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I swear it wasn't me with the cheese tied to the end of a stick... Honest.

*turns around and notices a similar stick propped against a corner of the room... looks for the guilty rodent, but only finds my fingerprints and an empty cheese slice wrapper in the garbage can*

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Alright, folks, here's the next bit. Gonna be some good growth next week, but for now it's just the setup. Decided I didn't wanna reference another sci-fi piece so soon, so this took a different track... ^_^

* * * * *“I'm telling you, Max, something is up,” Han Lee said, leaning forward through the gap between the kitchen and the front of his diner.

“We're just having a slow day,” Max Black replied, waving her hand dismissively at her boss. “It happens.” She paused and grinned. “Here more than most places.”

“Hey, my new billboard has been bringing in the crowds,” Han said defensively.

“Han, it's literally true that this is the 'Last Chance for Food until Shady Glen,' and we've still only seen a few more customers than usual lately.” Max glanced down at the countertop and started scrubbing at a coffee stain.

“It says 'Last Chance for GOOD Food,' Max,” Han retorted.

She smirked. “I know. I edited for accuracy.”

The bell over the door jingled as it opened. “Welcome to Lee's Roadside Cafe,” Max said automatically, not looking up from her cleaning. “Have a seat anywhere and I'll be right with you.”

“See?” Han piped up from the kitchen.

Max sighed. “Han, one person is not a crowd.” She scooped up a menu and strode around the counter, heading for the table where their new arrival sat. As she approached, she took stock of their customer: a tall, slender young woman with long blonde hair, dressed in an expensive-looking white outfit with some gaudy gold jewelry around her neck. Max briefly glanced through the windows at the parking lot and saw a shiny black luxury car parked nearby with “CAROLINE” on the front as a vanity plate. Rich girl, Max thought. Maybe she'll tip well.

“Hi,” she said to the seated woman—presumably Caroline—before placing the menu in front of her. “I'm Max, I'll be your server. Take a minute to look over the menu and let me know what you'd like.”

“Do you guys have any house specials?” Caroline asked.

“Well, we do, but if you want something edible you'll probably have to head out of town,” Max replied with a wink.

“Well, I can't,” Caroline replied. “Haven't you seen the roadblock on the way out of town?”

“Roadblock?” Max asked, concerned.

“Yeah. The military or something has the road closed off. I was actually trying to leave town today; I've been here for a few days visiting a close friend of the family. But when I tried to get out, they made me turn around.” Caroline frowned. “I was on my way back into town when I noticed this place. I figured I'd stop in and get a bite, see if anyone here knew what was going on.”

Max shrugged. “Well, you're outta luck with me, sister. All I do is work here and my other job and go home to sleep, so I wouldn't have known we were closed off if you hadn't told me.” She turned toward the kitchen and called to the back. “Hey Han! Oleg! You guys know anything about the military closing off the town?”

“Closing off the town?” Han cried, panicked. “You mean we're stuck here in town? Nobody can get in or out?”

“Oh, what are you worried about? You don't have a social life anyway,” Max said with a smirk.

“I hear nothing of this,” Oleg said, his thick Russian accent distorting his words. He leaned through the opening in the wall and gestured at the waitress with a spatula in his hand. “But if nobody can leave town, Max, maybe you and I can find way to pass the time?” He leered suggestively at Max.

“Sure!” she replied, grinning brightly. “Why don't you make a list of every pervy line you've ever used to hit on me, and I'll slam your head in the freezer door once for each entry?” Turning back to Caroline, she shrugged again. “Sorry. You might have better luck asking people who actually care what happens in this town.”

Caroline let out a short, sarcastic laugh. “Gotcha. I guess I'll head into town after lunch and see if I can find anything out.” She glanced over the menu, then up at Max. “Hey, can I get a bottle of water while I decide? I'm really thirsty.”

