a half feet; the largest one was the twenty-one-foot Hannah. Shortly, the sound of a siren alerted Mike to the arrival of more paramedics. “Excuse me, ladies,” he said, walking toward the park gate. In the parking lot, he saw three more ambulances arriving; stepping out of the lead one was James Green, his shift supervisor. “Hey, James.”

“Mike,” he said gruffly. “Care to explain why you called for assistance without giving us any details on the situation? And why did you need sheets and tarps?”

“Excuse me? Mike?” Marion called. “Did you say they're bringing something for us to wear?”

James had turned to look at the source of the sound; Mike watched his jaw drop as his eyes widened in shock. “I think a better question would be, what are we going to do now?” he said.

[Mr Wayne]

Originally Posted by qzar9999

Thanks for the comments, guys! @make: Vanessa getting exposed to a higher dosage? What are the odds of that happening?

Apologies for the delay. I've been sick; an acute case of Batman Fever. Symptoms include sleeplessness, muscle spasms in the hands, difficulty concentrating, and extreme loss of free time. Between Arkham Origins, Halloween with the family, and a couple other things, I'm gonna take a few days off. Before I go, though, have another segment of the story. Enjoy!

Qzar9999,

Batman fever?! Well... At least it isn't Hello Kitty or something.. pink. Lolol. Enjoy the 'sum' I sent you just now.
You should see the Batman Arkham Asylum and Arkham City gameplay DVDs I made earlier this year. Nothing like watching someone play the game for you and you get to enjoy a thorough playthrough with great quality. Part of my Project: DVD GamerZ. I also have numerous other games on DVD, with my very own specially created DVD Menus.

[make_her_grow]

Nice addition to the story. I was kinda hoping the sprinkler system would dose them again but eh, can't have everything we want can we?

I'm kinda surprised they(the Emergency crew guys ) wouldn't put two and two together about the sprinkler system sooner though. Especially after the one girl already figured out it was about the water.

Keep up with the great work on the story. Everyone deserves a vacation every now and again but I hope we get more soon.

[qzar9999]

I'm not dead, I promise. Full story segment Monday night but here's a quick tease.
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“Alright! How's everybody doing tonight?” she said loudly. A chorus of enthusiastic, if slightly inebriated, cheers came back to her. “Great! So glad to hear you're all having a good time!” More cheering. “My name is Kelly, and I wanna welcome you to tonight's Hooters Wet T-Shirt Contest!”
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[qzar9999]

Sorry for the long delay, folks, but I'm back...finally...

This next part is running really long. You'd think I was enjoying writing about a wet t-shirt contest or something. What a ridiculous notion! So instead of making you wait I'm gonna post it in two pieces. Starting with this one.

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The room was crowded and noisy. Surveying the assembled people (mostly men), Ashley Willis rolled her eyes. Turning back to the man across the table from her, she sighed. “We're not doing this for your birthday again next year, James.”

James Shepard grinned widely at her. “That's okay, hon. I'll have the memories of this one time. And the pictures. And the video.”

“You can be such a pig sometimes,” she replied, shaking her head.

“You love me anyway.”

“Sometimes, you make me wonder why,” she said with a laugh. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement on the stage at the far end of the restaurant. One of the hostesses, a short redhead, was approaching the microphone, her orange shorts and white tank top standing out under the spotlight.

“Alright! How's everybody doing tonight?” she said loudly. A chorus of enthusiastic, if slightly inebriated, cheers came back to her. “Great! So glad to hear you're all having a good time!” More cheering. “My name is Kelly, and I wanna welcome you to tonight's Hooters Wet T-Shirt Contest!” This was met with noticeably louder cheering. “Alright, guys, we're gonna have several lovely ladies up here competing for the chance to win $250, and we're gonna let you judge them!” She grinned at the assembled crowd. “Okay! Let's get the party started! We had the ladies sign up earlier tonight, so if I could have them all come down and gather around the stage...guys, clear a path for 'em...”

“There's your cue!” said James with a broad grin.

“Pig,” Ashley replied with her own smile. “Alright, I'm going, I'm going...” she said, rising from the table. As she walked past him toward the stage, James gave her a quick slap on the ass. “Hey!”

“For luck,” he said quickly, winking at her.

“Don't need luck. I've got these,” she replied, briefly lifting her 36C's through the thin white fabric of her shirt. She turned away again and moved a few steps closer to the stage, turning to glance over her shoulder and shaking her ass in her cutoff jean shorts at him. “See you in a few minutes with the grand prize.”

