Obsessive Growth a new Magnus story

[magnus knight]

Been quiet too long, so here is the beginning of something new and different. Hope you like it, updates will come soon, as this will be an ongoing story. Comments welcome, and always remember to dream big.

Obsessive Growth
By, Magnus Knight

[The following story is pure fiction; any relation to real people or places is purely coincidence. All descriptions involving any nudity, sexual situations, and violence are fictional characters 18 years of age or older.]

It always seems to start on the internet, everything finds its way online sooner or later, not matter how small or big the story is, fact or fiction, conspiracy or just the musings of the mentally unbalanced, it all will find its way to our great depository of modern electronic insanity, the internet. That’s where I first stumbled onto it, and as unbelievable as the story was it caught my eye, and six months later I’m still looking into it.

The thing about me, is I have this “fetish” the technical term macrophelia I believe, but either way what it means is I like women tall, and by tall I don’t mean six feet of beauty, in my case the numbers start in the double digits, and can just go up from there. Now I know what you’re thinking, this is a bunch of sick bullshit, how can anyone be turned on by something that the laws of physics says impossible, conservation of mass, the force of gravity on the human circulatory and skeletal system, the law of doubling, it all says being into the giantess thing is nothing more than a pipe dream. That is until I saw the pictures.

It was a late lonely Saturday night for me. I was online checking out my usual fetish sites and forums, and after exhausting all of that, and myself after a little hand play (don’t go judging me, if you’re reading this odds are very good you have been to a lot of the places I’ve been online and browsed with one hand on your mouse, the other a little lower). Anyways I was looking at pics on one of those news of the weird websites I like to visit. Sure most of the stories are made up, or just plain too odd for the regular news rounds.
The pic in question was about an odd episode that occurred in this suburban home out in the Chicago area. This husband and wife were fighting, which to anyone married is nothing new. Neighbors said there was shouting, some door slamming, but what they called the cops about was the banging and crashing. When the police arrived, they found a naked shivering housewife, with a few cuts and bruises on her, and when they tried to question her, she was too shook up to say anything. The husband was arrested, but later released when the wife refused to press charges, but the reason I’m rambling here are a few of the crime scenes were leaked and posted, and what made them odd was that where this wife was found, above her was a large hole in the ceiling, and above the hole, cracks in that ceiling, and on the second floor the pics showed furniture tossed about as if it was launched up into the air and tossed. The first floor had a pic with a cracked door that looked as if it were ripped off of its hinges, or rather rammed by something very large and heavy. Her clothes were found in tatters all around the room, and oddly everything was tattered. There were pics of a blouse in pieces, pants shredded, even her sneakers looked to be in a dozen pieces scattered about, and in a corner pic, and there was this glint from the flash that looked to be two circular pieces of gold.
Now to anyone who is into the whole giantess thing, these pics brought to mind the growth scene from the Attack of The 50ft Woman remake. You know the one they aired on HBO years ago. All those pics just seemed to send my imagination running, and gave me a warm tingle for what they might imply, but after ten minutes or so reality soon began to creep in, and my better sense told me there was no way these pics were real, had to be photo shopped, but man if they were real, that would be, well, amazing. I even toyed with the idea of trying to locate this woman online, but I tend to look down on cyber stalking.

A month goes by, and I’m reading a different website, browsing for odd news stories that might pique my interest, something to talk about with the guys, maybe get a laugh from, anyways there buried at the bottom of the page was this story about a doctor’s office, in Texas someplace, that just seemed to explode one day. No one was killed, but there was a naked female employee found just outside the blast site. The article went on to say how she was found, staggering about one hundred yards away, totally nude. When asked what happened, at first she just was muttering something about it happening so fast, this tightness, then noise, just noise of things ripping, medical equipment getting turned over, the walls closing in on her. I know what you’re thinking, sounds like something out of a growth story, but a few days later she claimed she was just delirious from the gas fumes filling the room. Now this woman was a doctor, and she didn’t know she was in a room flooding with natural gas? And when pressed about her, well, nudity, she just said it was a very lucky freak accident, her clothes burned, she didn’t. The report said there were no burns on her, none, her hair wasn’t even singed. It just sounded so odd, and I will admit, a bit exciting. I mean, could it actually have happened?
Before I let things slide, but this time I decided to just do a little digging.

