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

[Mr Wayne]

Originally Posted by make_her_grow

I just wish you'd update more than once a week, the wait kills me lol.

*...is already an undead zombie*

;-P

[qzar9999]

At least I'm managing to update that often. Remember when I put the story on hiatus in February? Or do we not speak of those dark times?

And it could always be worse...don't know if you saw in my initial post, but "Sunday" and "Monday" date back to 2009! o_O

If I could write more often or faster and have it be not shit, I would, lol. I *may* have a little something extra this coming week, we'll see. ^_^

[Mr Wayne]

Originally Posted by qzar9999

At least I'm managing to update that often. Remember when I put the story on hiatus in February? Or do we not speak of those dark times?

If I could write more often or faster and have it be not shit, I would, lol. I *may* have a little something extra this coming week, we'll see. ^_^

*Channels my best impersonation of Patrick Stewart's voice-over of Zobek from the game Castlevania Lords of Shadow..*

"These are dark times, times without hope."

*...loses voice.. mysteriously*

[make_her_grow]

Originally Posted by qzar9999

At least I'm managing to update that often. Remember when I put the story on hiatus in February? Or do we not speak of those dark times?

And it could always be worse...don't know if you saw in my initial post, but "Sunday" and "Monday" date back to 2009! o_O

If I could write more often or faster and have it be not shit, I would, lol. I *may* have a little something extra this coming week, we'll see. ^_^

Yay!

[qzar9999]

Here you go, guys, a little something extra. I'll still be posting a bit on Wednesday, as promised.

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EDIT: The segment of Wolf Lake that had been posted here was an April Fool's joke. Phoenix's comment about shrinking Vanessa if people kept asking about her was very...inspiring, lol. The producers wish it to be known that they have been sacked.



In case anyone wants to read it, it's here.

[Mr Wayne]

Originally Posted by Mr Wayne

Qzar9999,

*Have you been s'rinking too much again? Don't you remember that will stunt your growth..? Once you go small you might not get back to your original size.* LoL.

*+*Decided to keep this part of my original comment for posterity*+*

That being said, yeah yeah I was one of the biggest idiots who fell for Qzar9999/lorekeepfan9999's clever ploy. But there's always next year... to get even. ^_^

[Phoenix the II]

Originally Posted by lorekeepfan9999

here you go, guys, a little something extra. I'll still be posting a bit on wednesday, as promised.

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edit: The segment of wolf lake that had been posted here was an april fool's joke. Phoenix's comment about shrinking vanessa if people kept asking about her was very...inspiring, lol. The producers wish it to be known that they have been sacked.

:d

in case anyone wants to read it, it's here.

hehe,

[make_her_grow]

Heh nice.

Er...I'm confused though.

Why did the thread author change?

[qzar9999]

My username got changed. Bit of an April Fools joke on the Governor's part. I'm still me, still qzar9999, and I'm sure I'll get my original name back...eventually...

[Mr Wayne]

Originally Posted by lorekeepfan9999

My username got changed. Bit of an April Fools joke on the Governor's part. I'm still me, still qzar9999, and I'm sure I'll get my original name back...eventually...

No he's not. That's the imposter (a.k.a. 'Tweet). GET HIM!!

[qzar9999]

Sorry, bit of a delay, had to work late today and had some quality time with the GF. It's here, though. Hopefully this and the next bit will help you guys feel better about the April Fools joke, lol.

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A click sounded in Carla's ear. She lowered the phone, frowning in frustration as she stared at the “Call Ended” screen.

“Are you still bothering the hospital?” Will said, leaning around the door of the bathroom, toothbrush in hand. “Babe, let it go.”

“I can't,” she replied. “I don't understand it. I work for Dr. Matthews. All I'm doing is calling for some information on his patients. I'm well within my rights, but they won't tell me anything.” She sat down on the edge of the bed, putting in the hospital's number again.

“Oooh on' ink ur ree'in' oo mush in'o ih?” he called from the bathroom.

“Yes, hi. This is Carla Cole again, I'm with Dr. Matthews' office. I was trying to speak to someone about those women who were admitted earlier today, and—no, don't put me on hold, I keep getting--” She groaned as the hold music started. “What did you say?” she called to Will. “I'm afraid I'm not fluent in mouthful-of-toothpaste-ese.”

He leaned around the door again, wiping his hands on a towel. “Funny!” he said with an exaggerated toothy grin. “I said, you don't think you're reading too much into it?”

