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@Volfs: Thank you! Even though this is first and foremost a fetish story, it's nice to know that the plot is being appreciated. And good thing, too, it's about to thicken...

@make: I'm glad you're enjoying it. Just you wait until Vanessa really makes a big scene... XD

Just under the wire, here's this week's update!

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Vanessa needed no more encouragement than that. Her feet skidded frantically for purchase on the floor for a moment before she managed to right herself. She ran frantically away from Susan.

“Where are you going?” the growing woman called mockingly from behind her. “It's too late for you now!” Her cruel laughter boomed out after Vanessa. Her heart was pounding in fear, both from the giant women who were angry with her and from dreading the same thing happening to her. Was it her imagination, or was her dress already starting to constrict around her? She dashed toward her table, seeing Jake standing there staring in shock at the abnormally large, half-naked woman on the dance floor and the other one who was tearing apart the bathroom in her bid to escape.

“Van? Are you seeing this? What the hell is happening?” he asked as she approached.

“We need to go, Jake! Now!” she snapped, grabbing his arm and hauling him toward the door. Other clubgoers were running for the exits too, trying to get away from the huge, enraged Carmelita, who didn't seem to care how much damage she was causing to the building. As she ran, Vanessa tugged the hem of her dress down from where it had ridden up her thighs and tried to ignore the pinching sensation from her heels. Her mind raced, thinking maybe if she got to the hospital fast enough they could do something to help her. I don't want to turn into a sideshow freak!, she thought, feeling a twinge of guilt that she'd been willing to do it to others. I had no idea they'd get that big, though. I thought Carla said seven feet or so... Her panic-stricken mind hadn't spent a lot of time forming an accurate estimate at the time, but knowing that Susan's head was near the ceiling last time she saw her, at a guess, Vanessa figured she had to be nearly ten feet tall—and Carmelita was probably bigger than that, if she was too large to fit through the bathroom door.

As they reached the exit, they nearly collided with one of the bartenders as he dashed through ahead of them. Vanessa spared a glance at the bar and saw that Melissa was still over by the counter, although she was now sitting on top of it. It creaked dangerously beneath her increasing weight. She was mostly naked, her apron and pants having torn to shreds around her growing hips, her uniform shirt splitting at the seams, and her panties already snapped. She was also openly masturbating, moaning as she squeezed one overgrown breast and slipped her other hand between her legs. Her figure was significantly curvier than Vanessa had thought. She looks damn good for her age... Then she noticed that Melissa's blonde hair was much longer than it had been earlier, and recalled that Carla had mentioned the other women who'd been affected had grown bigger breasts and more curves, and it belatedly clicked in her head that Susan's chest had grown out of proportion to the rest of her as well. So...whatever is in the water makes you bigger, but it also makes you...sexier? What the hell is this stuff?

Vanessa glanced down at her own proportions, noting that her breasts and hips did seem a bit bigger than she was used to. Might have something to do with why my clothes haven't fit as well lately, she thought. She fidgeted with her dress—was it getting even tighter?--and pushed through the door, only to realize Jake wasn't following. He had stopped to see what had gotten her attention, and he was staring open-mouthed at the blonde giantess pleasuring herself on the bar. With a loud crack, it collapsed beneath her, but she didn't seem to care—she just kept going. More loud cracking signified the doorframe of the bathroom breaking apart as Carmelita's head and upper body tore through the hole. The sight reminded Vanessa of what she was running from, and she gripped Jake's arm again. He started guiltily, looking away from Melissa's spectacle.

“I—I wasn't staring!” he stuttered. “I just can't believe what's happening in here!”

“Never mind that, Jake! Come on! I need to get to the hospital!” she said, pulling him after her through the doorway. She kept him in tow as she sprinted across the parking lot, her feet throbbing in her heels as they slapped down on the pavement. She expected at any second to feel herself swelling up, but nothing had happened by the time they reached the car.

“Did you say the hospital?” Jake asked her, unlocking the car.

