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

[make_her_grow]

Awesome set up! Sounds like growth galore is approaching...

[Mr Wayne]

(Qzar9999) He's AlIvE!! It's a miracle! B;-)


Need I say more. LoL.

On a more serious note, I want to commend your choice of perspective for the events to come. Ashley seems like the perfect unaware, unexpecting, unassuming girl next door who has no idea of what she is about to experience first hand -- after she sees it happening to the other women first. Not to mention that the Hooters host Kelly, so short, stacked, and vibrant, will be quick in succession to shoot up. Could be interesting since she essentially is 'miked up' with the microphone already in-hand. ^_^ Let's see if her personality can keep pace.

I'm no sadist, but there's just something about being unable to stop the process and unwanting of the size increase forced upon the right women that makes the experience that much more enticing for me.

Should be a 'crowd' pleaser by the sounds of it.

[qzar9999]

TOO...MUCH...WRITING...

Ok, so it looks like this scene's gonna have to be THREE parts long. My muse just won't shut up! But I guess it means more growth for you guys, so enjoy. ^_^

The next bit, in addition to the growy goodness you've come to expect, will contain lesbian sex and light destruction. Which is odd, because I swear the scene in my head didn't originally include those things... XD

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She was interrupted by a loud cry from Jackie, still standing at the edge of the stage. The blonde was fidgeting with her skintight top and orange shorts, but she was looking past them to her feet. Her shoes looked a little odd; they seemed to be distended and bulged outward in odd places. She gave another cry of pain. “Oww! My feet! My shoes feel so tight!” She shuffled her feet around, but if anything her discomfort worsened. “Fuck, this hurts!” she yelled, finally sitting down and reaching for them.

Kelly looked confused and annoyed as she turned back to the microphone again. She tugged her Hooters top briefly away from where it clung to her breasts and tried to move it around a bit as it settled back into place. “.....Oh-kay. Sorry about that, guys. Let's get back to--”

“Aaah! I can't get them off! Help me!” Jackie interrupted again, frantically tugging at her shoes. “It hurts!”

Now looking genuinely concerned for her coworker, Kelly uttered a quick apology into the mic and walked over to Jackie. She unconsciously shook her own feet once or twice on the way over, as if her shoes didn't feel quite right either. Ashley watched as the redhead bent down to the blonde, gripped her right sneaker in both hands, and pulled...but even though the laces were untied she couldn't budge the shoe. Kelly gripped as hard as she could, prying her fingers under the edges of the shoe's opening, trying to pull the tight material away from Jackie's sock. She tugged hard, leaning back, and was finally rewarded with a series of pops and a loud ripping sound before falling on her ass. Glancing down at the shoe in her hands, Ashley was stunned to see the laces had burst all the way down and the top of the sneaker had split down to the toes!

She looked back to Jackie, wondering what the hell was going on. Just then she heard another popping sound, which drew her attention to the blonde's left foot. One of the laces had snapped in the middle and, as she watched in amazement, the rest fired off like bullets as the bottom of the sneaker tore free from the upper piece, leaving the ruined top half of a shoe lying on top of a foot that looked at least a size too big for it. Why the hell did she wear those if they're too small for her? Then Ashley noticed the blonde's socks looked too small for her as well—they were threadbare, stretched-out, and had holes in them. Weird... Absently, she tugged at the waist of her jean shorts, trying to get them into a more comfortable position.

“Ow!” Another pained cry drew her attention to Kelly. The petite redhead was standing again and had her hands at her waist, clawing at the closure on the front of her orange shorts. Something about her appearance seemed off to Ashley, but at first she wasn't sure what. As Kelly looked up, a worried expression on her face, it struck her—her hair looked different. Ashley would have sworn it was cut almost boyishly short, barely past her ears, but it now fell past the base of her skull. As she continued to look, she almost imagined she could see the woman's hair creeping longer still. Kelly's grasping fingers finally managed to pop the catch in her shorts, but even as the front pulled open they seemed to be drawing tight around her hips again.