Nothing major, just see what I could find online, maybe she had a Facebook page, and luckily enough, she did. I went about friending her first, and then commented on what she posted, pics of her, her last vacation, her family, then after a few weeks we actually were able to chat. I kept things smooth, just idle chit chat, a few snarky comments that got her to smile. Then I went and asked her about that explosion, the accident, and there was a long silence from my chat window, nothing came up. I waited, and waited, and after I thought nothing would come. Then she finally responded, with an odd response in my mind. “Who are you? What organization are you with?” Before I could respond, she logged off. Bust was the thought that went through my mind. Just wasted some of my time, probably her time, and freaked her out all in one stroke, that’s a hat trick right there. Next day I felt kind of bad, and decided to go to her Facebook page and post an apology, only her page was gone. I did a search, and nothing came back. Felt really low then, never meant to spook her, and just wanted to ask a few questions is all.
Since I blew that opportunity, I decided to check for some more weird news, and see if anyone had commented on that story recently, but when I clicked on my link, page came up as not found. I tried entering the link myself, and then did a search, and the site was gone. My curiosity was now piqued, I chat with the woman the story was about, and her page is gone the next day, and one of my favorite weird news sites was gone that same day, the one where I found the story in the first place.

This to me seemed just an odd enough to cause me to do some more digging, so I tried looking for confused women found naked, and after wading through what felt like thousands of pages of porn, I found a site for a small town that mentioned a car accident that happened on an open stretch of Texas road. Her car was reportedly a knurled mess, all four tires flat, and the cabin looked like something exploded out of it. She was found a few miles north, naked, dazed, and suffering from heat stroke.

Then there was a story about a college lab that had to be evacuated, something about a chemical leak, no one was hurt, but one of the students was reportedly found naked wandering on the campus later that day. There was also a story about as library out west, the building was damaged, shelves knocked over, naked woman found at the scene, and evidence her clothes were ripped off of her body, even her shoes, which sounds odd, but also none of these cases were ever investigated any further, and all blamed on gas leaks, or burst pipes, driving while intoxicated, and none of these women seemed to comment.

The most recent story I found was about a crowded movie theater, everyone rushing out in a panic. Now it was a horror movie, but that’s not why they ran out, the official story was some joker set fire in one of the bathrooms. One of the people at that showing though said they never heard an alarm, and posted two blurred pics. The first looked to be of a flattened movie seat, the other was this pinkish blur that looked like it was popping out of, and well what I guess was cloth, hard to tell. I have no idea what’s going on with all of this, if it’s some kind of online mass delusion like the legend of the thin man, or was this real? Could women be just spontaneously growing and then returning to normal? This is just a fantasy fetish right? Nothing about it could be conceivably real… could it?

[qzar9999]

Hey, new Magnus story, always a welcome sight.

It's been a while since I've read your older stuff but these 'news stories' sound familiar to me... Are they the news accounts of some of your previous tales? That car one sounds like The Rising Cost of Gas, for instance.

[magnus knight]

... Are they the news accounts of some of your previous tales? That car one sounds like The Rising Cost of Gas, for instance.

No, these are accounts from random thoughts and daydreams used to help the plot along. Usually I have always come up with a description of a woman growing, and then tried to wrap some loose plot around it, this is an attempt to get a more developed plot going first, then working in the growth.

This story is more as a reboot actually. I did these two stories years ago, called The Obsession. There was lots of detailed clothes bursting growing fun, but the flow, the plot, specially the second one, just felt really weak to me. So after thinking things over, I decided to try and write a more complex story, using some of the loose idea threads I had from the older story.

Hope it all comes together in the end. Thanks for the comment.

