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

[kuenbu]

Ring popping off? Check. Ripping white canvas shoes? Check. Long sleeve Blouse? Check and ummm Hannah? Yep...I see what you did there.

[qzar9999]

Heh. Yeah, I did make it kind of obvious, didn't I? I wanted to see if I could do that classic scene justice; hopefully you enjoyed.

Sorry for the delay, folks; vacation, and then getting back into the swing of things after vacation, ate up a lot of my time. But I'm back, and ready to continue my story. Here we have a short bit with plot, and next will be some more growing fun.

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When Ellen Summers walked into the doctor's office that morning trailed by the entire volleyball team, Carla's jaw dropped. She'd heard of rapid growth spurts in teenagers, but never ones that caused people to shoot up two feet overnight. Then she had to do a double-take when she realized Susan Knox was even taller; the girl was ten feet if she was an inch. Even Zara Milos, formerly the shortest member of the team, towered over Carla. She listened in amazement as the coach and her team recounted the situation, then called for Dr. Matthews to come to the front. He asked for details, but she insisted he'd have to see for himself, since he'd never believe her. His obvious irritation immediately became shock as he got a look at his waiting room. He got some basic information on Susan (having particular difficulty getting her height, which turned out to be 12'3”) then directed Carla to do the same for the other patients while he took her back to an exam room.

After a few of the teens had been taken to the back, Darla Morgan and Janet Laine arrived. With the waiting room and exam rooms crowded with enormous young women, Carla didn't think she could feel any shorter. Then, when it was nearly her lunch hour, five girls from the swim team came in, all of them even bigger than the students that had come before them. After several moments of stunned silence, she recovered her wits enough to take down their basic information, notify the doctor of the new arrivals, and punch out early for her lunch. She called Will as she left.

“Hon, I'm taking an early lunch. You free?”

“I think I can manage,” he replied. “Where should I meet you? Your usual cafe?”

“No, I'm thinking somewhere that serves alcohol.”

She heard the puzzlement in his voice. “Since when do you drink on lunch hour? Or at all, on a weekday?”

“Since TODAY,” she said sharply. “Oh, God,” she added after a moment, “I just realized that call from Ruby Miller earlier probably wasn't some kind of prank. I need a good stiff drink or three.”

“Damn! Something on your mind?”

“You could say that. And when I tell you what, you might need a drink too. And please, no jokes,” she added as an afterthought.

“Must you read my mind? Okay. Chotchkie's?”

“Fine, I don't care. I just hope we don't get that asshole waiter Brian again.”

[Mr Wayne]

*Gives five standing ovations for the return of the Qzar*

Qzar9999,

Welcome back. Surprising that Carla was so out of her mind by what she was seeing that she didn't put two and two two-gether. Yet.. And you did do the 50ft Woman scene justice. But I hope the next myriad of victims at Wolf Lake won't be safe indoors either. B;-)

[qzar9999]

Give Carla a bit of time. Maybe she'll catch on once she's had time to really think about it. ^_^

Here we go with the next bit: In Which More Growth Occurs in the Park.

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“You know, Hannah, that's a good question,” replied Linda, shouting up at the newly-grown giantess. “I mean, it seemed like we all started to change, but why did the rest of us stop?”

“Um, Linda...maybe you spoke too soon,” Cristi said with an edge in her voice. “Look at Marion.”

“What? What do you mean?” asked Marion, looking down at herself in panic as her friends all turned to see what Cristi meant. At first nothing was obviously different, but after a few seconds it was apparent that she, too, was slowly enlarging. The sleeves of her blue blouse, which had been loose when she put it on, were creeping up her arms and slowly losing their bagginess. The buttons, already strained from her earlier breast growth, were being pulled even harder as the fabric tried to separate. The dark blue scarf draped around her neck was being lifted and pushed outward as her breasts continued to swell up. The bottom of her blouse was rising steadily higher, exposing more of her midriff above her stretching belt. The sound of metal breaking apart came from the belt as its buckle shattered under the strain, leaving the ruined belt hanging to either side of her growing waist.