“Reading too much...? Will. They put me on hold and I get disconnected. I get hung up on as soon as I say what I want. The one time I lied and got through to a doctor, he stonewalled me as soon as he found out what I was really calling for, then put me on hold and hung up. They're keeping something from me.” There was a loud click from the phone, followed by the call ending. “Dammit! Again!” she snapped. She began to type the number in again, but Will came over and put his hand over her screen. “Hey! What the hell?”

“Look, hon. If you haven't gotten anything out of them so far, I don't think you will. Maybe you should call in the morning and hope you can speak to someone more helpful.”

She started to protest, but then she sighed. “I guess you're right. Can I make one other call, though? Not to the hospital,” she added hastily, seeing his disapproving frown.

“Who you gonna call?” he asked, taking his hand away from the screen.

“Ghostbusters,” she replied automatically, giving him a half-smile as she dialed the number. “I'm calling a friend of mine at the university. When I realized that whatever was going on might have something to do with the lake water, I got a couple of samples of unfiltered water from around town. I was very careful not to come into contact with it, before you ask,” she said. “Like I said, just because I don't like being short doesn't mean I want to expose myself to some unknown, possibly toxic chemical and end up freakishly tall. Anyway, I took the samples to the chemistry department over there and asked her to do a quick analysis. She said she might have something this evening.”

Will stood close by, waiting. Normally he wasn't particularly curious about Carla's involvement with the CHC, and he tolerated her paranoia about the chemical company mainly by not bringing it up, but he was extremely interested in anything that could explain the thirteen-foot-tall redhead he'd seen this afternoon. After several seconds, Carla pulled the phone away from her head and looked down at the screen, frowning. She dialed again, held it up to her ear, and took it down to look at it again a few moments later. “Don't tell me your friend hung up on you, too,” he said.

“No. I can't get through. It says I have no service,” she replied, turning the phone so he could see it.

“Here, try mine,” he said helpfully, climbing across the bed to grab his phone from the nightstand, then sitting beside her as he unlocked the screen. “Hmm. That's weird. I don't have any bars, either.”

Carla looked distressed. “Well, I doubt she'll check her email before tomorrow, but maybe I can try that.” She tapped the screen of her phone a few times, then looked irritated. “Oh, now what the hell?!” she snapped. “It says my wifi is connected, but the internet isn't working.” When Will tried his with similar results, she said, “What's going on? I had a signal five minutes ago, and my internet almost never goes out.”

Will shrugged. “Even the best connection goes down every now and then. I guess you'll just have to try again in the morning.” He put his arms around her and nuzzled her neck. “So you'll have to find something else to do in the meantime...any ideas?” he mumbled, kissing along her jawline.

“Mmm...tempting,” she said. “But it's been a long day, and I'm tired.” She leaned slightly away from him. “Besides, I've been feeling inadequate after watching those Amazon bombshells filling up the office all afternoon.”

“Hey.” She turned to face him and he kissed her warmly. “You don't need to feel inadequate. There's nothing wrong with you. You're cute, and sexy, and you're all the woman I'll ever need.”

“Aww,” she said, blushing. “You say the sweetest things, you know that?” She kissed him. “But I really am pretty tired, I'm honestly not up for anything. Can we just cuddle up and sleep together?”

He gave an exaggerated sigh and rolled his eyes. “Well, I guess we can do that,” he said with a grin. Turning down the sheets, they crawled into bed, and she snuggled up against him, her head resting on his shoulder and her arm thrown across his bare chest. He kissed the top of her head. “I love you, sweetie.”

She smiled and closed her eyes. “I love you too.” She relaxed and slowed her breathing, enjoying the warm fuzzies she was getting from being close to Will and hearing his steady breathing. Before long, she drifted off to sleep...

Carla opened her eyes and looked around, dazedly trying to figure out where she was. She sat in a plush chair that was comfortable, but too big for her; her feet barely touched the floor, her small frame sank into the soft cushions, and the back rose above her head. A similar chair was facing her from across a small coffee table. She was in an unfamiliar room with a white marble floor, and she couldn't see the walls, since a circle of illumination from an indistinct overhead source was the only light, and beyond the chairs it quickly faded into blackness.

“Oh, hello.”

The female voice sounded familiar, although she couldn't place it at first. “Hello? Who are you? Where am I?”

A figure stepped out of the blackness and approached the other chair. Carla's jaw dropped- the woman was a vision of statuesque beauty, easily topping six feet tall, with big, round breasts that sat high and proud on her chest, long legs, and a firm-but-curvaceous ass, all outlined by a tight black dress with a plunging neckline and a high hem. The woman smiled at her from under a flowing mane of long dark hair, and Carla was stunned to recognize the face as the one she saw in the mirror every morning.