[Mr Wayne]

Originally Posted by magnus knight

This story is more as a reboot actually. I did these two stories years ago, called The Obsession. There was lots of detailed clothes bursting growing fun, but the flow, the plot, specially the second one, just felt really weak to me. So after thinking things over, I decided to try and write a more complex story, using some of the loose idea threads I had from the older story.

Magnus, Magnus, Magnus...

I know my delusion isn't a puff of hyper-reality. Sounds like the old you has returned. ^_^ And that bodes well for all of us.

I still have copies of The Obsession & Trial of the Obsession as classic favorites of mine and still remember them quite well. With that in mind, I can see where you are trying to go with this reboot of sorts. It seems like a big step outside the box you created with the original stories, and then a step forward to advance where you left off. Though neither original was anything abhorring I assure you. Knowing what you are capable of, I find renewed interest in this story arc.

I also can't help but take notice of the present company, Qzar9999, whom is writing his own shelf-busting masterpiece already. You should check it out. One Week at Wolf Lake. *_^

[Robopengy]

What a plate o' shrimp! I was actually just about to send you a PM when I saw this thread. It's a promising start, can't wait to see what else you come up with.

[magnus knight]

...and so it continues.

[Off at an undisclosed military lake base.]

“Sir, someone is looking into the vectors again, in fact they found one and tried establishing communications.”

“Did you take care of it Sargent?”

“Affirmative sir. We traced to where the information was leaked online, removed and bought off the source, and reminded the vector about posting anything in public that could be traced back to her.”

“Persuasively I hope?”

“Yes.”

“Well done soldier.”

Just then a man and woman come barging into the darkened office, the woman flicking on the lights with her hand as she follows her male colleague.

“Colonel, how much longer are we going to try and keep the public unaware of this situation? It’s just a matter of time before one of these vectors has an occurrence someplace so public they’ll be no way to cover it up, or such a sever occurrence they’ll be no way to cover her up.” The male scientist said while adjusting his thick rimmed glasses with one hand, the other in his pocket, playing with the old dollar coin he kept inside for luck.

“What was it this time doctor to upset you so?”

“We had another happening, this time it was in a church in Tacoma. Luck would have it not many people were in there for the service, but still, same as before, one minute normal, the next a mess of tattered clothes and a head against a ceiling. I tell you soon things will get so out of hand, there will be no way to keep the public in the dark, we can only pay off or threaten so many times before this whole thing literally blows up in our face, maybe big enough to hurt someone.”

“Doctor, we do not want to create a mass panic, and we will keep this mess under wraps no matter how big it gets, or any vectors get. We don’t even know how many out there are infected let alone with enough of them to trigger a change. And as you know we are trying to take precautions already.”

“We can’t keep hoping every female in the U.S. will get a flu shot with the neutralizing agent in it let alone one that only seems to work for a limited time before they repair themselves and replicate enough to trigger a mass change, and we only have a limited supply of that agent as it is, not enough unless we bring the public in on it to start mass production.” He took off his glasses looking down, then up into the colonel’s eyes.

“Look doctor, we’re all doing what we can with what we have, but telling the world is not an option. We made this mess; we’ll clean up this mess. Dismissed.”

The doctor left with his lab assistant. As her heels clicked on the hard tile floor she turned to ask Doctor Williams a question. “Do you think he knows?”

He turned to her pausing in his steps. “What, that your infected too? That the woman I love is a vector as well? No, he doesn’t know, and I doubt he cares that the cure is only temporary. You know what he would do if he knew you had them in you too, he’d lock you up for experimentation with the first subject, and I won’t let that happen.”

“Speaking of Karlie, how is she doing? I haven’t been able to get down to level R for some time now, and I worry about her.”

“She’s doing as well as one can in her situation I suppose, but them not letting her to leave that level does weigh on her as do the daily blood draws, hormone and muscle tests, but she also knows that the wrong stimulation type could trigger her growth, and in these confined spaces, that could be an issue.”

He leaned over, pulling back her black shiny hair, and plants a soft kiss on her cheek. “Now, back to work.”

