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

[make_her_grow]

NICE!

Suddenly I have a very nice image of an adult themed Alice in Wonderland house-growth scene.

I feel sorry for her family losing their home, but now her little brother better REALLY watch out.

I'm interested to see what these suites do with all of these growing women...

[Mr Wayne]

Originally Posted by make_her_grow

NICE!

Suddenly I have a very nice image of an adult themed Alice in Wonderland house-growth scene.

I feel sorry for her family losing their home, but now her little brother better REALLY watch out.

I'm interested to see what these suites do with all of these growing women...

make_her_grow,

Well said with the Alice in Wonderland analogy; can't say I was thinking anything different.



Qzar9999,

Though for me I think some of the fire from Kim's part two was taken by the first part's high anticipation and suspense level, you didn't disappoint. No doubt a level reached for improving talents. Definitely a good dress rehearsal for what is yet to come.

You played the Jason-Kim angle quite well and not in an unsavory way. Some things are cute, interesting, weird, and then just plain out there. No fine line needed as you kept it real, creative, and respectable while teasing all the while. Kid sees his first boob for the second time, changed forever. Lol. Glad it wasn't my sister, if I had one that is... I'd trade. ^_^ And yes, that was a fitting way to direct Jason's attention from her upper deck to her lower floors, Lol.

"Kim had to be over twelve feet tall, and was still growing." Well placed detail pointing out Kim's height and knowing full well she isn't quite half way done yet. Nice way to say if you think what you've read is good, its not over yet.

"His wires were starting to get crossed, and he tried to look away, but everywhere he looked, the room was filling up with Kim."
I like the way you worded Jason's 'wires' getting crossed. Creative perspective.

I also like how you had Kim stuck at first, then freeing herself before the Big Brother crew arrived. Small stuff. ^_^

“Are you sure you're completely stuck?” Liz asked. “You can't move at all?”
“Let me think. Yeah, I'm stuck,” she snapped sarcastically.
“Assist? Situation? You guys really have a way with words, don't you?” Paul replied with a frown.
“Well. You certainly know how to negotiate.”

Heh... sarcasm at it's most ironic. ^_^

[Phoenix the II]

Stuck huh? That's easily solved, feed her more water :3

[make_her_grow]

Originally Posted by Phoenix the II

Stuck huh? That's easily solved, feed her more water :3

Indeed. The little brother could "accidentally" shoot her with the hose or something lol.

Awesome stuff as always though. Here's hoping for more great growth in this week's installment!

[qzar9999]

A little more plot today. In other news, I'll be on vacation next week. I'm trying to make arrangements, but just in case I can't, I'm letting you guys know now that there may not be a post next Thursday. Thanks for your patience, and the positive feedback.

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Her eyes slowly opened. The overhead lights made her head throb, and she narrowed her eyes to slits. She was seated in a hard, uncomfortable chair. There was a dull gray table in front of her. The far wall held a huge mirror. After a moment, she realized it was more like a one-way window. The setup seemed familiar to her. Shortly, it occurred to her that this looked like one of those police interrogation rooms she had seen on TV. She felt no chains or handcuffs on her; experimentally, she moved around in the chair, then stood up, finding that she was not restrained in any way.

“Ah, you're awake.”

Carla looked around for the source of the voice, seeing a small speaker in the wall over the window.

“So I am. Where the hell am I?” she snarled.

Instead of the voice replying, the door to the room opened and a man walked in. Her stomach turned when she realized it was Will.

“What do you want, you bastard?” Carla snapped.

He looked at her sadly. “First, let me start by apologizing,” he said softly.

“Fuck you.”

“Okay, can't say I blame you for being angry,” re replied.

“Angry?” she said in disbelief. “Angry? You haven't seen angry yet, asshole. Wait until I get out of her and there's nobody to keep an eye on you. I'll show you angry.”

“Carla. Please. Give me a chance to explain,” he said pleadingly.

“Explain what? How you've secretly been on Talbot-Lucian's payroll? How you've probably been using me to spy on CHC? How you've been actively discouraging me from investigating this incident so you can help these assholes cover up their involvement?” Her tone steadily became louder and more aggressive as she went on. “Stop me if I'm wrong, you dick!”