“Aaah!” she shreiked in pain, suddenly clawing at the back of her head. Seconds later there was an audible POP and her wavy black hair came tumbling down across her shoulders, accompanied by a loud sigh of relief. Joanna felt a faint sting as something hit her; looking down, she saw the broken strands of elastic that had been holding Marion's ponytail together falling away from her. Another breaking-metal sound drew her attention back to the growing woman. She tried to spot the source of the sound, and after a moment noticed Marion's blue underwear was visible through the now-open front of her tightening slacks. Must have been the zipper coming apart. Scanning down her friend's legs, she figured the rest of the garment couldn't be far behind, as there was already so much woman inside the tan slacks that the fabric had pulled taut and the ankles of them were halfway up her shins.

“Oh, shit! Am I going to get as big as Hannah?” Marion exclaimed, panic in her blue eyes as she looked around (and increasingly down) at the others. “Oh!” she gasped as the top button on her blouse finally tore off. One by one, the rest of them followed suit, the front of her shirt making an ever-deeper V and revealing more of her enormous tits in a too-small blue bra. The last button, however, refused to give up the ghost and hung valiantly on, almost making Marion look like she was wearing a shirt tied together at the bottom. As the gap in her blouse spread downward, the scarf had been moving in the opposite direction, buoyed by her increasing height and bustline, and now it looked comically small on her. At the start of the day, draped over her neck, the accessory had hung almost to her waist; the ends of it now failed to even make it all the way down her breasts.

A long, steady ripping drew everyone's eyes down to Marion's legs. The seam on her left leg had begun to give, starting at the bottom (which was now at her knee) and spreading quickly up the leg. More and more of her bare flesh was revealed as the tear crept higher, all the way to her waist. In a moment, the right leg followed its mate, leaving long strips of tan fabric hanging down to her knees that did nothing at all to clothe her. The only thing holding the shredded remains of her pants to her growing frame was the waistband, which was starting to dig into her widening hips as her growth showed no signs of stopping.

Another gasp of pain came from the developing giantess as she frowned at her arms. The sleeves were stuck halfway between her elbows and shoulders, and they had gone from hanging loose to constricting her. Her skin was turning red around the edges of the sleeves as they hampered her circulation. The stitches that held them on at the shoulders began to fail, tears spreading around both arms until finally they were totally separated. This seemed to be all the stretched fabric could take, and the sleeves just...exploded. They burst into a shower of blue scraps, drifting slowly down toward her friends, who merely looked up, astonished at the sight before them.

And what a sight. Marion was already double the height of anyone else there (except Hannah) and barely covered by the scraps of her former outfit. Her tattered blue blouse was held together by a single button that used to be at her waist and now was trapped just under the swell of her bust, exposing a positively massive set of boobs that were overwhelming the cups of the stretched-out bra still trying to contain them. Her entire belly was exposed, which revealed that despite her growth, it was proportionately slimmer than it had been earlier. The same could not be said for her hips; she'd grown some new curves in that department, and even if she'd been her normal height her ripped pants wouldn't have covered her.

As they watched, even that insufficient covering became unsustainable as her expansion continued unabated. They all heard an extremely loud tearing sound as the waist of her slacks severed in multiple places at once, dropping the destroyed clothing away from her and showing off her voluptuous hips and the weakening blue boy shorts-style briefs (which now looked like a g-string). Some more fabric popping sounds came from above as the tiny bra's straps snapped and her titanic tits surged forward. This bit of extra pressure proved too much for the sole remaining button on her blouse and it finally surrendered, letting the shirt fly open in front as the cups of her bra dropped to the ground. She cried out and tried to cover herself, but seemed to have some trouble positioning her arms, as even to her her breasts were much bigger. The shifting of her shoulders destroyed what remained of the stitching and her blouse fell off, taking her scarf with it.