[Back in the home of our obsessed fan.]

I had been online searching for the past five very late nights. After going through countless sites and fetish sites, I found I wasn’t the only one looking into these strange stories, and we started chatting online together. I found some had tried tracing back witness's as I did, but none of them seemed willing to talk, and any of the women in the stories, all of them were equally silent and unwilling to spill on what actually had happened.

My searches did turn up the most recent rumored incident, at a church there was a choir singer that seemed to have undergone some type of wondrous change, but again the story called it a gas leak, and there was no further investigation. I wanted to contact her, but no names were given, and any witness’s once again were conveniently unable to talk about what happened. This was another dead end, that is until I saw a pic from the aftermath, that seemed to catch something I hadn’t seen in any of the other pics as of yet.

There was a man in a dark suit, and sunglasses. This was something new to try and get more information on. Now I know what you’re thinking, man in black, aliens’ right? Well I wasn’t about to go there, because that would lead me down a whole other mess I had no wish to spend time wasting my nights on. Besides the suit was dark, not black, more of a blue. The real giveaway were the sun glasses, the kind you always see on government agents in movies and television, so he kind of stood out compared to most of the other back round people.

Anyhow, I did a search cross referencing the man in the suit, naked women found near disaster sites, and found some pics I had seen before, but was so caught up with the destruction or pics of shredded clothing I never noticed that most had someone in a dark suit in the back ground lurking someplace.
I was beginning to find more pieces of the puzzle. After chatting with one fellow giantess enthusiast who also happened to be a bit of a conspiracy nut, he emailed me a file that had burnt pieces of paper in it, with a few words that could still be made out, such as growth, biochemical reaction, and most interesting of all, the word giante, which is not how it’s spelled, but is more likely giantess signed.

This person had no desire to chat with me for any real length of time though, worried about being watched, but he did agree to meet with me in person, someplace public. Now this would require a bit of a drive, as in seven hours, but I did just get my tax refund, and had some vacation time saved up, so I decided to take a road trip and see what he knew. After all, what could it hurt?

[…back at the secret military lake base]

“Are you sure about this?” The tall private asked the surveillance agent. “Yes sir we are. Former private first class Reginald Driver is meeting with someone inquiring about project Overcast at a public location. We don’t believe the person he’s meeting with is a threat as we haven’t found anything connecting him to any foreign agencies or news outlets”

“Well, that may be for him, but the private will need to be neutralized.” Replied the colonel after being notified of the situation at hand, but Groom Lake has never had a leak before, and not about to get one under my command. “See what he has to share with his new curious friend, and then recover any information that can expose us."

[Now at the public meeting location.]

“No names, easier that way, the only reason I agreed to this meeting was you were the first one to ask the right questions, all you need are the answers.”
“And what question was the right one?” I asked the gentleman, after all I have been asking a lot of questions up to this point, didn’t really know which one was the right one.

It was then he pulled a disk from his bag, opened up his computer, and slid the disk inside. The movie I was about to watch had all the beginnings of one of those really bad Clips 4 Sale clips, you know the ones. A card was held up, with a date and location; both were blacked out, all except the words Operation Overcast.

Then the camera zoomed in on another held up sign. There was a name, Private First class Karlie K. The rest of her name was blotted out, as were a list below of vital signs but the names in front of each category was there, height, weight, muscle mass index. Someone off screen told her to just relax and remember to breathe. There was a cracking noise, and then this cloud of grey fuzz enveloped her. I could hear her coughing and hacking inside the cloud, but couldn’t make her out, save for her short heeled black pumps and nude hosiery over her lower legs. The cloud soon dissipated to reveal the lovely looking Karlie K. once more, which is meant as a complement to her looks. Most people don’t think attractive model like women joining, but this one did.