Will held up his hands in a placating gesture. “Carla. Please. Sit down, and let me talk for a minute.”

“Fine,” she snapped through gritted teeth. She sat heavily in the chair and watched him approach, sitting in one opposite her.

“I didn't want it to come to this. Believe that, if nothing else.”

She gave a derisive snort of laughter. “Why should I believe anything you say?”

He sighed. “I suppose that's fair. But if you aren't going to trust anything I tell you, then there's not much point in talking to you, is there? So you can sit in this room by yourself with no information, or you can trust that I don't have any reason to lie to you.”

She shook her head, scowling at him. “Whatever. Say what you have to say, then.”

“Alright. So as you correctly guessed, I was asked to keep an eye on you. With you being the secretary of your organization, I'd have easy access to the notes for what was going on. The only reason we wanted to do that, though, is because of some fairly radical viewpoints expressed by some current and former members. Particularly that bitch Vanessa.”

Seeing her disapproving expression, he raised an eyebrow. “What? You don't like her either. Anyway, some of the higher-ups here were concerned that there might come a day when her, or someone like her, attempted something really drastic. Sabotage, maybe, or falsifying enough evidence to put together a credible scandal to sell to the media. It was my job to help prevent something like that.”

He leaned across the table, getting closer to her, and lowered his voice. A forlorn look crossed his features. “But I want you to know, falling for you wasn't part of the assignment. That was genuine, because you're an amazing woman.”

Her eyes went wide and she reeled back in shock. For a moment she seemed to stunned to speak. “You...you can't possibly...” Reading his expression, she laughed bitterly. “You do, don't you? You honestly think you can make up for lying to me, betraying me, and kidnapping me. Are you fucking kidding me?”

He frowned down at the table surface for a moment. “I really didn't want to do that. Believe me. I only did it to keep you out of trouble.”

Carla glared at him, full of skepticism. “What the hell do you mean? You knocked me out and let them imprison me. How much more trouble could I be in?”

Will stared levelly at her. “If you'd continued on the path you were going down? A lot more. I had orders to keep you from digging too deep, so I hit you with a tranquilizer and had someone come pick us up and drive us here. This was about as easy as it could have gone down. If I hadn't stopped you, the next guys you ran into wouldn't have had any reason to go easy on you. They might have hurt you. Or worse. Not to mention, I would have failed at my assignment, so there would have been no way for me to help you after the fact. As it stands, I'm allowed to handle you directly, so I can keep you from getting in more trouble.”

Sitting up straight, he flicked his eyes meaningfully at the one-way mirror over his shoulder so that only she could see. Speaking loudly and clearly, he continued, “I already told them that I don't believe you know very much. You had suspicions that what's happening to the women in this town might somehow be connected to the lake water, and that was all you had to go on.” With a very subtle shake of his head, he added, “If you know anything else, you need to tell us now.”

Presumably, he hadn't mentioned her suspicions about the communications blackout or their involvement in the military blockade of the town. Hoping she was reading his intended message right, she said, “No. That's all I really had. I figured it was probably something in the water, but I wasn't able to get any more details. And now I guess I never will,” she spat.

“Alright. We're going to have to keep you here for the time being, but we'll be able to release you once we've taken care of this...incident,” Will said. “If you need anything—food, a restroom break, whatever—just press the intercom button by the door.” Rising from the table, he turned and walked toward the exit.

“Will?” she said as he neared the doorway. He paused, turning to look at her. “How long do you think it'll be?”

He looked thoughtful for a moment. “I'm not entirely sure. But we expect to have everything under control within the next 24 hours.”

“And what if you can't get it under control?” she asked.

He looked her in the eyes and seemed as if he was about to say something, but after a few seconds, he turned away and walked out of the room, the door closing and locking with a loud click behind him.

[Mr Wayne]

Originally Posted by qzar9999

“And what if you can't get it under control?” she asked.

He looked her in the eyes and seemed as if he was about to say something, but after a few seconds, he turned away and walked out of the room, the door closing and locking with a loud click behind him.