“Sure. Be right back.” Max turned and walked into the back area. She stepped into the cooler and scanned the shelves, but didn't see any bottles. Exiting the chilly walk-in, she glanced at Han. “Hey, are we out of bottled water or what?”

Han shrugged. “Almost nobody ever buys it. I probably forgot to order more. Sorry, Max.”

Sighing, Max grabbed a pitcher and tossed in some ice, then held it under a tap until it was full of water. Bringing it back out front, she returned to Caroline's table with a glass full of ice. “Sorry, but we're outta bottles,” she said, setting the glass down and pouring some of the pitcher's contents into it.

Caroline frowned. “Ugh. I don't know, is the tap water around here okay to drink?”

“Oh, don't worry, the lake has a lower-than-average amount of corpses and toxic waste,” Max replied. Seeing Caroline's horrified look, she smiled. “I'm kidding! Look, it's fine.” She pulled a straw out of the pocket of her red apron and stuck it into the pitcher, then bent down and took a long gulp from it, enjoying the cool, refreshing drink. “See? Totally clean. Except for anything I might be carrying,” she added with a wink.

Caroline shrugged and smiled at her. “Okay, I'll take your word for it.” She picked up her glass and drained about half of it in a single tilt. “Mmm. God, I was thirsty. That hits the spot. Give me just a minute to look over the menu.” As she flicked her eyes across the pages, Max turned and stepped over to the counter, sitting on one of the diner's stools while she waited for Caroline to make up her mind.
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Care to add any more? You're well behind your behind, you know. ^_^

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Hehehehe... Comedy at it's best. Nice one.



Btw, Han.. Lee wouldn't happen to have a dog named Chewie.. would he? Little bit bigger than a Great Dane, 10x as hairy, twice the aggressiveness.. sometimes seen with his hand up it's ass? Reminds me of a certain mod I know.
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Re: One Week at Wolf Lake NEW 10/2 (Growth, sex, other tags inside)

Heh. Nice updates. The upcoming growth sounds like a fun one...
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Re: One Week at Wolf Lake NEW 10/2 (Growth, sex, other tags inside)

Must be you have a bad case of writers block?
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Well, today's my birthday, so I thought I'd give all you folks a present. That's how it works, right...? ^_^

* * * * *

A loud wolf whistle startled her. She looked up to see Oleg leering at her from the pass-through window.

“Max, you're looking especially lovely today,” he said, his eyes squarely focused on her chest. “You really propped up the twins. New bra?”

“You're slipping, Oleg. Usually your staring isn't quite so obvious.” She glanced down at her chest to see the the zipper of her uniform was lower than she'd thought. She wasn't above revealing a hint of her generous endowments, as in her experience good tits meant good tips, but the current exposure was a bit much. Self-consciously, she pulled the zipper back up, trying to arrange it in just the right spot. She had a bit of trouble getting it right; no matter where she positioned the zipper, she seemed to be showing more of the girls than usual. Her uniform also felt oddly tight around her chest. Unable to arrange it to her satisfaction, she finally tugged the zipper up much higher than she'd have liked. However, the instant she let go, the tab started crawling back down, the zipper slowly opening itself as she watched in confusion.

“Hey, self-removing shirts. I can get behind that,” Oleg said with a grin.

“Ugh,” Max groand. “Screw it. It's not like there's anybody in here to stare at my tits anyway except you and that chick.”

“Hey, what about me?” Han chimed in indignantly.

“You don't count, you're not tall enough to see them,” Max replied with a smirk. She got up from the stool and stepped back over to Caroline's table, where the blonde was fidgeting with her designer dress as she frowned at the menu. “See anything you like? Or at least something you won't actively choke on?”

Caroline took another sip of her water, then tugged uneasily at the gold baubles around her neck. “I don't suppose you guys have sushi,” she said without much hope.

“I can have Oleg undercook some fish fillets, if that'll help,” Max replied. She absently smoothed out the skirt of her uniform—it felt slightly out of place.