Ashley blinked several times and shook her head, looking away from the waitress. “Am I seeing things?” she started to ask Amanda, but the question died in her throat. The blonde's breasts were noticeably bigger. They had filled out her white shirt before, but Ashley could see that they now stuck out further than they had previously. Her stiff nipples looked even larger as well, pushing further out against the front of her top. She tried not to stare, but she could see the twin orbs slowly expanding further, lifting the bottom of the shirt slowly higher up Amanda's flat stomach. Now that the idea was forcing itself into the front of her mind, she could see Jackie—still sitting at the far side of the stage, her legs drawn up in front of her, rubbing her feet to soothe the pain—was experiencing something similar, her tits gradually swelling into the space between her chest and her knees.

Ashley was feeling the first stirrings of panic now, unsure what was happening to them. She turned her head to the opposite side as she unconsciously tugged at the bottom of her own shirt. She could see similar effects in the other women; Lara's already-huge nipples seemed to be swelling before her eyes, and Talia's cutoff shirt was climbing her chest, displaying the bottom curvature of her boobs. The effect was most noticeable on Kasey, though; the short Asian's shirt had been loose before and only clung to her when it was wet, but it was obviously tightening around her now. Hmm...something else looks different...almost like she's... No. No way. That's impossible. After a moment, though, it couldn't be denied.

Kasey was getting taller.

She'd looked about 5'1” earlier, shorter than even the petite hostess Kelly, but she seemed to have gained more than two inches in the last few minutes. Ashley kept trying to tell herself that it just couldn't be happening, even as she watched the woman rise slowly higher. There's no way. Bigger. It's completely impossible. Bigger. People don't just spontaneously grow taller. Still bigger, and now she found herself eye-to-eye with the formerly diminutive Kasey, who had spotted her breast growth and was looking down to watch them swell under her shirt. Judging from her gleeful expression, she either hadn't noticed her new height of 5'7” or didn't care.

Ashley started to say something to her, but suddenly she felt a momentary dizziness, and then Kasey seemed to shrink back down a few inches...but a quick look at Talia and Lara made her realize the truth. She was growing, too! She could feel her cutoff jean shorts squeezing her ass tightly and digging into her waist. Also, her t-shirt sleeves were shrinking on her arms and it was feeling very constricting on her... Wow. She had glanced down at feeling a tightness in her chest and saw she was experiencing the other type of growth as well. Her breasts had gained at least a cup size and were still inflating like two balloons as she stared. She could see the fabric stretching thinner and thinner, her stiff and growing nipples plainly visible through the wet shirt.

It was scary not knowing what was causing this, but at the same time she felt really good; her breasts and, to a lesser extent, her whole body felt pleasurable tingling as she got bigger and bigger. Intrigued by the sensations, she raised a hand and cupped one 38E tit and, unthinkingly, rubbed her nipple. A wave of pleasure shuddered through her and she moaned softly...but cheering and catcalls from the spectators immediately ruined her enjoyment. She'd forgotten they were there for a moment. So far, the audience hadn't realized anything was amiss; they had mostly been drinking, and since the womens' breasts were visible anyway they probably couldn't even tell that the growth had occurred.

That changed pretty quickly when Jackie stopped rubbing her feet and stood back up...and up...and up. She was a towering 7' tall, at least, and her soaking Hooters tank top didn't even cover the nipples on her now-huge breasts. As she reached her full height, Ashley saw that the familiar orange shorts looked absolutely tiny on the blonde waitress—she appeared to be wearing orange bikini briefs. The audience roared louder than ever at her exposure, and she shrieked as she looked down and saw the problem. “Oh my god!” she cried, trying in vain to pull the tank top down over tits that would've filled a shirt twice the size. “What—how--” She pulled the bottom of the shirt again and was rewarded with loud tearing sounds as the shoulder straps failed. She was then able to tug the top far enough down, but with it being too small and very wet and clingy, it only covered the middle of her breasts, making her seem to be wearing a translucent sash. With her immediate problem solved, she looked around at the other women and seemed to finally notice she stood head and shoulders above the rest. “What the fuck happened to me?” she shouted.

Kelly, staring at her transformed coworker, could only shrug—a motion that made her larger breasts shift in interesting ways and also blew out one of her shoulder straps. She yelped in astonishment as she tried to keep her top from falling on that side. Not that it would anyway, Ashley thought, noticing that the redhead's expanding bustline had stretched her top taut across her torso as well. “I don't know, Jackie, but I think it's affecting the rest of us...” she said, taking a quick survey of the contestants.