Qzar9999,

Duh duhh duhhnnnnn...

Sometimes it is better for the audience's imagination to leave ultimatums and consequences unspoken, as you have, in order to let the mind go wild. As in theater, some of the most striking moments are devoid of words but are filled with a simple gaze, or expression. Nice way to wrap up this segment.

[Mr Wayne]

On behalf of Qzar9999, I have offered to post the next story segment for him in order to keep the continuity flowing. Enjoy. ^_^

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"Oh god," Ellen Barrett mumbled to herself as she spotted Dana Ripley walking into the break room. She silently hoped the blonde bimbo would just leave her alone, but apparently it wasn't her day. Dana saw her and flashed a thousand-watt smile, ambling between the tables and standing opposite the seated Ellen.

"Ellen! Hi! How are you?" she said with malicious mock cheerfulness. "Have you heard? About the promotion?"

"Would that be the promotion I was in line for until you hypnotized Mr. Weyland with those watermelons you're smuggling?" she snapped viciously.

Dana smirked. "I got that job because I was the better candidate. You're just jealous because you can't fill out a top with what little you've got. My assets have nothing to do with getting the position."

"Wonder what other positions you've been in lately?" Ellen replied snarkily. Pushing out her chair, she stood and grabbed her cup, then turned away and walked toward the water cooler. She wasn't particularly thirsty, but she wanted to get away from the bitch. Especially since her last comment had stung- Ellen self-consciously glanced down at her chest for a moment, painfully aware of how flat she looked. Today, like most days, she hadn't even bothered with a bra, as her A-cups didn't need one. Her lack of curves continued all the way down, and though she'd never admit it to her rival, she was jealous that her skinny legs and flat ass didn't compare to the busty blonde.

Dana followed her, her heels clicking against the tile. "You know, Ellen, I'm getting a little tired of your constant jibes. My looks don't detract from my ability to do my job, despite what you may think."

"Yeah, but your ability to do your job doesn't prevent you from using your looks to get by with things around here, either." Ellen pulled the handle, but the cooler produced only a dry click. "Great. Fucking thing is empty." She sighed loudly and started toward the sink. "Guess I'm drinking tap water."

The clicking followed her again, each tap a miniature spike to her nerves. Dana's voice assaulted her ears again. "Like I said, you're just jealous. In fact, I'm starting to wonder if I should be concerned about it."

Ellen took a big sip of her water, rolling her eyes. "If you have a point, get to it. You're boring me and ruining my break."

Dana smirked evilly. "Well, it's like this. I'm frankly worried that your petty jealousy and this silly office rivalry is detracting from your ability to do your job. When my promotion is official, I'm going to recommend that your performance be reviewed."

Ellen's eyes widened. "You wouldn't."

Dana grinned wickedly. "You think so?"

Ellen gasped, her jaw dropping in shock. "You bitch! Who do you think you are?" She was suddenly distracted by a strange tingling that began to spread through her system.

"Well, pretty soon, a supervisor, since you asked," the blonde replied with another smirk. "And that puts me in a perfect position to..." She noticed that Ellen didn't seem to be paying attention to her and was instead frowning down at her body. Annoyed, she snapped her fingers in front of the brunette's face. "Hey! Pay attention when your superior is addressing you!"

Ellen scowled at her. "Superior? Like hell you are." She absently patted at her chest, which felt slightly constricted for some reason.

Dana saw her hands moving and glanced down... and was surprised to see Ellen's chest looked a bit different than she remembered. She'd cruelly compared her endowments with Ellen's on more than a few occasions, and she could tell there was more there today. It was as if she was swelling, or... "Oh my god!" she said with a braying laugh. "Are you really so pathetic that you're using falsies now?"

Ellen's eyes narrowed. "What the fuck are you talking about, Tits McGee?" She was angry at Dana, but it was hard to keep her focus-her clothing was starting to feel uncomfortably tight.

"As if you didn't know, Olive Oyl. I'm talking about these." She poked Ellen right in one of her fake mounds, only to be astounded when whatever padding she was using gave like real flesh. The brunette even winced at the jab, as if it actually hurt.