The blonde woman looked up at Max, her face looking slightly ill at the prospect. “Um...maybe I'll just have a club sandwich.”

Caroline pinched at the gold on her neck again; to Max, it looked a little tight, and she wondered why the girl would wear such uncomfortable jewelry. As rich as she probably is, I'm sure she can afford a gaudy necklace that actually fits, she thought with a smirk. “Okay, club sandwich. Fries?”

“Sounds delicious,” Caroline replied. She frowned down at herself suddenly, her hands brushing at the bottom of the dress. “On second thought, maybe not. I feel a little bloated.”

“I know what you mean,” Max said. “Weird that it's happening to both of us. It's not like our cycles would have synced up that quickly,” she added with a grin.

The blonde woman chuckled softly. “Anyway...could I possibly get a salad with my sandwich instead of fries?”

“We've got lettuce, tomatoes, and I can probably break up some day-old bread for croutons,” Max said. “Only kidding,” she added at Caroline's expression. “I'll put your order in and it should be ready in a few minutes.” As Max turned away, she saw Caroline tugging at the gold necklace again. It really looked like it was digging into her skin now; Max wondered how the girl had even gotten it on in the first place.

A moment later her attention was diverted by her own discomfort as she felt her panties starting to give her a wedgie under her uniform. “Great,” she muttered. She could probably have ducked behind the counter or into the kitchen to try to sort it out, but she didn't want to give Oleg any more material to work with. Irritably, she marched up to the counter, turned in Caroline's ticket, and untied her apron (wondering as she did so why the strings felt tight). “Club sandwich, Oleg! I've gotta hit the ladies' room, Han,” she said.

“Need any help taking off your underwear, Max?” Oleg said over his shoulder as he began assembling the sandwich.

For a moment, she was startled at the thought that he somehow knew what was bothering her, but it quickly passed as she realized he was just being his usual pervy self. “Oleg, even if I lost all four limbs in a horrific accident, I still wouldn't let you help me take off my underwear.”

“Well, at least if that ever does happen, you'll still have all of the good stuff,” he replied with a smirk.

Max rolled her eyes and strode quickly to the bathroom, passing by Caroline's table. The blonde woman looked curiously tall sitting in the booth, and something else was wrong with her appearance, but Max's underwear situation was getting rapidly worse and she had no time to worry about some customer's problem. Max ducked into the women's restroom and locked the door behind her, moving to stand in front of the sink and the mirror. Her eyes boggled at the sight of her chest; her zipper had crawled all the way down to her waist, and the opening showed an absurd amount of breast flesh. Even the center of her bra was visible. If Oleg hadn't been busy cooking, he surely would've said something. What the fuck is going on with my uniform?

She grabbed the zipper tab and tugged upward, but it refused to move more than an inch or so. She tried gripping the opposite sides of the opening and pulling the fabric together, but even with it painfully compressing her ample tits, it still wouldn't close enough to allow the zipper to move. She made one last Herculean effort to yank it upward and succeeded only in breaking the tab. Fuck my life. Han better not make me pay for another uniform. She scowled at her reflection, briefly puzzled as to why something seemed off about it, and decided she would at least fix the wedgie that was getting more painful by the second.

Max reached her hands behind her back and grasped the hem of her yellow uniform skirt, tugging it up her hips so she could get at her underwear. She had a lot of trouble with the skirt—it didn't seem to want to go over her hips. When she was finally able to raise it enough, it felt painfully tight. She checked out her reflection, noticing that the fabric looked stretched and taut. Turning around, she glanced over her shoulder, briefly amused at the thought of checking out her own ass. Her amusement quickly faded when she saw that her lacy red panties had somehow become a thong. Not only that, but... My ass looks bigger. Am I gaining weight? She tried to adjust her panties to resolve the wedgie situation, but no matter what she did they felt too tight on her, and every tug or pull made the waistband dig painfully into her skin.