A look of distress crossed her huge features as she tried and failed to look down past her massive tits. “Oh, no, not them too...” Her protests proved futile as the briefs gave way and snapped, joining the rest of her outfit in a pile on the ground. She covered herself as best she could with one hand, keeping the other across her chest. “I think...I think it's stopped,” she said, looking down at her friends, then slightly up at Hannah. Her eyes were level with the other giantess' mouth, making a relative height difference of what would've been just a few inches at their old size. “Hey! No fair!” she said after a moment. “You're bigger than me and you still have your panties! What the hell?!” she shouted angrily.

Hannah shrugged. “Beats me. I didn't have anything to do with that. I'm just gonna count myself lucky,” she replied.

“Hey, I think we have more important concerns than panties at present!” Linda shouted up at the duo. “Such as, what the hell is going on here, and what are we going to do with you two?”

“Better make that three,” moaned Pamela.

“Or four,” added Joanna.

[make_her_grow]

Heh. Noticed the 50ft Woman references.

Nice job on the story. As a man who loves growth, I'm really loving this story so far.

I can only hope a lady or two will actually take a dip in the lake itself.

Keep up the good work!

[Mr Wayne]

Originally Posted by make_her_grow

Heh. Noticed the 50ft Woman references.

Nice job on the story. As a man who loves growth, I'm really loving this story so far.

I can only hope a lady or two will actually take a dip in the lake itself.

Keep up the good work!

make_her_grow,

You know, that would be an excellent idea for an innocent bystander, cute, attractive, meek woman to oopsie fall into the Lake. Imagine the size fallout from that. B)

[qzar9999]

Spoilers, guys.

Next bit, more plot stuff. Growth returns in the next part.

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Will walked up to the table where his girlfriend was sitting. As he dropped into the chair across from her, he noticed an empty tumbler on the table and another half-empty one in Carla's hand. She didn't even seem to notice him at first; she was doing a thousand-yard stare out of the window by the table. Finally, he cleared his throat and she seemed to snap out of it enough to look at him.

“Rough morning?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“You have no idea,” she replied.

“So what's going on?” he asked, after she didn't volunteer any more information.

“I don't think you'll believe me when I tell you,” she answered. Taking another sip of her drink, she added, “I barely believe it, and I saw it.”

“Try me.”

“Well. I'm not sure how to put it so it won't sound crazy.” She seemed to be trying to think. Finally, she continued. “I guess there's no other way to say it. All morning, these girls from the high school have been coming in, and...they've turned into Amazons.”

Will stared blankly at her for a few moments. “Okay. What's the punchline? I don't get it.”

“Punchline? I'm not joking. They're Amazons.”

“Amazons,” he said flatly.

“Yes.”

“Like, tall, savage warrior women with huge tits and fur bikinis.”

“Well, no, not savages, and none of them were wearing fur, but...” she faltered for a moment. “I don't have a better word for what's happened to them.” He seemed to be trying to stifle laughter, and she got annoyed. “They were normal a few days ago, and now they've all grown huge!”

Will shrugged. “Teenagers go through growth spurts. I read somewhere that people can keep growing until, like, their mid-20s.”

“This isn't just some normal growth spurt!” she shouted, exasperated. “I'm telling you, they're enormous!”

“Look, babe, you know I love you. But you have got to stop letting your height bother you. I'm worried you're developing a complex,” he said. “Just because they're taller than you doesn't make them Amazons.”

Now Carla looked more annoyed. She tipped back the rest of her drink and signaled the waitress for another one before addressing him again. “You're right, that doesn't,” she said through gritted teeth. “But I think maybe the fact that they're all over SEVEN FUCKING FEET TALL does.”

“What?” He looked surprised for a moment, then grinned. “Okay, now I know you're putting me on.”

“This isn't a joke, you ass! I'm telling you the truth!”

His amused expression didn't change. “You expect me to believe that a bunch high school girls--”

“Fifteen of them, to be exact,” she interjected.