"What was that for?" She rubbed her chest, and her eyes suddenly widened. She looked down at herself and her jaw dropped. "Holy shit! Where did those come from?"

"Oh, please. You bought them off the rack, just like any other flat-chested wannabe," Dana barked. "They're fake, and I can prove it." So saying, she estimated about where the nipple would be on a real breast and pinched. Hard.

"Yeeeow!" Ellen screeched in pain. "What the hell has gotten into you, Wonder Bitch? That hurt!" Glaring angrily at the blonde, Ellen swung her arm back and splashed the rest of her large glass of water directly in Dana's face.

[make_her_grow]

Oooooh, nice!

Here's hoping for a splashing contest between the two!

[qzar9999]

Thank you, Mr Wayne, for the helping hand while I was away. Hope everyone enjoys the next bit! I know I had fun writing it!

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The blonde coughed and spluttered, spitting water out and glaring daggers at Ellen. “Fuck you, Two-by-four!” she bellowed. By now, the other employees in the break room were staring at the commotion. “What the fuck was that for?”

Ellen stared at Dana as if she had just asked what color the sky was. “Because you hurt me, dumbass! What the hell were you thinking, pinching me so hard?” She raised one hand to rub her sore nipple and was shocked—not only by how sensitive it felt, but by the fact that she actually had to cup her hand over a breast that was larger than it had been moments ago. Leaving her hand there, she stared down in amazement as she could actually see them swelling slowly bigger, straining the fabric of her blouse. Her nipples were stiff and clearly outlined by the dark blue cloth. It suddenly struck her that, whatever was happening to her, she would now have to wear bras—a thought that brought a smile to her face even in her confusion.

Dana shook her head, droplets of water flinging off of her and spattering Ellen's skin. “Oh, please! You can't hurt fake...” She trailed off, looking down at her rival's chest and seeing its slow expansion. “...tits?” she finished questioningly. “What the hell? Are you wearing inflatable air bags or some bullshit?” She raised her head to meet the brunette's eyes and was hit with another surprise.

Ellen was taller.

Disoriented, Dana shot a quick glance downward to confirm that her coworker wasn't wearing heels. Sure enough, her simple black flats offered her no extra height. Yet, somehow, her eye level was higher than Dana's, even though the blonde had worn three-inch heels and was an inch taller than Ellen even without them.

As she looked back up to her foe's face, Ellen seemed to notice it as well. “What's going on? Why do you look so...short?” she said aloud. As the two women held each other's gaze, Ellen had to keep gradually tilting her head down as Dana craned her neck slowly. “Oh my god! I'm getting taller!”

Completely stunned by what she was seeing, Dana shook her head again as if to clear it. With her head level, Ellen's chest was rising up to be even with her eyes- which widened when she saw that “Olive Oyl” was now sporting at least a C cup, maybe even a D. The buttons on her blouse were straining as gaps appeared between them, getting wider as her impossible growth continued. One shot off with a snap, flying across the room. A quick, nervous glance downward at her own assets made Dana realize that Ellen's boobs might actually be bigger than hers!

She looked back up again, to her office nemesis' ever-higher face, and saw a vicious smirk. “Like what you see?” Ellen said wickedly. “Here, why don't you have a closer look!” So saying, she raised her arms (which were starting to split the seams of her blouse sleeves), put her hands on the back of the blonde's head, and pulled her suddenly forward, smashing her face between the brunette's burgeoning bosoms.

Dana was caught completely off-guard by the aggressive move and found herself being smothered between two enormous tits that hadn't existed five minutes ago. She tried to cry out, but could only manage “Mmmph!” from between the mounds. She struggled, but found herself unable to push away from the other woman's steadily increasing size and strength. She could feel the pressure increasing as the breasts on either side of her head kept growing. A couple of sharp, painful impacts on her torso told her that a couple more buttons on Ellen's shirt had popped off. She could hear the enlarging brunette saying something, but it was muffled by the melons that were pressed against either side of her head.