“Ugh! Fuck!” she snarled. “That's exactly what I need, to start getting fat off of Oleg's horrible cooking.” With a groan of disgust, she gave up on trying to fix her underwear and pulled her skirt back down. She had more trouble getting it over her hips, and even when she got it as far down as it would go, it seemed too short. The fabric, too, felt tighter than it had moments ago. She fidgeted, thinking perhaps she didn't have it in place correctly, but nothing she did helped. Twisting around to check out her backside again, she saw the skirt was as tight as a drum across her butt and barely came down far enough to cover it. When she turned forward again, the mirror revealed that the gap over her chest was even wider, her huge breasts spilling out obscenely through the inadequate front of her uniform, its red stripes warped around the sides of her ample curves.

She tried once more to pull the front of the shirt closed, but the only thing she accomplished was pressing her breasts together, making them look even larger. She grinned at the mirror. “Heh. Not like the girls need any help, but damn!” Unfortunately, fidgeting with her shirt made the sleeves feel tight, too. She pulled at them in an attempt to readjust them, but they felt like they were getting tighter every time she moved. She gasped in shock when one of them tore loudly at the seam, the sleeve splitting from her shoulder. “Seriously, what the hell? Is my uniform disintegrating?” she asked her reflection. Another tearing sound answered her question. She flicked her eyes rapidly up and down her mirror image, searching for the source of the new rip. Her gaze traveled from the torn shoulder seam, down past her tits bulging through the open front of the shirt, across the skirt stretched tightly over her hips, all the way to the hem of the skirt, which looked almost high enough to show off her panties--

Wait. Why can I see my thighs in the mirror? Max shouldn't have been able to see below her hips, since the sink normally came up to almost her waist. However, it was clear from her refelction that the basin didn't even reach all the way up to her groin. Looking back up, she realized that her eye level was almost to the top of the mirror. What the fuck is going on? It's like I'm...taller? Her confusion vanished a moment later when something more urgent drew her attention. The pressure on her groin from her too-tight underwear was suddenly relieved when she heard a loud snap...and she was horrified to see a torn scrap of red fabric dangling from the bottom of her skirt.
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Really loving the descriptions of slow growth in this one.
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As penance for my lack of updates, I promised the fine folks at Giantess City I'd finish this scene by the end of the month. So enjoy today's update, and look for one tomorrow that'll really bring down the house.

* * * * *

A sudden series of rapid knocks on the bathroom door startled her. “Hello? Is someone in there?” The voice sounded like Caroline's. The doorknob rattled. “Please! I really need to use the restroom!”

“Uhh...I'm having an emergency in here!” Max replied, still staring in shock at her ripped panties hanging out of the bottom of her uniform.

“Well I'm having an emergency out here!” Caroline retorted through the door. “Can you please at least hurry up?”

“No promises,” Max muttered skeptically, taking in her appearance again. There was no doubt in her mind—she was, somehow, taller. Not just taller...bigger. Now that she had thought it, the signs were obvious. Her uniform looked almost comically undersized on her, several seams showing strain and small rips. Her sneakers were pinching her feet. Her bra, plainly visible through the widening gap in her shirt, looked inadequate to contain her huge set of boobs, their flesh spilling over the top and sides of the cups. The sink in front of her looked so low she'd have to lean over even to turn on the taps, and the top of her head was beyond the upper edge of the mirror. Even as she stared, she could see her reflection creeping slowly upward, her disbelieving gaze rising slowly to the top edge of the glass.

“How in the hell is this possible? Did Oleg slip some Miracle-Gro into my lunch or something?” she said aloud. The shoulder seam of her uniform completed its separation, the sleeve pulling away from the rest of the shirt even as it tightened around her arm like a blood pressure cuff. A ripping sound came from the opposite side as she felt the seam down the side of the shirt give out. The skirt was beginning to rip in several places as well, even as it slowly crawled up her thighs, showing more and more of her shredded panties and hinting at her mostly-exposed womanhood. The laces on her sneakers burst with a series of staccato popping sounds; it relieved some of the pressure on her feet, though they still felt compressed by the rest of the shoes.