“What? Us?” said Amanda. She was answered by a gradual ripping sound; Ashley looked down in shock to see the side of Amanda's shorts tearing open along a seam. At first she thought the blonde woman was growing taller too, but as she kept watching she could see the Aussie's ample ass swelling, growing curvier in proportion to the rest of her! The shorts had looked almost skintight before; now even “painted on” wouldn't quite say it. The bottom of the shorts rose higher and higher on her plumping cheeks as the stitches in the side ripped further up the legs. Finally, with a much louder sound, the seam gave way and the shorts fell off, revealing Amanda's tight white panties wedged firmly between her large round buttocks. Predictably, this resulted in more loud appreciation from the crowd of men.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Ashley suddenly uttered, drawing the group's attention. “Why is it affecting all of us differently? I mean, it looks like most of us got bigger tits, but then Amanda's ass explodes, and Jackie, Kasey and I get taller.”

“Interesting point,” said Sara. At first, Ashley didn't think she'd changed any, but she belatedly realized that it was only because she'd had such big tits to begin with. At a closer look she could tell they were bigger, the woman's tank top having climbed up her belly. “Do you think maybe we're all going to--”

A loud moan broke in, startling everyone as they turned to Kasey. She had apparently grown again, as she was once again eye-level with Ashley, but that changed quickly, her head rising higher above the other contestants. “Mmmm...” she moaned again, throwing back her head and tossing her long dark hair (which was getting even longer as she grew). “Fuck yeah. I wanna be big,” she added, caressing her expanding mammaries through the thin white fabric pulled across her chest. The shirt, which had been visibly too big on her before, was now so tight it looked like a little girl's shirt on the Asian Amazon. Her breasts were swelling rapidly, already probably up to 38DD and pushing out ever-further as they put increasing strain on the shrinking shirt. Her nipples stood out stiffly, so large now that the fabric had torn a little bit where they poked into it. She squeezed her giant boobs together and moaned again much louder as she pinched her huge nips. There were the expected cheers from the audience, although not as many, and Ashley heard scattered expressions of confusion or worry; evidently the more sober ones had finally noticed something weird was going on.

Kasey's expansion continued, her ass beginning to blossom as Amanda's had, going from nearly flat to lusciously curvy in a matter of seconds. Coupled with her rising height, it was too much for her black thong, which drew up and slid between her pussy lips, eliciting a sensual cry from her before it snapped off and fell to the stage. “Bigger! I want to be even bigger!” she shouted, sliding one hand down her belly as the other kept playing with her still-growing breasts. To Ashley they appeared to be F-cups and showed no signs of stopping; a tear had formed in the bottom of the shirt and was quickly growing as her tits pushed the material up and out. The huge Asian passed even Jackie's impressive height and kept going, reaching eight feet as her questing fingers found their way between her legs. She gasped in pleasure and began to play with herself...which seemed to speed up the process! Nine feet, ten, and still going up as she rubbed her fingers along her slit.

The other women watched in astonishment as Kasey masturbated, driving herself to increasing heights, crying “BIGGER!” with each stroke of her fingers. There was a loud crunching sound and she suddenly seemed to shrink slightly, but she rose right back up and kept going. A quick glance down revealed that the black heels she'd been wearing had been crushed beneath her increasing weight; the torn remains were quickly vanishing beneath her expanding feet. Damn. Two-inch heels and she still barely cleared five feet...she really was short before! The rip in her shirt reached the neck and the ruined tee tore wide open in front; she briefly stopped playing with her tits to grip the shrinking sleeves and pull them hard, shredding the garment and tossing it contemptuously aside before returning to her ministrations. By now, all but the most inebriated patrons had realized what was happening. Some of them had panicked and run, some simply stood in shock at the live sex show that was getting bigger before their eyes, and a few seemed to be enjoying it. Kasey's eyes were closed, her head thrown back, her mouth open in cries of pleasure, her hands going wild on her body, and all the while she crept up in height...thirteen feet...fourteen...fifteen...

[Mr Wayne]

Qzar9999,

*Looks on with passive bravado. Then slips on a pair of sleek Terminator shades* B-)

Among a slew of pointers, I like how you don't portray every female victim to be afraid of the unstoppable process even though I'm more of a 'fear' fan. Mixing things up spreads out the ability of the story to appeal to a broader audience and keep things real.