“Right. Fifteen high school girls just suddenly shot up to seven feet tall practically overnight.”

“Actually the shortest one was 7'2”. One of the girls on the swim team was 12'10”. And yes, that's exactly what happened.”

“Babe. That's impossible. Nobody is that big,” he said, shaking his head.

“Tell that to the swim team, Will.” Her next drink arrived and she took a big sip. “And I'm going nuts in that office. I feel short enough around normal people, but with this going on... And then I try to discuss it with you and you don't believe me, which isn't helping at all,” she finished with a glare.

He looked skeptically at her. “Well, fine. Show me some proof.”

“What? What do you mean, proof?”

“I mean, like, you must have taken a picture with your phone or something, right? If something like this actually happened it'd be headline-worthy. You know, impossibility and all,” he added, a note of amusement back in his voice.

“Well, no, I didn't. They're patients. Do you know what kind of trouble I could have gotten into for that?” Carla said angrily, taking another sip of her drink and mentally kicking herself for not sneaking a photo or two. Damn. Wish I'd thought of that.

“Well then see if you can take one later without being obvious about it and send it to me,” he said. Then he smiled broadly at her. “Better yet, I'll walk you back to work! Then I can see these 'Amazons' for myself,” he added. “Unless, of course, you're prepared to admit now that this is some bizarre joke that you refuse to abandon.”

“Fine. You can walk me back after I've had something to eat. If I go back to work on three drinks and an empty stomach, my afternoon may not go so well,” she said with a scowl.

After the waitress came and took their lunch order, he noticed she was staring pensively out of the window again. “Something else on your mind?”

“Hmm? Oh. Well, I was just thinking...I wonder if what happened to them is contagious, somehow. I mean, you know I hate being so short, but I don't think I'd want to be that tall, either.”

He looked at her quizzically. “Really?” he asked. “As hung up on your height as you are, I'd expect you to jump at the chance, even if it meant standing out in a crowd.”

She looked at him incredulously. “Standing out in a crowd? Will, were you listening when I said that the shortest girl in the office was over seven feet? That's already highly unusual, enough to get you stared at constantly. And most of them were bigger than that. What if I ended up thirteen feet tall? I'd be a freak.”

He smiled good-naturedly at her. “I'd still love you anyway.” He gave that a moment to sink in before adding, “Even if I had to stand on a stepladder to reach your boobs.” She threw a roll at him, and he dodged it, glad to see she was cheering up a bit.

“You'll pay for that remark later, mister,” she said sternly. “But I really do wonder what happened to them. I mean, none of the groups came into contact with any of the other ones, according to them, so how were they...” She trailed off, staring at the ice cubes floating in Will's glass.

“Carla? Hon?” When he got no response, he waved his hand in front of her face. “Earth to Carla. Come in, Carla. Over.”

She snapped out of her trance, startled. “Hmm? Oh. Sorry. I just thought of something. I think I'll run it by Bruce when I get back to the office.”

[Mr Wayne]

Gotta love the chemistry of Carla's character even for an FG story. Full of insecurities yet so much strength and individuality. But another minute detail begs one to wonder what happens when ice cubes served at Wolf Lake bars and restaurants are tainted with the water supply.. Hmmmmm.... As I turn my annual clock ahead one year, I am left to wonder as I follow the exploits of Wolf Lake just how crazy things will become. I don't think I have to worry at all about the journey there, which has been well thought out, planned, sensible, unexpected, and BurStInG with fun.

This is truly the best FG story to come our way in quite a while, no offense to any other writers. We all have our cup o' tea.

[qzar9999]

Well thank you, V. I'm flattered.

And now, back to the growing ladies in the park!
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Pamela and Joanna turned to look at each other as what each had said sank in. They met each other's eyes, and a quick glance showed that while they were about the same height, they were already a head taller than Linda or Cristi and were rising fast.