This is crazy! I need to call an ambulance or something! Max thought. It was immediately followed by another thought: ...Like they'd believe me. Anyway, what could they possibly do? I've never heard of anything like this. Her eyes were now above the top of the mirror and her ascent was continuing; the ceiling appeared to be drawing uncomfortably close. But what am I going to do?

Caroline knocked on the bathroom door again, louder. “Come on! I really, really need to get in there!” she cried desperately.

“People in hell need ice water!” Max snapped. Her shirt was rapidly deteriorating now, several holes and tears visible as the fabric failed. Its front was wide open, showing breasts that were obviously far too big for the overstressed bra trying to hold them in. Even though the twins had been big to start with, Max was pretty sure they were growing out of proportion to the rest of her. Geez. Whatever is causing this, it could put plastic surgeons out of business... With an extremely loud rip, the shirt and skirt tore completely apart at the waist, turning her one-piece uniform into two. This also had the effect of allowing the shirt to split at the end of the zipper, pulling to either side of her torso. Entirely freed from their prison, her breasts seemed to surge forward, her relatively tiny bra snapping in half in the middle and letting her giant knockers swing freely before her. 'Knockers' is really the right word—I could put somebody's lights out with those! she thought, watching her oversized tits swaying pendulously.

Her ascent continued as her clothes covered less and less of her growing body. Her neck was already past the upper edge of the mirror, her enlarging mammaries rising to the top of the frame. Her shoes suddenly exploded, her expanding feet shredding them as they became too large to contain. She felt as much as heard her uniform skirt split, the yellow scraps of cloth falling to the floor around her now-bare feet. Glancing up at the ceiling (which was barely above her head), she estimated she was at least nine feet tall, sporting the biggest breasts she'd ever seen, and clad only in a damaged pair of panties and the tattered remnants of most of her shirt. Fuck. How can I possibly cover up now? Everyone's gonna see me naked. Even Oleg. Especially Oleg. She scowled at the thought, unconsciously trying to cover her astounding chest with her arms, and desperately racked her brain for a way to get home without having to streak. Not like I've never streaked, but...

A shockingly loud pounding on the bathroom door interrupted her thoughts. It almost sounded like the wood was splintering. This was followed by Caroline's voice—also surprisingly loud—calling out again. “What the hell is taking you so long? I really need to get in there!”

Fuck it. Half the guys in this town have seen me naked anyway. And if Oleg makes some smartass comment I'll just throw him through a window. Max wheeled around and yanked the bathroom door open, accidentally pulling it so hard and fast that she broke the doorknob. “Fine! I don't know why you're so desperate to use the bathroom when you haven't even eaten your--”

Her sarcastic remark froze in her throat when she registered the sight of Caroline. The blonde was nearly as tall as she was, and her designer outfit had been reduced to white strands of fabric twisted around her huge frame. Her hair was disheveled, having grown longer and more voluminous in the few minutes since Max had seen her. Caroline's expensive-looking shoes were flattened under her feet, scraps of leather sticking out from beneath the edges of her soles. And while the blonde had been only modestly endowed earlier, her chest had ballooned several cup sizes and would've easily eclipsed Max's previous generous jugs...though she couldn't match Max's new measurements.

The two women stared at each other in shock for several seconds before Caroline finally broke the silence. “Oh my God! It's happening to you, too!”
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Okay! This concludes my homage to 2 Broke Girls (And One Broken Diner). I can't promise that I'll update this story weekly like I was, but I can promise to post a new bit at least once a month from here on out. Sound good?

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“Fantastic! And here I thought I was gonna be the only giant, naked freakshow in town!” Max replied. “Quick, get bigger than me so everyone will stare at you and I can slip by unnoticed.”