"Ashley started to say something to her, but suddenly she felt a momentary dizziness, and then Kasey seemed to shrink back down a few inches..." Nice way to spin the start of Ashley's 'rise' to infamy by using the dizziness, then reversing the perspective briefly and saying that everyone else shrunk. Creative.

The other two segment parts should be interesting indeed.




**Sends wish list to Santa with the hope that the rest of this magnificent story be told, as intended, sometime in the near future** ^_^

[qzar9999]

Ok, so. This is even longer than I anticipated. The bad news is this scene is being split one more time, which means the lesbian action and the destruction won't happen until the next part. The good news is the next part is already written and will be going up very soon, as I'm going to try to commit at least one hour a day to writing in the new year, at least until all my commitments are caught up.

Volfsbayne, thanks for your continued support of this story. You too, MinMax. I hope everyone else is enjoying as well. On to more growing Hooters girls!

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Ashley was distracted from the growing Asian by another moan, this time from behind her. She whirled around and saw Sara kneading her breasts, her tank top pushed up above them for easier access. Her red skirt was tightening as her hips and ass swelled, and its bottom was creeping up her thighs, slowly revealing her red panties as it rose. Seeming to realize what she was doing, she suddenly stopped and dropped her hands, her face flushing in embarrassment. “I...I...It just...feels so good,” she said, looking sheepishly around. “I couldn't help ooooohhhhh....” she trailed off as she suddenly surged up several inches, her skirt rapidly ascending all the way up to her hips, showing off her panties completely—and they were so tight and wet (probably not just from the hose, Ashley mused) that they left nothing to the imagination.

Her momentary embarrassment forgotten, Sara again started playing with her breasts as they grew even larger. Despite their increasingly prodigious proportions, though, they still didn't sag; Ashley felt a twinge of jealousy and briefly thought, I hope mine look that good in ten years. Before long, they'd swelled so large that it seemed impossible for the tiny tank top to have ever contained the massive bust that hung below it. A creaking sound from below briefly drew Ashley's attention to her shoes; she'd worn red open-toed sandals, and the straps were biting into her oversized feet. Her toes were far out past the front opening, her heels over the back, and her soles straining at the sides. After a few seconds, the straps popped in quick succession, the shoes violently destroyed as Sara's feet surged outward. Her height continued to increase as well, her skirt sliding up so high it looked like a red belt before a motion from her toned thighs snapped it violently apart and it fell to the floor. She rose higher and higher, passing Jackie quickly. On her way up, she tried to slide a hand into her panties to touch herself, but they were pulled so taut that she couldn't get her enlarging fingers into the waistband. Undeterred, she gripped the underwear and with a quick flex of her arm (Ashley gulped nervously at the size of the taut muscle that briefly appeared) she tore the offending item off.

"Mmm god this feels soooo......aaahh..." Sara moaned as she slid her fingers into her snatch. Wow, her crotch is already above my head! She rubbed herself quickly, each stroke seeming to fuel her growth. Her tank top constricted around her shoulders before it shredded and fell away, the scraps of white fabric sliding off her still-growing breasts. "Ohh yes!" she cried, her head steadily climbing, her height approaching Kasey (who still hadn't stopped growing). Hearing a few more cheers (mixed with a few chants of "MILF!"), Ashley glanced at the assembled men crowded below the stage.

The audience seemed to have thinned out a bit more, but the ones who were left seemed to be enjoying the show quite a bit and looked like they couldn't quite decide whether to pay more attention to the Asian or the redhead. Pigs, she thought. But then, I guess I don't really blame them. It almost looks like those two are having a masturbation-fueled growth competition... Gazing across the room, she saw James still seated at his table, his mouth open in shock. Well at least he doesn't look like he's hypnotized.

"Oh god, not me too!" Ashley turned her head to see Lara grimacing as she tried to pull her increasingly inadequate shirt down to cover her swelling chest. Her nipples, big to start with and even bigger from her earlier expansion, were poking stiffly into the fabric and growing by the moment. With a look of panic, she clutched her boobs and appeared to be trying to compress them, as if she expected to hold back whatever was happening. "No, no, no..." she whispered, trying to deny her expansion even as it began in earnest. Her head quickly rose, the electric blue color of her hair becoming less visible as her naturally jet-black locks lengthened and thickened. She gasped and clutched at her blue bikini bottom as it pulled into her nether lips; she tugged the material free and let out a pained cry. Must have given herself a wedgie, Ashley thought with faint amusement.

