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

[Mr Wayne]

Soon it will be more than bikinis, towels, bras, panties, and thongs. B;-)
*Turns the out-of-control knob clock-wise, repeatedly*


++Additional comment++
Qzar9999,

Why do I suddenly have the funny feeling that some good looking, but unsuspecting young woman is about to gulp down copious quantities of the tainted water supply and start to bust out of her entire outfit...? Maybe even in fitful spurts as more and more people around her turn inside out from the impossible-made-possible growth spurt... B)

[qzar9999]

You...may be on to something, V. Not quite yet, mind you, but stay tuned.

Ahoy! Next part off the starboard bow!

* * * * *

Carla checked her watch for probably the twelfth time in the past hour. Sometimes she had to remind herself that CHC was for a good cause to keep herself from getting overwhelmed by boredom/frustration and running out of a meeting, never to return. It didn't help that Vanessa naturally had a kind of bossy, take-charge personality to go along with her tall, athletic build, so she had a tendency to sometimes control the sessions. Tonight was worse than usual, though; she couldn't put her finger on exactly why, but Carla felt like Vanessa was being even more domineering than she was used to. She almost seemed to be taking up more space in the room than she should, as if she was literally larger than life.

Or maybe your jealousy is just flaring up, she thought ruefully. In addition to being tall for a woman, Vanessa had more curves than the petite Carla—a fact which had never escaped her notice. Not that what she's wearing is helping any. She had dressed a bit more provocatively than Carla was used to seeing on her; her shirt exposed her midriff at the bottom and a not-inconsiderable amount of cleavage at the top, and her jeans were clinging tightly to her ass, flexing like a second skin every time she took a step. I don't see how she can even bend over. Hope she doesn't drop anything. She had a fleeting mental picture of the painted-on denim splitting to the embarrassment of the unofficial queen of the CHC and laughed to herself before realizing she'd stopped taking notes. She forced herself to pay more attention and tuned back in to the conversation.

“...not sure what you're getting at, Van,” said David Campbell, a supervisor at the water treatment plant. Carla suspected his lack of comprehension was due mainly to the fact that he'd probably been too busy staring at Vanessa's display to mind her speech, then kicked herself for being petty.

“It's simple, Dave,” Vanessa answered while pacing the room. “You'd probably know better than almost anyone else in town if anything was off about the lake water. I was just asking if anything had come up lately. I'd think with all the tests and chemicals and instruments and...stuff...at the plant, anything anomalous would show up easily.”

“No, nothing lately. And you're right, I would know. We have to be especially careful considering how close Talbot-Lucian is to the lake. But really, there wasn't anything this weekend.”

“This weekend?” Vanessa replied in a strangely sharp tone. “What about today?”

“Well, today was my day off. But I don't see why much would have changed, and I would've been notified if there was a problem.”

Vanessa looked agitated. “You didn't work today? But what if--” She paused and seemed to regain her composure. “Never mind. I'm sure you're right, you'd have been contacted if anything was up. But, Dave,” she added, bending down near his seat to better make eye contact, “you're the only guy who works there who really cares about the health of our town. You're our guy on the inside, and we need you to look out for us,” she finished, batting her eyes. Carla stifled a sigh of distaste at Vanessa's shameless flirting.

However, it had the desired impact. “O-okay, Vanessa. Will do. You know I'm happy to help out,” Dave said with a smile.

“Thanks!” she beamed at him as she stood back up. “Well, that's all I had to address. Anyone else?” She looked around at the assembly for a few seconds. After nobody spoke up, she spoke again. “I guess we're done for tonight, folks. In closing, I'd like to remind you all to keep your eyes open. It's only a matter of time before Talbot-Lucian makes a really big mistake, and we can get them shut down and out of this town. And I think their time is running out,” she added. “Don't forget, take home some of the snacks if you want to. See you all next month!”

[Mr Wayne]

Originally Posted by qzar9999

"...and her jeans were clinging tightly to her ass, flexing like a second skin every time she took a step."

Qzar9999,

That has to be the first time I've seen tight jeans described that way and have to give you a nod for creativity. Like the 'flexing' adjective; sort of gives it a sense of power.

Well, I've already copied and pasted this latest installment into the save file I made and continue to look forward to the action and suspense that lies ahead.

[qzar9999]

Oh, I guess I should've told you. I'll be posting a document file of each day as it's completed. Proper formatting and everything. I mean, I'm flattered you're saving it ^_^ but I've already taken care of it for you.

[Mr Wayne]

Originally Posted by qzar9999

Oh, I guess I should've told you. I'll be posting a document file of each day as it's completed. Proper formatting and everything. I mean, I'm flattered you're saving it ^_^ but I've already taken care of it for you.

Qzar9999,

We're all set then. I'll also take a check of a million dollars for the package deal, if that is included. ^_^

Looking forward to the next installment.

[qzar9999]

Bit of plot stuff here, bringing "Monday" to a close. I'll be taking a break for a couple of days to get some more writing done, then I'll being posting "Tuesday." With a new day will come even more growth! Also, attached at the end of this post is a document file containing Monday in its entirety. (Also Sunday, for the sake of completeness.)