“How can you be making jokes at a time like this?” Caroline snapped.

“I don't know, maybe it's a defense mechanism!” Max said. “I'm freaking out here!”

Oleg's voice suddenly called out to them. “Maybe you two should make out! It relieves stress!”

Max's head whipped to the side suddenly, glaring at the Russian cook where he stood behind the diner's counter. Han stood beside him, a look of stunned speechlessness on his face.

Max narrowed her eyes, glaring daggers at Oleg. “The phrase 'now is not a good time' doesn't even begin to cover it, you perv.”

The Russian looked wounded. “What? Two hot Amazons are getting naked right in front of me. When could possibly be a better time?”

Max started to retort, but Caroline whirled around furiously and stomped up to the counter, leaning intimidatingly over it and pointing one huge finger directly into Oleg's face. “If you don't shut up right now, you little creep, I'll crush you like a tin can! And then I'll sue whatever pieces of you are left!” she bellowed.

This seemed to take the wind out of his sails. Oleg's face went slack and he tried to say something back, but he only managed to stammer a few random syllables.

“I'm impressed,” Max said, grinning at the cook's expression. “I've never been able to shut him up that effectively. Not even that one time I flashed him.”

Han looked up at the towering Max nervously. “Uh...maybe you girls should get outside? You're getting a little too big to stay in here.”

“Oh, come on, Han. Everyone looks too big compared to—ouch!” Max said as her head bumped painfully against the ceiling. “Okay, maybe you have a point. Come on, Caroline, let's take our sexy asses on the road.” She started to walk toward the exit at the far side of the diner, ducking her head to avoid hitting the ceiling.

“Right behind you,” Caroline said, moving to follow her. “I was upset enough about being stuck in this town—I wouldn't want to get stuck in this building.”

The closer Max got to the exit, the more confining the diner felt. She went from ducking her head to leaning forward, and when she felt her back brushing against the ceiling, she dropped to all fours and crawled.

“Oh shit! I think we're growing faster!” Caroline said from behind her.

“Tell me something I don't know!” Max replied. She was at the double doors now and pushed them open, ducking her head through the opening. “Ah...fresh air!” she said as she cleared the exit. However, she quickly ran into a problem just after she squeezed her shoulders through.

“What's going on? Why did you stop?” Caroline asked.

“Um...I'm stuck.”

“What? Stuck? How?” Caroline's voice held a note of panic.

“My tits got too damn big and I can't fit them through the door!” Max replied. She pushed her giant hands against the side of the building and tried to wriggle free, but she just couldn't get her mega-mammaries to pass through the opening. Her impossible growth still hadn't stopped, so every second she was stuck it got more difficult to free herself. The metal of the doorway creaked ominously as she strained against it and the walls started to crack, but she was still stuck fast. “Ugh! You know, I'm used to having my boobs get me OUT of trouble!” she wailed.

“Uh...Max?” Caroline said, the panic in her tone much more pronounced now. “We're still growing...”

Even though Max had stopped pushing against the door, it was still cracking and warping as her expanding body pressed outwards against it. “Okay, and what do you expect me to do about it? I mean, other than call around to some movie studios and see if anyone wants to make 'Attack of the 50 Foot Waitress,' that is.” Though she was on all fours, Max could feel the ceiling of the diner pressing against her ass. Her thighs were wedged against the counter on one side of her body and the window booths on the other. “Shit! We're running out of space!” This proved to be a more accurate statement than she'd thought when, a moment later, she felt warm flesh pressing firmly against her own—she was being squashed against Caroline. “Move back!”

“I can't!” Caroline cried. “I'm already up against the wall!”

“Oh God, this is gonna suck...” Max moaned. The walls of the diner—and Caroline's body—pressed in closer and closer, until Max thought she might suffocate. The diner's structure groaned ominously. Beyond that, Max heard another sound—a bell clanging at an annoyingly loud volume. “What the hell? Is that the fire alarm? I know I'm hot, but come on.”