Two sudden but relatively quiet tearing noises drew her eyes to the front of Lara's shirt. She watched in surprise as the girl's giant nipples poked completely through the cloth! She shrieked in embarrassment and tried to cover her chest... but now that fabric had torn, her continued growth was slowly finishing off the shirt. More and more of her creamy flesh was exposed as her swollen tits pressed through the widening holes. Her arm was across her chest, but it left less and less to the imagination as her ample bosom lifted it further away and more curvy breast pressed out above and below it. Far below her giant tits, the sound of ripping canvas could be heard as her toes poked through the front of her shoes, slowly disintegrating them as her feet grew.

She emitted another gasp and a stifled moan as her bottoms again slid in between her pussy lips, the stress clearly visible in the garment as her height and hips swelled beyond its capacity. She reached down with her free hand and tried to tug the material free again, but it had no slack and wouldn't budge. She succeeded only in making herself gasp and yelp as her efforts squeezed the bottom against sensitive areas. After several attempts, it finally snapped in the middle, leaving a blue band stretched tightly around her waist with a blue strap dangling from the middle, its torn end doing nothing to cover her shaved snatch. This was predictably met with more cheers and catcalls.

Lara blushed and put her hand over her crotch to try to cover herself. Seconds later her blush deepened as the waistband gave with a loud snap and the bikini bottom shot off like an overstretched rubber band. This was followed by another loud tearing noise from her top as the growing rips reached the edges of the shirt and it exploded, scraps of torn white fabric hanging limply over the arm she had across her enormous tits the only evidence it had ever been there. She continued to rise in height, although she still had to look up to Sara--herself only breast-high to Kasey. The massive Asian woman had one hand braced against the ceiling over the stage and her head was inching slowly closer as she screamed in what had to be at least her third orgasm. Lara's expansion didn't seem to be progressing as quickly as theirs had. Maybe because she's not playing with herself, Ashley mused.

"Oooh, I think it's my turn now..." came Amanda's distinctive accent. Sure enough, she was growing, her tits warping the front of her shirt, the sleeves climbing her arms, her too-small panties clinging to her womanhood. "Aaah! So tight!" she cried, clutching at the tight underwear. At a glance, Ashley could see that the Aussie's magnificent ass had begun to swell again, and the back of the panties (which already looked like a thong) had been lost to view, squeezed in between her curvy cheeks.

Her growing breasts lifted the shirt front higher and higher, its hem climbing slowly up the fleshy orbs, the fabric stretching and showing small rips in places. Ashley glanced up to see her blonde locks flowing down around her head, which was gradually rising against the background of the wall...but... That's weird, she thought after a moment. Amanda must be getting taller, but I'm still looking her straight in... She felt a constriction around her upper thighs and looked down to see her jean shorts creeping upward as they tightened. Oh.

"You too, eh?" said the blonde, eyeing Ashley with a grin. "Does it turn you on?" she continued, squeezing her tits through the thin shirt. "Because it definitely does me..." She played with her breasts some more, getting easier access as their increasing size lifted the shirt ever higher. "Oh!" she gasped as it slid above her nipples, leaving them completely open to her fingers. Her boobs seemed to almost be pulsing, growing slightly bigger every time she pinched her nips.

"Mmm...uh...no," replied Ashley lamely, knowing the lie was obvious. The other woman raised an eyebrow skeptically and smirked. "Okay, yes. It feels...mmm...really good," she said after a moment. "But I'm still not about to start playing with myself in public, like some people."

"Are you sure about that?" Amanda asked, grinning as she looked down at Ashley's chest.

Ashley looked down with a frown. "Huh? Why--oh!" she cried, realizing she'd unconsciously slid one hand over her expanding boobs as the other was sliding down her belly. She flushed. "I didn't...I mean I wasn't..." she stammered, embarrassed.

The Aussie flashed her a big grin. "Uh huh. Sure."