* * * * *

In a small building high up a wooded hillside, a man sat in a tall, well-padded chair, watching the sun set over the expanse of Wolf Lake and the Talbot-Lucian chemical plant. He was so still and silent he might have been asleep, or dead, though he was neither. The sound of the elevator in the opposite wall stirred him from his contemplation as one of his subordinates entered his private hideaway via the hidden connection from the plant. The visitor paused at the desk, staring at the back of the chair and waiting to be acknowledged. Anyone who had the right to be in this room knew better than to disturb its owner. Finally the chair swiveled around, allowing the stern-looking silver-haired man seated there to face the newcomer.

“Sir. We have some information regarding the missing truck. You asked to be kept current, sir.”

Benjamin Vannacutt fixed his intense green-eyed gaze on David Kessler, one of Talbot-Lucian's highest-placed executives. “Do tell, Mr. Kessler.”

Kessler swallowed nervously and took a second to try to compose himself. “As you know, sir, the local police believe there was an accident on the road going around the reservoir, and they suspect that a freight truck was involved and crashed into the lake. We're reasonably sure that was our truck.” At Vannacutt's impatient nod, he continued hurriedly. “Well, we've examined our shipping records and have identified the compound that was being carried by that missing vehicle, and which is therefore possibly contaminating the lake. Here's the file, sir.”

Kessler passed a manila folder stamped “CONFIDENTIAL – L5 CLEARANCE REQUIRED” across the desk to the older man. The CEO of Talbot-Lucian examined the documents in the folder. His eyebrows rose briefly, but otherwise his expression betrayed nothing. Kessler was impressed; he'd broken into a cold sweat upon first reading the file and realizing the implications. Shortly, Vannacutt closed the file and addressed him.

“Mr. Kessler. Please take this file to Mr. Marshak in security. Inform him that I'm ordering the Servo Protocols be enacted. He'll know what to do from there.”

* * * * *

[Mr Wayne]

Qzar9999,

At least now I have a pretty good indication of what the entire story's length would roughly end up to be, and the outlook is very positive. From some of the story parts I was getting the feeling that it seemed too quick, but that must have been my heightened anticipation of future segments. With each story-day roughly about as long as "Monday" the details will be many indeed.

Now you go take a much deserved respite while I try and book myself some tickets to the Wolf Lake volleyball game.

[qzar9999]

You were worried it'd be over too quick? But there's only been one clothes-bursting scene, no sex, and no women reaching double digits in height! What kind of hack author do you take me for?

And when it's all said and done, "Monday" may end up being one of the shortest days. Both in story length and in the height of the ladies. According to OpenOffice, Monday has a word count of about 5600 and is just over 10 pages. Tuesday has over 12000 words and is nearly 19 pages. 0_o And the unfinished Wednesday is already getting close to Monday's length. So, yeah. And don't even get me started on everything I want to include in the story on Friday...

And, regretfully, I must inform you the game was called on account of giantess.

I don't post very often (honestly I'm shocked its as high as 81) but I thought I'd give you some feedback.

I am enjoying this story, and check in on its progress every time I visit.

Thanks for it!

[Mr Wayne]

Originally Posted by qzar9999

You were worried it'd be over too quick? But there's only been one clothes-bursting scene, no sex, and no women reaching double digits in height! What kind of hack author do you take me for?

And when it's all said and done, "Monday" may end up being one of the shortest days. Both in story length and in the height of the ladies. According to OpenOffice, Monday has a word count of about 5600 and is just over 10 pages. Tuesday has over 12000 words and is nearly 19 pages. 0_o And the unfinished Wednesday is already getting close to Monday's length. So, yeah. And don't even get me started on everything I want to include in the story on Friday...

And, regretfully, I must inform you the game was called on account of giantess.

Qzar9999,

A well timed observation that illuminates more is a good thing, I'd say. And you have certainly given your audience a plethora of positive reinforcement, plus evidence, to support the prominent direction you expect your story to undertake. Personally, I am now more than twice as eager to see this story through just from the stats on it's potential length. Though, you have to admit it takes a certain degree of commitment, interest in FG, skills with writing, drawing, or computer graphic design in order to achieve much of the quality stuff that this fetish combs through.

I don't want to say I always set my standards too high or expectations low for this sort of material, but then again I must also admit that I am a realist. Half pessimist and half optimist. Both parts now speak in unison that this guy <--- is sticking around for the whole show at Wolf Lake. Not that I was ever tempted to leave, mind you. One minor clothes bursting scene (if bikinis qualify, lol) was nowhere near enough.

I'm glad I checked out this thread and feel honored to have given it the deserved push, and pat on the back. B-) (*just remember no poof size increase scenes)

Originally Posted by LezloShig

I don't post very often (honestly I'm shocked its as high as 81) but I thought I'd give you some feedback.

I am enjoying this story, and check in on its progress every time I visit.

Thanks for it!

LezloShig,

Your interest and well timed appreciation makes your single post as meaningful as many.

[tsokei]

Nice work so far- no major mechanical problems and the descriptions are great.

[Mr Wayne]

*Hears my iPod Touch ding, indicating I received a new e-mail, and immediately scrambles to my laptop, logs onto the Process Forum, practically leaps to this thread...... And realizes I never checked my e-mail to see what it was and laughs at my eager anticipation of a new story segment being posted*

Word to the wise, none of the above actually happened. But it will. Soon.. B)