“Hey, Hannah! How's the weather up there?” Joanna asked suddenly. “Never mind, I guess I'll find out for myself in a minute,” she added with a laugh.

“Is this really a good time for jokes, Joanna?” Pamela said, glaring at her. Her look changed to surprise when a moment later she had to brush her straight blond hair away from her eyes, then to outright shock as she felt her hair all around her head and realized it had grown several inches longer than the pixie cut she normally wore.

“Oh, I suppose you're right, Pam,” she replied, rolling her eyes. “Maybe if I get upset enough about it it'll stop happening!”

“That's not—ow!” Pamela stopped in midsentence and started grasping at the thin straps of her green floral-print sundress. They had drawn tight and were digging into her shoulders. She cried out in pain again before they broke with two loud snapping sounds, leaving her bare shoulders marked with angry red lines. Now that the top of the sundress was no longer being pulled up by the straps, the top of it fell down some, partially exposing her pale green strapless bra and the larger breasts she now sported. She shrieked in embarrassment and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Wardrobe malfunction, Pammy?” taunted Joanna. Her smirk faded as a ripping sound drew her attention downward. The V-neck of the sleeveless pink top she'd worn today was starting to split, driving the V deeper and showing off the middle of the pink bra underneath.

“Look who's talking,” retorted Pamela. “Anyway, I think both of us are going to have some serious wardrobe issues in a minute.” She looked down at her sundress in dismay; the waist was drawing very tight as her hips grew bigger, the flowers in the pattern stretching into bizarre shapes, and the hem was already well above her knees and still creeping upward. The continued growth of her upper body had left the top of the dress behind and now only the strapless bra covered her swelling breasts. She was still crossing her arms over her chest, but her boobs were growing even faster than the rest of her and slowly pushing her arms further out in front of her.

Joanna started to crack another joke at Pam's expense, but a look at her own growing mammaries kept her from speaking. The split in the front of her shirt had reached the hem, leaving two halves of the pink top hanging to either side of her chest, pushed aside as her breasts surged outward into the straining pink bra. Farther below, a popping sound accompanied the closures on the front of her jeans failing as her waist grew too big for them. The ankles of the jeans were now up to her knees and the seams were beginning to fail, the tears climbing her thighs slowly but surely. “Damn, ladies, do you see this? I've heard of skintight jeans but this is ridiculous!”

“Jo! Really! This situation is not funny!” Pamela snapped, throwing her arms skyward in exasperation. Removing the pressure of her crossed arms left her expanding tits with only her overstressed bra for containment, and apparently it wasn't up to the task; the rear clasps shattered with a metallic pinging sound and the bra flew off of breasts that were more than twice as large as it was designed for. “Eep!” she cried, crossing her arms in front of her again.

“Ha! I don't know about that, Pam, you showing your goods off to everyone seems pretty funny to me!” Joanna replied. “Of course I think the joke will be on me shortly...” So saying, she gestured to her own chest; boob flesh was flowing all around the cups of her bra, which was showing signs of serious strain. However, she was so focused on it that what happened next caught her off guard. The seams on the sides of her jeans had stopped separating about halfway up, but they suddenly exploded all the way up and the shredded denim went flying off in front of and behind her, leaving her lower half clad in only a pink thong. Or, at least, it had been a thong. She'd grown so big now that it looked more like a strand of floss, and as her growth continued, it slipped in between her lips and disappeared from view. “Aaaaaaah!” she cried in a mixture of shock and pleasure at the unexpected sensation.