“Yes!” she snapped, getting in and sitting down. “I'm worried that what's happening to them might affect me!” When he didn't get in the car, she looked over at him, confused. He had a ponderous look on his face and he was staring off into the distance, as if he were lost in thought. She had a pretty good idea what he was picturing—her swelling up and bursting out of her clothes. “Dammit! Jake! Come on!” she yelled.

He shook his head and hopped into the car as ominous banging sounds came from the building behind them. Quickly, he started the car and threw it into gear, tires squealing as he peeled out of the lot and quickly joined the group of cars speeding away from the scene. In the rearview mirror, he watched as a hand the size of his body punched through the roof of the club once, twice, three times, followed shortly by Carmelita's head, still wearing an angry scowl. “Holy shit! Look behind us!” he said. Vanessa turned and saw the gigantic, furious face, and she felt simultaneously sick to her stomach and glad to be speeding away.

The giant Latina growled angrily. “Where are you, bruja?” she snarled, standing up through the hole she had made in the building. “I'll squash you like a bug!” Her breasts were past the roof line and she was still growing. She furiously punched several holes in the ceiling, peering in through them in her search for Vanessa, getting bigger and angrier as she kept coming up empty. A short distance away, the ceiling cracked upward and outward as Susan's bare back forced her way through it; she had been bent double, but eventually she got so big that even this wasn't enough to keep her below the ceiling.

“Lita, what are you doing?” she said, noticing her similarly-sized friend was knocking holes in the roof that now barely reached their thighs.

“Looking for the pequena puta who did this to us, what do you think?” Carmelita snapped.

Susan sighed. “Don't bother. I'm pretty sure she ran away.”

A cracking sound from elsewhere in the ceiling drew their attention. Another part of the roof burst open as a head of blonde hair pushed up through it, the hole widening as it rose until Melissa's face came into view, eyes closed in pleasure and an expression of bliss on her features. She continued to grow until her breasts shoved through the ceiling, crumbling away more of the building. She was still moaning and playing with one enormous breast, and it took her several moments to notice the other two women staring at her. “Oh, don't mind me, girls,” she said with a grin. “This just feels sooooo good...” So saying, she resumed her activities, heedless of her audience (which included several patrons who had stayed in the parking lot and were now staring at the giantesses).

“Dammit, Susan! You let that skank get away after she turned us into super-sized freaks?” Carmelita yelled.

“I'm sorry, Lita, she got past me,” Susan said apologetically, holding up her hands in a placating gesture. “Anyway, I wouldn't worry about it. I gave her a dose of her own medicine.”

Before Carmelita could say anything else, a black vehicle rumbled into the parking lot. It was very large and looked like some kind of combination of a SWAT van and an APC. The two giant women turned to look at the truck (as Melissa was still preoccupied).

“What the hell is that?” Carmelita said.

“I don't know,” Susan replied, squinting at the relatively small vehicle. “I think that's a Talbot-Lucian logo on the side...but I can't read the rest of the lettering from way up here,” she said, laughing a moment later at the absurdity of the situation.

Vanessa might have found the timely arrival of an armored, militaristic vehicle from the chemical company very interesting, but she was no longer looking back—she was too focused on staring down at herself, watching for the first signs of change. She had felt like her dress was riding up and tightening, and that her shoes were pinching her feet, but nothing had happened since then. As the building and its growing occupants faded into the distance behind them, she realized it may have been due to her running from the club; the outfit she was wearing wasn't really conducive to speed. When several minutes passed and she felt no different, her pounding heart began to slow. False alarm. But why?

She considered it and realized that the water had come from drink cups, whereas the water she'd spilled on the other women had been tap water. I guess I was right about the filtration... She felt fortunate that she'd dodged a bullet, but she still felt guilty about just how much the women she'd dosed had been affected. Carla had only mentioned women who'd grown to around seven feet or a little larger. Surely, if anyone had gotten big enough to tear holes in buildings, she would have said something about that. That could only mean that whatever was in the water was getting worse. There was no telling how big the three women she'd intentionally contaminated might get. What have I done?

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(If you're unhappy with Vanessa fizzling out, please don't throw tomatoes. Waste of perfectly good food. And anyway it's Volfsbayne's fault! *points accusingly*)