Suddenly, the blonde became aware of a strange warmth and tingling spreading throughout her body, the sensation strong enough to get her attention even in her present circumstances. Moments later, she felt her suit jacket and skirt starting to tighten on her body. For a few seconds she didn't make the connection, but then, as her bra began to dig into her own boobs, she figured out what was happening and grinned, realizing her rival wouldn't be bigger than her for long...

Ellen's lips parted in a toothy grin as she relished the feeling of her diminishing enemy struggling to escape from her newly-grown breasts. The relatively puny blonde was helpless against her large, powerful arms as they compressed her against the swelling mounds of flesh. Ellen felt a few more buttons shoot off of her shirt; her pants were tightening around her hips and ass and she could feel the seams starting to give. She felt a rough popping sensation around her feet, then the cool tile floor meeting her bare skin, and she realized her shoes had burst. A brief flash of consternation flashed across her mind at the thought of being naked if this growth kept up—but it was quickly replaced with an unexpected sensual thrill. She didn't care if someone saw her nude, now; not only was she rapidly developing some serious curves, but compared to her surroundings and the increasingly tiny rival she was squashing, she estimated she had to be seven feet tall and still growing, so who could do anything about it?

“How do you like my chest now, you slut?” she said, smiling down at the top of the blonde's head, which was rapidly vanishing between her hooters. She realized she was also experiencing a sexual jolt from dominating Dana so thoroughly. Normally, she wasn't attracted to other women, but something about her former nemesis getting smaller and smaller before her made her think of taking advantage of the situation. “Hmm. Maybe when I stop growing, I'll find somewhere else to put you...” She noticed that while some of the other employees had left the break room and several others were staring dumbstruck at the amazing sight, at least two of the guys had their phones out, documenting the event. She wondered if she should put a stop to it, or really give them a show.

Suddenly, Ellen became aware of a shift in the situation. Initially, she couldn't tell what was wrong, but soon enough, she realized Dana's struggles had stopped getting weaker. Shortly after that, they began to increase in strength and her head began to rise back out of the brunette's cleavage. Her nemesis was growing too! The pleasure she was feeling abruptly stopped, as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped on her. Now she wouldn't be able to use her size to dominate the little bitch. The thought of Dana getting even bigger than her briefly intruded and gave her a chill, but she pushed it aside, hoping that wouldn't happen. Her own growth continued unabated, the seams down the sides of her pants splitting further as her curves swelled and her legs lengthened, the last few buttons shooting off of her blouse and exposing her massive breasts to the air even as Dana finally pushed herself free of the cleavage hug she had been forced into. Ellen gave her foe a quick head-to-toe glance as the blonde stepped back.

[make_her_grow]

Oooooh this growth scene is gonna be good.

Can't wait for this week's installment.

[qzar9999]

Did somebody say "growing mini-GTS cat fight?"

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“You're not going to be the biggest bitch around here for long!” Dana said gleefully, glad to see that her hated coworker now didn't seem quite as big as she had a short time ago. Her skirt, which had already hugged her hips, was drawn drum-tight around her thighs and butt; a few stitches burst along the sides, and her continuing growth widened the gaps rapidly until the garment tore off of her, revealing skimpy black lace panties. Her suit jacket was squeezing tightly against her arms, but as she added inches to her size, it too began to split open. The brazenly low-cut shirt beneath it was inadequate to cover her growing bust, and the orbs were starting to spill out of the top and sides of the garment.

Feeling pleasurable tingles, Dana ran her hands over her swelling boobs, pressing them together alluringly. “And, my god, look at my tits! You may have sprouted a big set, but I had a head start on you!” she said, smirking at an annoyed-looking Ellen. The brunette was still taller than her and still growing, although the gap seemed to be slowly closing. “How much you want to bet that whenever this stops, you're still going to look flat next to me!”

“That's it!” roared Ellen. “I've had enough of your fucking attitude!” Red-faced and glowering, she stomped rapidly across the shrinking break room towards her still-smaller tormentor. Pieces of her pant legs ripped off of her with each stride, gradually stripping her down to the striped panties that were now stretched extremely tight around her waist. The sight of an enraged woman larger than an Amazon warrior terrified most of the remaining employees into fleeing the break room, save for one guy who was still recording a video on his phone.