Ashley started to say something else, but her attention was drawn to an incredible pressure against her ass. Trying to twist her body to look, she saw that her butt was blossoming too! Putting a hand behind her, she could feel how much curvier it was, and her shorts weren't up to the task of containing it. She felt increasingly umcomfortable as they grew tighter...and tighter...and tighter...until they suddenly exploded, the entire back of her shorts bursting open! She felt cool air on her skin and heard a few whistles from the audience; feeling around for the torn fabric, she realized her panties had also blown apart, leaving her ass bare to the crowd. Her blush deepened and she tried to cover her nudity. Amanda noticed and grinned at her.

"I don't know what you're so modest about," the big blonde remarked. "We're all gonna be naked soon if this keeps up. In fact..." So saying, she grabbed her shrinking, ripping shirt in both huge hands and tore it apart. "Much better. That was getting too tight anyway," she said. "Speaking of things that are too tight, these panties have got to go too..."

"I can help with that."

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(Aren't I just a bastard for cutting it off right there? )

[MinMax]

Absolutely beautiful. Keep it up!

[qzar9999]

Alright! This concludes the Hooters scene, including the previously mentioned lesbian encounter and the destruction. It also contains a little bit of uneven growth. Hope you all enjoy! So far I've been able to stick to writing at least a little bit each day; I should be able to update this story at least once a week. Hopefully.

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Startled, both Amanda and Ashley turned to the source of the voice...and saw Kelly staring at the enlarging blonde's tits with unmistakable lust. The formerly petite redhead had certainly gained some inches--in more ways than one, Ashley thought, staring at the globes straining against a half-torn Hooters top several cup sizes too small--but she was still the shortest woman on the stage, not quite as tall as Talia (who, so far at least, looked the same height). Before they could get over their surprise, she strode quickly across to Amanda and looked up to meet her eyes, placing her hands on the other woman's round hips.

"What are you doing?" the growing blonde said, staring down at the busty redhead who was eye-level with her navel.

"This." Kelly slid her fingers down to grip the tight waistband of Amanda's thong and pulled until it snapped. She repeated the motion on the opposite side, leaving the front of the panties hanging down from the point where they disappeared between her pussy lips. "Oh my...looks like they're so tight they got stuck. Better fix that," Kelly added. Amanda watched, transfixed, as the hostess slid a hand between her thighs and brought it up, gently caressing her sex before gripping the torn underwear and pulling.

"Aaaaah..." the blonde gave a satisfied moan as Kelly slid the underwear free of her crotch.

"Hmm..." the redhead said, running a finger along the material. "Looks like a certain somebody was getting pretty wet." She smirked up at the naked, nine-foot Amanda, who smiled dreamily back at her and nodded. "Well. It wouldn't be polite to leave you hanging, would it?" Before the Amazon Aussie could even respond, Kelly leaned down to put her face in the blonde's groin.

"Oh! Oh! OOOHHH!!" Amanda cried as Kelly put her mouth to work. Ashley's growth had kept pace with the blonde so far, but almost immediately, Amanda's growth sped up, each stroke of the redhead's tongue seeming to add inches at a time. The big blonde's cries got louder, as did the cheers from the crowd (not that either of the women was paying them any attention). At first, the hostess had to slowly raise her head to keep in contact, but soon Ashley could see that she was increasing in size too. Kelly's top, already half-destroyed, stretched across her back as she grew, her breasts getting even bigger and pressing against Amanda's thighs--and then, as she got even taller, hanging down in front of her as she had to lean over again. Their increased weight was too much for the shirt and it snapped in half in the back, falling to the stage with a wet smack.

Ashley's own shirt was compressing her chest painfully. She felt a sudden change in the pressure as first one shoulder, then the other ripped rapidly apart at the seams. The two separated halves of the shirt fell away from her, leaving her completely naked. She started to cover herself, but then realized Amanda had been right—there was basically no point. Besides, nobody is looking at me anyway, she thought, glancing at the assembled men who were still fixated on the growing lesbian action. Aww... she thought, smiling as she realized James was staring appreciatively at her. I should reward him for his devotion later, she added, briefly distracted from the insanity of the situation by thoughts of things they could do at her new size.