“Those two guys ran into the back,” Caroline replied. “I'm guessing they ducked out of the emergency exit.” She cried out in pain. “What are we gonna do, Max? It's so cramped in here I can barely breathe!”

“I've got an idea!” Max replied. “Brace yourself against the floor, and on the count of three, start pushing up and out!” She positioned herself as best she could to press against the ground beneath her. “Ready? One...two...three!”

Max shoved as hard as she could, hoping Caroline was doing the same. The doorframe and the ceiling dug painfully into her back, but the sounds of the structure failing grew louder around her. Finally, with a shriek of tortured metal, the roof of the diner tore away from the front wall, its steel frame bending upward and outward as the giantesses' enormous bodies overcame the building. Max wriggled her way free from the ruined building and stood up, taking in a deep breath (which lifted her titanic tits in a stunning display). “Ahh. Much better.”

“You're telling me,” Caroline said. Max turned to face her and saw the blonde stretching, her giant nude frame sporting some impressive curves as well. “God, I thought we were gonna be crushed by that building,” she said, gesturing at the diner, which now resembled an opened tin of sardines.

Far below them, Han and Oleg walked around from the back of the building. Glancing down at her tiny coworkers, Max estimated she was probably around forty feet tall, and her growth seemed to have finally stopped.

“Oh my God, my diner is destroyed!” Han wailed, seeing the devastation.

“Oh, what are you worried about, Han? I'm sure we'll get the same rating from the board of health as before,” Max replied. “And Oleg, I swear to God if you take any pictures or make any remarks, I'll crush you to death with my boobs.”

“But what a way to go!” Oleg replied from somewhere near her feet. She couldn't see down past her breasts, but she'd be utterly amazed if he wasn't staring up at her.

“Wow, emergency services responds fast around here, huh?” Caroline said. “Wait, those aren't fire trucks. Who the hell are they?”

Max turned to look down the road towards town. A few military vehicles, a flatbed, and two large black trucks. “I don't know. Looks like the army.” She grinned. “Heh. Maybe they want to arrest us for public indecency and thought a squad car wouldn't be enough. Or maybe it's immigration. Are your papers in order, Oleg?”
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Re: One Week at Wolf Lake NEW 4/30 (Growth, sex, other tags inside)

Holy shitballs!

I avoid the forums for a few days and THIS is what happens? You come back from Gilligan's Island?

Welcome back! And EXCELLENT additions!

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The rustling and crunching of leaves and twigs, along with the approaching voices, startled a few birds into flight from branches overhead. Shortly, five people pushed out of the forest nearby and walked close to the shore, where a narrow wooden bridge crossed a short span of water to a small island with a single gnarled, ancient-looking tree poking out of its earth. The lake's smooth surface reflected the image of the tree, its leaves turned brilliant shades of fall colors.

“Well, there it is,” Neil said, gesturing at the tall oak. “The loneliest tree in Wolf Lake.”

“It's beautiful,” Lisa said, stepping up beside him and taking his hand as she stared at the scene.

Alan walked up to Neil's opposite side, his girlfriend Suzanne in tow. “Looks like a great spot for a picnic,” he said, adjusting his grip on the basket full of food he carried.

“Yeah, it's pretty. Still don't think it was worth coming all the way down here for,” a fifth voice muttered.

Neil turned around to glare at his older sister. “You didn't have to come along, Sasha. You could have stayed at the campsite. Better yet, you could've let me borrow your car in the first place and you wouldn't have to be here at all.”

“Sure, I could have stayed at the campsite, except you guys were taking all the food we packed for this little picnic of yours. And I could have just let you borrow my car, but last time I let you borrow it, you put a huge scratch in the paint. Plus, I didn't feel like having to clean sex stains out of the backseat,” she replied.