Karlie had shoulder length shiny black hair with red highlights over the front, and deep brown eyes from what I saw, her face was beautiful, just a bit shiny from the lights shining on her I assumed, and very nice cheekbones with these cute curved stylish eyebrows. As the camera panned down I saw her green military formal coat, adorned with a few medals, buttoned up in the front, but her arms had a bit of white dress shirt showing from beneath the bottom hem cuff of the green coat, and the coat did seem to jut out a bit, as this private had a very well endowed, umm… front which looked amazing when she must have stood at attention.. Below that was her green A-line skirt, looking too made of the material you see with pics of military personal. The skirt went to her knees, and where it ended her nude hosiery was seen going down her curved legs, or rather toned calves, and into those pumps. Karlie had minimal makeup on, just some lipstick, maybe a bit of powder on her cheeks, and two shiny gold bulbs for erring’s. This military woman looked like she could be a model. I could see her wince, and the camera zoomed in to show her brow beginning to perspire on her brown forehead. It was actually kind of cute, though I felt bad for how hot she must have felt under those lights.

[qzar9999]

So the G-Man is behind all this? ^_^

FYI, you called it Project Overcast and then Project Overlord...minor typo, I assume.

[magnus knight]

Yes, that was a Typo, my bad. Overcast is my cool project name. Overlord was a code name used for D Day before the beaches were stormed.

And G-Man seemed like a good place to put the blame for how this all started, which the next few parts will explain as they unfold.

Peace out!

[indraguy]

Hi, Magnus. I love the direction this is heading and can't wait to read more! You may inspire me to jump back into a bit of story writing. . .

[Mr Wayne]

Magnus,

For the things that go shred, pop, snap, rip, tear in the kNight... To bump this thread so that it may eventually be outgrown in every which creative way, hopefully 'tis a blessing to you and encouragement to continue.

^_^

[magnus knight]

And it finally continues...