The intimidating sight of a furious, giant Ellen wasn't lost on Dana, who seemed to realize belatedly that the height difference, while not as drastic as it had been, was still enough to be significant. She started to step back quickly. She put her hands up defensively. “Hey, wait a second, now, let's not--” Before she could finish her sentence, her heels, unable to take the pressure from her increased weight and growing feet, snapped beneath her, sending her sprawling on her ass. “Oof!” she cried as her butt hit the tile flooring.

Ellen halted in mid-charge and burst out laughing. “Ha! What's the matter, blondie? Can't walk in those fuck-me heels you love so much?” Dana scowled up at her. “Good thing you had that fat ass to cushion you!” she added as the blonde pushed herself to her feet. Her straining arms finally shredded the last of her suit jacket as she did so, scraps of it fluttering down around her and leaving her clothed in only her lack black underwear (which looked like a tiny thong) and something that had once been a shirt but now covered less area than a tube top, with her enormous breasts bulging out of the top and sides and stretching the garment to its limits, bits of black lace from her equally overtaxed bra sticking out in a few places.

“You call it fat all you want. But the guys call it fantastic,” Dana retorted. “Not that you'd know what that's like, though, right? I bet the only guy who was ever glad to see you naked was your gynecologist,” she continued, a wicked smirk on her face.

Ellen's laughter stopped and anger flooded back into her features. “If you're not going to shut your fucking mouth, I guess I'll have to do it for you,” she snarled. “Now that I think of it, I'm pretty sure I've wanted to do this for a while!” So saying, she resumed her rapid march toward the blonde, crossing the remaining distance in seconds and delivering a ringing slap to the side of her face. The women were so large by now that the crack of her palm meeting Dana's face was louder than a cabinet door slamming.

The blonde put a hand up to her stinging cheek and stared at Ellen with eyes full of pain and fury. “You bitch!” She drew her other hand back and swung her arm upward to give the taller brunette a reciprocal slap. While it likely didn't hurt as much due to the size difference, it was apparently enough to escalate things.

“That was the last straw! I'm gonna give you the ass-beating you've been practically begging for since you started working here!” Ellen bellowed. Curling one huge hand into a fist, she slugged her foe in the stomach, causing Dana to double over in pain. The blonde recovered quickly, though, and dodged the next blow, lashing out with a vicious kick to Ellen's shin.

Realizing that things were officially out of hand, the man who had stayed behind and filmed the encounter finally stopped recording, bringing up his dialer and pressing a few keys. After a few seconds, it rang once, followed by a female operator answering.

“911, what is the nature of your emergency?”

“Well, it's a little hard to explain,” he said, trying to figure out how to convey the seriousness of the problem without sounding like a lunatic. He watched the two growing women exchanging blows, a cold dread building in his stomach as he wondered how big they might get. “There are a couple of people in a, uh, really big fight here, and I think you need to send some officers to break it up.”

“How big is the altercation?” the operator responded.

The blonde one picked up a chair with one hand as if it weighed nothing and threw it violently at the brunette. He gulped nervously. “Um...pretty big. Like, really big. You might need to send a SWAT team or something.”

“How many people are involved, sir?” she prompted.

“Uhh...At least ten,” he replied, thinking quickly. “And there are a couple of, um, really strong people. You really need to send as many guys as you can,” he added, hearing the loud cracking of splintering wood as one of the women was slammed into the cabinets. The operator said something else, but he couldn't hear it over the noise, so he turned away and stepped closer to the doorway. “I'm sorry, what?”

“I said, can you give me the address, sir?”

He started to reply, but he had gotten no further than the building number when something big and heavy hit him hard in the back, driving him to the floor and knocking the wind out of him. The phone flew into the hallway as he fell, and pain flooded his nerves as the heavy object pressed him hard against the ground. As he started to lose consciousness, he heard something right behind him that sounded like a human scream, only incredibly loud, and whatever had pinned him to the ground (it felt warm and pliable) rolled off of him, its weight shifting and finally leaving him entirely just before blackness swallowed him.

[make_her_grow]

Awesome stuff. Hope the ladies keep growing...