She strolled confidently toward the stage, swaying her hips for James' benefit since she knew he was watching (and maybe scoring a few bonus points with some of the men in the audience). She found herself in a small group of women standing at the base of the stairs leading up to the stage. She glanced around briefly at her competition as they waited for Kelly to call them up. Closest to her was a blond woman with pale gray eyes and noticeable curves—not just under the white tank top, but in the white shorts she was wearing as well. Looking back up from the woman's prodigious hips, Ashley saw she was looking right at her.

“Nervous?” said the blonde. Her voice seemed to have a faint accent that Ashley couldn't quite place.

“No, not at all,” she answered. When the blonde raised an eyebrow at her, she added, “Well, maybe a little. My boyfriend talked me into doing this.”

“Relax. What's there to be nervous about? You're only getting judged for your tits by a room full of drunken assholes,” she replied with a chuckle. Ashley heard her accent again. Australian, maybe?

“Thanks, that's very reassuring,” Ashley said flatly.

“Heh. I do what I can,” the blonde smiled. “Amanda Larson.”

“Ashley. Ashley Willis,” she replied.

“Nice to meet you, Ashley. Good luck, and may the best rack win!” Amanda said with a wink.

“Good luck to you, too,” she answered, then went back to surreptitiously checking out the other women. She saw a petite Asian woman, noticeably shorter than the rest of them. At a glance, Ashley figured she couldn't be taller than 5'1” and wasn't sporting more than a B-cup under her shirt, which even looked a little loose on her. She's cute, but no competition there, she thought briefly, then mentally chided herself for being rude.

The next woman in line looked young—possibly not even drinking age—and Ashley's attention was immediately drawn to the electric blue highlights throughout her shoulder-length black hair. A moment later she realized the girl's eyes were also a strikingly bright shade of blue; she found herself wondering if the girl wore colored contacts. She even had on a vivid blue thong bikini bottom. No points for guessing her favorite color, then... Ashley realized this girl could be quite a contender. The hair made her highly memorable, her breasts were definitely about a cup size bigger than Ashley's, and she had big nipples that were highly visible even now—never mind when cold water soaked through her thin shirt.

Next to her was a slender woman whose bronze skin and exotic facial features suggested Middle Eastern or Indian descent; she wore a dark purple swimsuit bottom, more modest than the blue-haired girl's but cut in a way that accentuated her long legs. Her midriff was exposed by her shirt, cut off just below her breasts, which Ashley guessed to be close in size to her own. She had violet eyes and long, wavy brown hair that fell past her shoulders. Noticing Ashley's gaze, she smiled faintly at her; Ashley gave her a quick, embarrassed smile and turned to check out the last woman in the group.

She was surprised to see the final contestant was older than the rest of them—she looked like she might be in her mid-thirties. Not that thirty-something was old, really, but she wouldn't think a contest like this would attract many women past about 25. Still. She looks damn good for her age. The woman was taller than the rest of them, likely at least 5'9”, and she looked very toned and athletic, her muscles visible under her skin with even the slightest motion, though not so obvious as to detract from her femininity. She wore a red skirt around her wide hips below a white tank top wrapped tightly around breasts that had to be 38DD if they were an inch—but on her frame they didn't look oversized. Her long, deep red hair was pulled back, held in place by a gold band over her head. She was smiling at the crowd of men, standing in such a way as to display her assets. It looked casual, but Ashley was pretty sure she was doing it on purpose. Hmm. She could be hard to beat...

“Okay!” Ashley's thoughts were interrupted by Kelly at the microphone. The perky redhead had a broad smile on her face as she spoke. “We've got six gorgeous girls gathered here and ready to strut their stuff! Who's ready to meet them?” Enthusiastic cheers went up from the assembled crowd as rock music began to play. Kelly glanced at a list in her hand. “Sounds like you're ready to party! So let's see our first contestant... Talia Ray! Come on up!”

The Indian woman ascended to the stage, her long, lean legs making short work of the steps. She smiled at the audience and strutted back and forth across the stage a few times, walking in a way that really showed off her legs and making sure to turn around slowly to give the crowd a good look at her firm ass, hugged by the swimsuit bottom. At Kelly's direction, she stopped at the far end of the stage and stood with a hand on one hip, smiling.