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The monitor attached to her began to beep louder and quicker. Private Karlie looked puzzled, and reaching up undid one of the buttons on her green military sport coat. Something odd happened at that moment as her chest seemed to just out a bit more, causing the next button to pop as of its own accord. Private Karlie took a pensive step back, her pump clicking on the hard floored surface. She brought her arms up into view looking at her hands, sort of slowly turning over her hands, curling and uncurling her fingers, very slowly, very deliberately. As she did her breathing picked up the pace, the monitor continued to beep loud and fast.
As Karlie looked over her hands her mouth slowly opened up, and kind of made this look of surprise and awe. She kept flexing those hands of hers, and as she did you could see the cuff of the jacket she wore slowly begin to creep up her arms, revealing the white blouse cuff beneath. The camera zoomed in on her hands, and I could swear her finger looked like they were getting longer, slowly spreading out with every twitchy movement. As this kept happening she took another step back, and taking her hands reached for her jacket at the lapels, and yanked, tearing it so the buttons that remained all popped off, the golden colored objects hitting the ground and clinking about her feet. The camera followed the buttons and as it did it caught sight of her pumps, the fronts looking distended as five tiny impressions were forcing themselves into view on the fronts of them, meanwhile the sides looked sort of bowed out. Her feet must have been expanding just as her hands had been, and by the looks of things it must have hurt, as at that moment she began to alternate lifting and lowering each foot as if she was trying to relieve some of the pressure they were feeling at this moment.
“Ahhh, what, what’s happening, what did you…” the private was talking aloud as she finished removing her military jacket and tossed it to the ground. She looked down and could see her ample chest, now a bit more ample as the front blouse buttons looked strained, tiny diamond shaped gaps forming between the buttons, getting larger with their spaces, allowing peaks at the front of her lacey bra, and brown skin beneath.
“Uhhh..” She groaned and brought her hands up, running them through her lengthening hair, as it went from the short above the shoulder cut to something longer and messier by the minute. As she brought those hands down still shaking the cuff buttons on her sleeves popped off, breaking open to allow the beginning rise of her sleeves. Her toned militarily fit body was starting to show through her uniform. The sleeves looked toned, as the fabric began to tighten on her arms, showing the toned definition. Her thighs filled her skirt, showing the curves off, the nude pantyhose tightened as it seemed to just roll over her legs, the brown color showing through more and more, her calves looking so tight and just perfectly shaped.
The tan hosiery began to reach its limit, and as it did runs began to form, just sort of small ladders, getting slowly wider, then as if they reached some sort of unknown but only to them point, they began to move vertically, climbing up her shapely legs, snaking their way around the fronts, towards the backs. As this was going on her skirt crept higher, and as it did her thighs began to come into view, the pantyhose around them full of ladders and runs as it was exposed.
“Ahhh… Please… Stop…” She got out through gritted teeth, only instead of her request being answered the opposite happened and the top two buttons flew off of the blouse, her breasts heaving forth, revealing a lacey straining bra beneath. She reached down to try and cover up her six pack as it was being exposed by the blouse being forcefully untucked, and as she yanked down, her sleeves burst the confines of the fabric, the shoulder seams rending, her arms breaking the fabric as her biceps broke the material, smooth brown skin rising up out of the white blouse as it shredded.
“Brrrip!!” Sounded out and the camera went to look down to find her right pump burst open, webbed hose covered toes jutting out, twitching uncontrollably. As this happened the left pump suddenly shook violently and broke open as well, more hose covered toes peeking out, stretching the like webbing the pantyhose encasement, forcing their way out as they shredded the nylon into ribbons.
As the skirt rose higher the sides began to rend, along her sleek thighs, exposing more sensual skin, and revealing the bottom of a skirt slip, a slip that was tearing it, the white lacey material self-destructing as of its own accord. Just then her feet seemed to slide out from under her as she dropped down to all fours, trembling as her body underwent its amazing metamorphosis.
You could now see the shoulder seams of her blouse continue to separate, the sleeves looking like tissue as they destroyed themselves completely. Her shoulder then went to work on the straps of her bra, and there was no need to wait as the left snapped, sort of flailed about for a moment, then the right went.
Karlie went down, thrusting her head moaning onto the floor, her back was shown, in a very tight and now shear white blouse, shear from the force it was under due to her expansion. Soon it tore open, starting in the center with a small hole, one that quickly expanded until it went from collar to small of her now exposed back. Just as that happened she came up, arching her back grunting as the floor was littered with a series of pops, which I assumed to be the front buttons of the blouse.
What I could see were the back clasps of her bra, snapping apart, one by one, and I couldn’t help but smile wryly as it happened, because I knew it meant I might not be long for a nice shot of her very lovely breasts.
The private spread her legs, and as she did, the skirt split down the center, and placing one large hand on the floor she began to attempt to stand, pushing herself up, pieces of rend fabric and material falling from her body as she did. First to her knees, she already looked taller than any women I have ever seen. Then she brought up one foot, the left one, and the pump, or rather what was left seemed to just explode away. Then the other foot came back, and as she stood on it the sides of that pump exploded in a black mess, and left her bare foot, as any nylon that was there had long since disintegrated.
Coming to her feet, this new goddess stood, and she brought her long smooth legs to stand, the skirt just ripped into two halves and fell away. The slip beneath, riddled with holes, kept tearing as having slowed, the growth still assaulted her body.
Her upper body just had rags around it, the blouse opened up, or what was left of it, hung off of her body in scraps and pieces. Her bra, the cups had holes in them, soft brown flesh overflowing from all sides, until with one breath it snapped off. Her shoulders were broad, and hair long, messy, but still with a sheen upon it that gave it this sexy appearance.
Karlie bit her lower lip, and then sort of shimmied about, and then there was a snapping sound and she seemed to blush as something fell from her lower body. If I had to guess, this private’s privates were now commandos. The towering giantess seemed to look confused ,and the heart monitor that was on her was beeping nonstop to signal she was dead, or more likely it fell off from wherever they placed it on her person. She stepped back ,the last scraps falling off of her body, as a cherry picker rolled up near her, and a man in uniform readied what looked like a rifle and took a shot, a dart came out, hitting her in the chest. Karlie staggered, blinking to herself a few times, and then this colossal woman came crashing down. Other soldiers rushed out with a large tarp ,and began to cover her, while a group of men and women in white lab coats followed, holding various instruments.
Just then a man in a white coat with no hair stood in the view, but before he could say anything, the image went dead.
“Where’s the rest;” I asked the man before me, my eyes pleading to see more.
“That’s all I have.” He replied. “Whatever came after, or before that is on the original source back at wherever this was filmed.”
“What about the woman?” I asked.
“Well, except for a rank and name, unknown at the moment. A few leads have been traced to where she came from, but as far as is known, she has been unheard form since this taping.”
With that this gentleman took the laptop from me, placed it into his carrying bag and strolled off, but not before turning to me and saying, “Remember, if any one comes asking, you never saw this, and never met me before.” And then he continued on his way.
“But, what… How did this happen?” I asked but the only reply I received was from his backside.