Lisa flushed, embarrassed. “Don't antagonize her, hon,” she said, rubbing Neil's arm. “Let's just try to have a nice, enjoyable picnic.”

He scowled at Sasha, but bit down on whatever he was going to say. “Fine,” he said instead. “Let's go.” He strode briskly toward the small bridge, carrying their ice chest in one hand. Lisa followed him, with Alan and Suzanne close behind. Sasha grudgingly crossed the bridge last, wishing she had brought a chair and a good book. She hated feeling like a fifth wheel, but Neil insisted that he needed her SUV, and where it went, she went.

The group set out a blanket beneath the spreading branches of the tree, passing out packed sandwiches, fruit, chips, and cold sodas as they sat down. Sasha sat on the edge of the blanket, as far away from the couples as she could manage. As she ate, she stared at the woods ringing the lake, and at the serene, glassy surface of the water. She slipped her earphones on and started up her mp3 player, listening to some relaxing music. After a short time, she felt at peace, if not quite happy.

She was startled out of the reverie of her own thoughts some time later when Alan tapped her on the shoulder. “Hey. We're packing up and heading back to camp,” he said. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah, thanks,” she replied, wadding up the sandwich wrapper and picking up her soda can. She dropped them into the small plastic bag he offered, and then she stood up as Suzanne folded the blanket. She tucked her mp3 player into her pants pocket.

As they were leaving the island, Lisa stopped to stare at the water. “It looks so nice and inviting,” she said with a smile. “We should take a dip.”

“I didn't bring my swimsuit,” Suzanne said.

Lisa grinned impishly. “I didn't either. Who said anything about swimsuits?”

Neil's eyes lit up and he elbowed Alan, a wide, goofy grin on his face. It died a moment later when Sasha spoke up.

“You know that water's gonna feel really cold, right? And we didn't bring any towels, so you're either gonna have to walk around naked or get your clothes all wet. You'll be freezing your ass off the rest of the day.”

Lisa sighed. “Huh. I hadn't thought of that. Thanks.” She turned to Neil and shrugged. “Sorry, baby. I guess we'll just have to skinny dip another day.”

Neil scowled, glaring daggers at Sasha. “Thank you so very much,” he grumbled.

“My pleasure!” Sasha replied with a smirk. “Seriously, you don't really want your girlfriend to be cold and miserable for hours just to see her naked for a few minutes, do you? I'm doing you a favor and helping you be more of a gentleman!”

“Again. Thank you.” Neil's voice remained cold and flat.

When the five of them returned to the bridge and started across, Neil stopped, crouching down to tie his shoe. The rest of them walked past him, Sasha at the rear of the group again. By the time she heard running footsteps thumping across the planks, it was too late to stop what happened next. Her brother came dashing up behind her, shoving her hard to the side and causing her to tumble into the frigid waters of the lake. She came up spluttering and coughing, splashing water everywhere as she flailed. “Neil! You asshole!”

“Gotcha, you killjoy!” he cried, laughing raucously as he kept walking across the bridge toward the shore.

Sasha paddled over to the wooden planks of the bridge, hauling herself out of the water. She rested on the boards for a few moments, her teeth chattering and her body shivering. Her wet shirt clung to her skin, and her waterlogged jeans felt cumbersome over her legs. She rose to her feet shortly, wiping wet strands of brown hair out of her eyes. She stared murderously at her brother, standing on the shore and laughing at her. Her shoes squelched as she marched over the bridge, trembling partly from cold and partly from rage.

As she got closer to the other side of the bridge, the feeling of cold began to fade. It was replaced by a curious tingling sensation that she couldn't really identify. Her shirt felt even clingier, and she stopped for a moment, lifting it off of her skin and wringing it out as much as she could. It was still wet when she let go, but at least it felt a little better. Her soaked shoes were suddenly pinching her feet uncomfortably, and her anger at Neil intensified as she stalked toward him.
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