“Alright! How about a big hand for Talia?” After a few moments of applause, Kelly called the next name on her list. “Next up we have... Kasey Goto! Come here, Kasey!” The Asian woman went up the stairs and immediately surprised Ashley—between the unflattering shirt and her small stature, she'd assumed Kasey wouldn't be very comfortable on the stage, but she played to the crowd well, beaming the whole time as she strolled confidently around, occasionally stopping to teasingly lift the bottom of her shirt and expose her belly. That move got some cheers, but she got even more when she turned facing away from the crown and promptly pulled down the black skirt she'd been wearing to expose a barely-there thong. She kicked the unneeded skirt into the crowd to yet more cheers, then stood next to Talia with a grin. Never judge a book by its cover, I guess... Ashley thought, caught completely off-guard by Kasey's performance.

“Wow, that was...quite a show!” a stunned Kelly uttered after a moment. “Let's hear it for Kasey, guys!” The next name was called, and Lara Tyson turned out to be the blue-haired girl. She stopped in the middle of the stage and did an exaggerated dance to the music—which, appropriately, had changed to “Cherry Pie” just before her turn. She worked her body in time to the beat, getting an obvious reaction from the crowd. Not quite as much reaction as Kasey, but then it's hard to beat dropping your pants on stage. After a few moments, Lara stopped her dance and joined Kasey at the rear of the stage.

Ashley heard her name called next and she stepped up. For one panicked moment she couldn't think of anything to do except walk. You can do this. Pretend it's just for James. She looked to his table, where he was watching the stage in rapt attention. Feeling better, she stood at the front of the stage and struck a pose, smiling coquettishly and blowing kisses at the audience before spinning around and shaking her ass for the crowd. Personally, she thought it looked great in her tight cutoffs, and the cheers from the audience backed her up. Turning back around, she lifted her breasts in her hands, squeezing them together to further cheers. Grinning, she stepped into the lineup next to Lara, hearing the applause for her before Kelly called the next name.

“Amanda Larson! Get your ass up here, girl!” The blonde did exactly that, swaying her generous ass with every step she took up the stairs and across the stage. She sashayed over to the redheaded hostess, turning her back to the audience and bending at the waist before gesturing at Kelly. “You want me to—okay!” she said at Amanda's nod. Kelly pulled her free hand back and gave the blonde's curvaceous ass a smack as she grinned at the cheering crowd. Amanda turned back around and hefted her 38D breasts like Ashley had. Copycat, Ashley thought as the blonde strode over to stand next to her.

“Alright guys, give it up for Amanda! Yeah! And last but not least, we have... Sara Judge! Show us what you've got, Sara!” The fit redhead walked gracefully up the steps, her every movement suggesting an underlying confidence and strength. She sauntered across the stage, slowly rolling her hips and giving the assembled men a sultry smile. She stood in the middle, posed to show off her athletic build, and swayed her huge boobs from side to side before lifting the bottom of her tank top almost high enough to show her nipples. She got quite a bit of applause for that one before she joined the other contestants at the back of the stage.

The six women stood side-by-side, smiling at the audience in their best sexy poses, as Kelly returned to center stage and spoke to the audience again. “Well! Looks like you guys are already enjoying these fine ladies! How about another round of applause for them?” She beamed at the crowd as they complied, then turned as a tall, slim Hooters girl with a blonde ponytail walked up to her carrying a water hose with a sprayer on the end. “But everybody knows that it's not a wet t-shirt contest without the water! Right, Jackie?” she said, motioning to someone offstage as she gripped the water hose and pointed it at the blonde. After a few seconds, the hose went stiff from the water pressure and Kelly squeezed the sprayer, soaking the other girl's top and revealing her nipples, rapidly stiffening from the cold water. Jackie turned and grinned at the crowd, waving as she stepped off to one side of the stage. “Give it up for my friend and fellow Hooters girl Jackie, she's a real sport!” Kelly said as the audience cheered.

“And just to show that I play fair...” So saying, she turned the sprayer on herself, wetting her white shirt and making it cling to her curves. Kelly was short, but she was stacked, and the men in the crowd definitely noticed. “Come on, guys, I'm not in the contest,” she said with a grin. “Let's get these other ladies nice and wet, shall we?” Dragging the hose, she strolled quickly to the far end of the stage and faced Talia, who immediately arched her back and thrust out her chest. “Loving the enthusiasm!” said Kelly as she sprayed Talia's chest. She moved on to Kasey, who adopted a similar pose and rubbed her breasts through the translucent shirt when the water stopped. Kelly moved quickly down the line, drenching the six women before returning to the microphone. Ashley tried not to shiver as the chilly water soaked into her shirt; she wanted to maintain a good show. She noticed that Sara made a particularly impressive sight—her tank top was already clingy before it got wet, and her breasts didn't sag despite their size.

Kelly grabbed the mic again. “Well guys, we got them wet; time to move on to--”