[magnus knight]

And it finally continues...

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The monitor attached to her began to beep louder and quicker. Private Karlie looked puzzled, and reaching up undid one of the buttons on her green military sport coat. Something odd happened at that moment as her chest seemed to just out a bit more, causing the next button to pop as of its own accord. Private Karlie took a pensive step back, her pump clicking on the hard floored surface. She brought her arms up into view looking at her hands, sort of slowly turning over her hands, curling and uncurling her fingers, very slowly, very deliberately. As she did her breathing picked up the pace, the monitor continued to beep loud and fast.

As Karlie looked over her hands her mouth slowly opened up, and kind of made this look of surprise and awe. She kept flexing those hands of hers, and as she did you could see the cuff of the jacket she wore slowly begin to creep up her arms, revealing the white blouse cuff beneath. The camera zoomed in on her hands, and I could swear her finger looked like they were getting longer, slowly spreading out with every twitchy movement. As this kept happening she took another step back, and taking her hands reached for her jacket at the lapels, and yanked, tearing it so the buttons that remained all popped off, the golden colored objects hitting the ground and clinking about her feet. The camera followed the buttons and as it did it caught sight of her pumps, the fronts looking distended as five tiny impressions were forcing themselves into view on the fronts of them, meanwhile the sides looked sort of bowed out. Her feet must have been expanding just as her hands had been, and by the looks of things it must have hurt, as at that moment she began to alternate lifting and lowering each foot as if she was trying to relieve some of the pressure they were feeling at this moment.

“Ahhh, what, what’s happening, what did you…” the private was talking aloud as she finished removing her military jacket and tossed it to the ground. She looked down and could see her ample chest, now a bit more ample as the front blouse buttons looked strained, tiny diamond shaped gaps forming between the buttons, getting larger with their spaces, allowing peaks at the front of her lacey bra, and brown skin beneath.

“Uhhh..” She groaned and brought her hands up, running them through her lengthening hair, as it went from the short above the shoulder cut to something longer and messier by the minute. As she brought those hands down still shaking the cuff buttons on her sleeves popped off, breaking open to allow the beginning rise of her sleeves. Her toned militarily fit body was starting to show through her uniform. The sleeves looked toned, as the fabric began to tighten on her arms, showing the toned definition. Her thighs filled her skirt, showing the curves off, the nude pantyhose tightened as it seemed to just roll over her legs, the brown color showing through more and more, her calves looking so tight and just perfectly shaped.

The tan hosiery began to reach its limit, and as it did runs began to form, just sort of small ladders, getting slowly wider, then as if they reached some sort of unknown but only to them point, they began to move vertically, climbing up her shapely legs, snaking their way around the fronts, towards the backs. As this was going on her skirt crept higher, and as it did her thighs began to come into view, the pantyhose around them full of ladders and runs as it was exposed.

“Ahhh… Please… Stop…” She got out through gritted teeth, only instead of her request being answered the opposite happened and the top two buttons flew off of the blouse, her breasts heaving forth, revealing a lacey straining bra beneath. She reached down to try and cover up her six pack as it was being exposed by the blouse being forcefully untucked, and as she yanked down, her sleeves burst the confines of the fabric, the shoulder seams rending, her arms breaking the fabric as her biceps broke the material, smooth brown skin rising up out of the white blouse as it shredded.