“Maybe that will get you to stop making jokes for a second,” Pamela sneered. “God knows we could use a moment of—mmmmmmmm...” she trailed off into a moan. Keeping one arm across her chest (though her boobs were so big now it left little to the imagination), she moved her other hand down toward her waist and started clutching at the front of the remains of her dress. Much like Joanna's thong, Pamela had grown so big relative to her pale green panties that they had slipped into her pussy and were rubbing against her clit. At the moment only Linda and Cristi were able to see it, looking up at their growing friends, but the hem of her shrinking sundress wasn't even halfway down her thighs at this point so it wouldn't be long before she was exposed to everyone. They could see her trying futilely to adjust the tightening underwear through the dress that had become a micro mini skirt. After a few attempts, there was a very loud ripping sound and Pamela came away with a fistful of torn green floral-print fabric. The tattered dress that had fit her entire body minutes ago now looked like a large green table napkin in her giant fist. “Aaaah...dammit...mmm...that was m-my f-favorite—aaah!--dress...” she moaned, having a little trouble speaking due to the distraction her underwear was providing.

“I know j-just how...mmm...you feel,” replied Joanna. “This is be...beCOMING my faaaaaaaavorite thong, but I th-think it's...oh god...about to go...” Her words proved prophetic; seconds later, the stretched thong reached its limit and snapped apart, falling away from her swelling hips. “Aww! I was so close!” Joanna cried in frustration. A moment later a smile crossed her face. “Fuck it,” she said aloud. She gripped the cups of her overstressed bra and tore it off her still-growing breasts, then did the same to the tattered scraps of her pink top that were still hanging on her shoulders. “Aaah. Much better,” she added, rubbing her huge tits in satisfaction as she shook her head side to side, swirling her long, wavy auburn hair around. “Now where was I...?” she said with an impish grin before dropping one hand between her legs and fingering herself while rolling one giant nipple between the fingers of her other hand.

“Joanna! What the fuck are you doing?” Pamela shouted, staring incredulously as her fourteen-foot friend started openly masturbating.

“What does it look like I'm doing?” she smirked. “That made me soooo horny, and I'm already naked in public, so I figured, why not?” So saying, she closed her eyes and threw her head back, continuing to pleasure herself as she got bigger. “Oh, yeah! Feels great!”

Pamela's own panties were getting soaked from her arousal as they continued to press against her clit, and for a moment she found herself considering doing the same thing. Instead, she pulled the waistband of her shrinking underwear hard, deliberately snapping it off and relieving the pressure. “Some of us have a little thing called restraint,” she huffed, feeling a momentary twinge of jealousy at Joanna's less inhibited mentality. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that the two of them were roughly the same size as Hannah and Marion. To get her mind off of her lingering frustration, she tried to estimate about how big that made the four of them. Linda and Cristi didn't seem to have grown—at least not yet—so they made reasonably good benchmarks. Between them and the surrounding trees and park fixtures, Pamela estimated she and the others were somewhere around twenty feet tall.

Down below her, Cristi was staring up at Joanna in disbelief, still in shock at the sudden and inexplicable changes that had struck her friends over the past several minutes. It occurred to her that it was probably only a matter of time before she or Linda ended up giant and naked, and she turned to the only other normal-sized woman left. “Well, Linda, guess it's just you and me now. Which one of us do you think will be next?”

Linda shook her head and pulled her attention away from Joanna's antics at the question. She looked blank for a moment, but then seemed to have a spark of inspiration. “I don't know,” she replied, reaching into the small yellow purse slung across her torso, “but I'm not just going to stand here waiting to find out.” She retrieved her smartphone and tapped the screen.

“What are you doing?” Cristi asked in puzzlement.

“Calling the paramedics,” Linda answered.

[Mr Wayne]

Qzar9999,

I'm calling up the Wolf Lake EMTs so I can be one of the first responders on-scene!

^_^

[Mr Wayne]

I can't wait for the next, and future, segments of this story. Better than the MMmmm Mmmmmm of all the Campbell's soup commercials put together and then some. This post also ties my record high number of posts in a single thread (at 25, Alice in Wonderland thread).

Something tells me, and it is no little birdie by the way, that there will be much more good writing to comment on as this story continues to unfold. So glad I found a front row seat early on. ^_^

[MinMax]

normally i only lurk but today i thought to tell you this is the best stories I have read on this entire website.

keep up the great work more more more.

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