Well, not quite. Her lips were a little fuller, the lines of her face a bit more feminine, her eyes a more vivid shade of blue, and her features projecting a confidence like Carla had never felt. She smiled as she sat down in the other chair, which she fitted as if it were made for her. She spoke, and Carla recognized the voice as what her own would sound like if it were a bit huskier and a lot more seductive.

“Who am I? Well, I'm you.” She smiled at that. “Well. I'm what you want to be, anyway. Call me...Big Carla.” Guess that makes me Little Carla, she thought with annoyance.

“Yes, it does,” said Big Carla with a smirk, surprising her counterpart. “Oh, I know what you were thinking. We're in your—our--own head right now.”

“I'm dreaming.”

“There you go,” Big Carla replied, still smiling.

“So why am I talking to you in my dream?” Little Carla mused aloud.

“Oh, I think you know why. You've always wished you could be bigger and sexier, like me.” She paused, running her hands languorously down her body before continuing. “And now, seeing those huge women all day has put that desire right in the forefront of your mind. Especially since you know you could make your dream a reality.”

Little Carla jerked back in surprise. “No way. Not happening.”

Big Carla put on a mock pout. “Aww. But why not? Don't you want it? Don't you want to be tall, and powerful, and sexy, like me?”

“Not badly enough to deliberately poison myself with god-knows-what,” Little Carla snapped. “It's not worth the risk.”

“Ah, but there is something else that you think is worth the risk,” Big Carla said, grinning across the table at her. “Will.”

Little Carla's heart skipped a beat. “What...what are you talking about?”

The Amazonian version of her shook her head sadly, making a small sound of disapproval. “Sweetie. You can't hide anything from me. We're the same person, remember?” She leaned over and tapped Little Carla on the head. “I know what's going on up here. You saw the way Will reacted to that big-titted redhead. You know the effect her body had on him, and you only wish you could do the same.”

Little Carla scowled at her distorted mirror image. “No. Will loves me. He loves me just the way I am. He'd never leave me just for someone taller and sexier,” she said, her tone faltering at the end.

Big Carla shook her head again. “Oh, come on. I don't even have to read your mind to know you don't entirely believe that.” She gestured again at her impressive figure. “No matter what you tell yourself, you'd feel more secure if you looked like this...” she stood up to her full, impressive height, towering over the seated Little Carla, “instead of this.” Suddenly, the other her shrunk, her curves deflating inside the dress, its fabric sagging loosely on her diminishing frame and its hem falling to her ankles as her height evaporated. In seconds, Carla's true mirror image was facing her from across the table. The effect was quite jarring.

Not-so-big Carla frowned at her seated reflection. “See? This is so much less impressive.” She bent down under the table and picked up something off the floor. When she set it on the table, Carla recognized it: one of the sample containers she'd given to her friend earlier in the day.

“All you have to do is take a little sip,” her opposite number replied, picking up the water sample and removing the lid. She brought the canister to her lips and tipped back a small swallow, and the seated Carla watched her grow quickly back up into Big Carla, her gorgeous body again straining at the dress as her head rose nearly two feet.

“But that stuff...it could be so dangerous...” Little Carla said weakly.

“Oh, come off it,” Big Carla snapped. “When are you going to be honest with yourself and admit that that's the real reason you sent it off to the university?”

Little Carla's jaw worked for a few seconds before she could say anything, while Big Carla just giggled. Finally, she managed to reply. “That's not why. I don't want to take this stuff for myself. I just need to know how dangerous it really is so we all know what we're dealing with.”

Big Carla gave a knowing grin. “If that's true, then why did you keep one of the water samples instead of giving it to your friend? Why did you stuff it in the back of the fridge? Why didn't you tell Will about it?” When her smaller counterpart didn't reply, Big Carla turned and walked toward the edge of the circle of light, her long legs taking her there in a few strides. She stopped right where the blackness began and looked over her shoulder at the still-seated Little Carla.

“The sooner you're honest with yourself, the better. If I were you, and I am, I'd wake up, go downstairs, drink that water, and come upstairs and give that boy the ride of his life.” So saying, she vanished into the darkness...

...and moments later, Little Carla—no, dammit, just Carla—woke up in bed with a start, her heart pounding and her eyes wide.

[Mr Wayne]

Qzar9999,

I stopped part way through this latest segment as soon as I read the phrase, "freakishly tall". *Daydreams and fantasizes...*

In one of Gary's Growth Dreams clips that I bought a while back and still am quite fond of, Vivian Grows Into The Job, she says that same phrase. Ever since, when I hear or read it, fond thoughts come to mind whether I'm prepared or not... ^_^