“Brrrip!!” Sounded out and the camera went to look down to find her right pump burst open, webbed hose covered toes jutting out, twitching uncontrollably. As this happened the left pump suddenly shook violently and broke open as well, more hose covered toes peeking out, stretching the like webbing the pantyhose encasement, forcing their way out as they shredded the nylon into ribbons.

As the skirt rose higher the sides began to rend, along her sleek thighs, exposing more sensual skin, and revealing the bottom of a skirt slip, a slip that was tearing it, the white lacey material self-destructing as of its own accord. Just then her feet seemed to slide out from under her as she dropped down to all fours, trembling as her body underwent its amazing metamorphosis.

You could now see the shoulder seams of her blouse continue to separate, the sleeves looking like tissue as they destroyed themselves completely. Her shoulder then went to work on the straps of her bra, and there was no need to wait as the left snapped, sort of flailed about for a moment, then the right went.

Karlie went down, thrusting her head moaning onto the floor, her back was shown, in a very tight and now shear white blouse, shear from the force it was under due to her expansion. Soon it tore open, starting in the center with a small hole, one that quickly expanded until it went from collar to small of her now exposed back. Just as that happened she came up, arching her back grunting as the floor was littered with a series of pops, which I assumed to be the front buttons of the blouse.

What I could see were the back clasps of her bra, snapping apart, one by one, and I couldn’t help but smile wryly as it happened, because I knew it meant I might not be long for a nice shot of her very lovely breasts.

The private spread her legs, and as she did, the skirt split down the center, and placing one large hand on the floor she began to attempt to stand, pushing herself up, pieces of rend fabric and material falling from her body as she did. First to her knees, she already looked taller than any women I have ever seen. Then she brought up one foot, the left one, and the pump, or rather what was left seemed to just explode away. Then the other foot came back, and as she stood on it the sides of that pump exploded in a black mess, and left her bare foot, as any nylon that was there had long since disintegrated.

Coming to her feet, this new goddess stood, and she brought her long smooth legs to stand, the skirt just ripped into two halves and fell away. The slip beneath, riddled with holes, kept tearing as having slowed, the growth still assaulted her body.

Her upper body just had rags around it, the blouse opened up, or what was left of it, hung off of her body in scraps and pieces. Her bra, the cups had holes in them, soft brown flesh overflowing from all sides, until with one breath it snapped off. Her shoulders were broad, and hair long, messy, but still with a sheen upon it that gave it this sexy appearance.

Karlie bit her lower lip, and then sort of shimmied about, and then there was a snapping sound and she seemed to blush as something fell from her lower body. If I had to guess, this private’s privates were now commandos. The towering giantess seemed to look confused ,and the heart monitor that was on her was beeping nonstop to signal she was dead, or more likely it fell off from wherever they placed it on her person. She stepped back ,the last scraps falling off of her body, as a cherry picker rolled up near her, and a man in uniform readied what looked like a rifle and took a shot, a dart came out, hitting her in the chest. Karlie staggered, blinking to herself a few times, and then this colossal woman came crashing down. Other soldiers rushed out with a large tarp ,and began to cover her, while a group of men and women in white lab coats followed, holding various instruments.

Just then a man in a white coat with no hair stood in the view, but before he could say anything, the image went dead.

“Where’s the rest;” I asked the man before me, my eyes pleading to see more.

“That’s all I have.” He replied. “Whatever came after, or before that is on the original source back at wherever this was filmed.”

“What about the woman?” I asked.

“Well, except for a rank and name, unknown at the moment. A few leads have been traced to where she came from, but as far as is known, she has been unheard form since this taping.”

With that this gentleman took the laptop from me, placed it into his carrying bag and strolled off, but not before turning to me and saying, “Remember, if any one comes asking, you never saw this, and never met me before.” And then he continued on his way.

“But, what… How did this happen?” I asked but the only reply I received was from his backside.