She snapped her eyes back to Kelly and Amanda as the blonde gasped in ecstasy and surged up a few more inches. She reached one long arm over Kelly's back and gave her a smack on the ass through her shrinking orange shorts. The redhead gave a muffled cry and did something that made Amanda's eyes cross. “You wicked girl!” she said with a grin. She smacked Kelly's ass again, then stretched her other arm over the hostess' back. Gripping the orange shorts as best she could, she tore them to shreds, revealing white cotton panties soaked with Kelly's own arousal and drawn drum-tight across her expanding rear. Wasting no time, Amanda tugged them down, causing them to rip as they got briefly stuck. With that done, Amanda moved one arm under the redhead and worked her hand down to Kelly's now-exposed pussy. Ashley watched as one of the Aussie's enlarged fingers slipped inside the growing-but-still-smaller woman, eliciting loud moans but apparently not interfering with her eating Amanda out. Amanda buried the fingers of her other hand in the red locks of Kelly's hair (which looked to be almost waist-length now) and pulled lightly. Kelly's growth sped up as Amanda's fingers went to work on her, leaving Ashley shorter than the redhead. Watching the spectacle, she caught herself again almost masturbating and tried to find something to distract herself from the pair.

Her attention turned to Talia, who for some reason still didn't seem to have gained any height. Her breasts, though, had expanded significantly; a massive set of tits hung out of the bottom of her cutoff shirt. At first, Ashley thought they were sagging, but she quickly realized they seemed pert enough—they were just that big. I wouldn't even try to guess the cup size on those, she thought, staring in shock at the bronze-skinned globes that hung to Talia's thighs. The comically inadequate cutoff shirt rested atop the orbs; she wondered how the other woman was even still standing. The exotic-looking woman was gaping down at her chest with an expression of total disbelief. Ashley realized she was so focused on her breasts that she hadn't realized that something else was changing. Talia's ass was growing, getting curvier and straining against the confines of her purple swimsuit bottom. It began to look less and less modest as her hips and ass stretched it tighter and thinner. In moments, she looked like an exaggerated hourglass caricature of her former self. Talia finally seemed to notice her other expansion as the swimsuit bottom started making ominous popping noises. Ashley could see small holes appearing in the sides as the stitches began to give.

Belatedly, she realized she was looking further and further down at Talia. I guess I'm still growing, she thought. Glancing at Kasey and Sara (who were now both bending their heads down since they'd run out of room below the ceiling) she added, and it looks like I have a long way to go... Turning back to Talia, she noticed that she was even higher above the ridiculously-proportioned woman. I feel bad for her; if the rest of her had grown along with her tits and ass she wouldn't look so--Her thought was interrupted as she saw that Talia's belated growth seemed to finally be starting, her head rising in Ashley's view. Better late than never, I guess.

The Indian woman immediately peeled off the cutoff shirt, realizing what was happening to her. The bottom she was wearing was far too tight to be removed, though; she would just have to wait for it to rip off. The straps on the purple heels she'd worn snapped in a quick burst as her feet grew within them. Ashley saw that Talia's breasts and butt seemed to be growing more slowly than the rest of her, as if they'd simply had a head start and her body was now catching up to them. Her head rose higher and higher, her wavy brown hair growing down her back as her eye level approached Ashley's. She was starting to look more and more proportional, although she was definitely still much curvier than she'd been at the start of the show. She was just below Ashley's nose when a loud tearing sound signaled the failure of her swimsuit bottom. She sighed in apparent relief and continued rising. Why is she growing faster than me, too? Ashley wondered, before glancing down to see Talia's fingers moving rapidly between her legs. She looked back up to see the other woman grinning at her before closing her eyes and throwing her head back, her growth overtaking Ashley as she rose toward the ceiling.

Suddenly, she heard moaning coming from somewhere below her. Confused, she looked for the source of the sound and saw Jackie, still off to one side of the stage. Curiously, she hadn't changed any more since her initial growth and now, even at seven and a half feet tall and sporting a set of DD's, she was the shortest and flattest woman on stage. Ashley could see she had one hand down her tight orange shorts and the other was playing with one of her nipples—evidently she'd discarded what remained of her shirt already. She still didn't seem to be growing even now, but apparently she was feeling the arousing effects just the same. Ashley watched her for a moment, then took a look around at the giant women occupying the stage with her who were all playing with themselves except for Kelly and Amanda (who were still playing with each other). Even the previously embarrassed Lara seemed to have given in to the sensations, though she was trying to be surreptitious about it. Ashley struggled internally for a moment, then came to a decision.

“Fuck it,” she muttered to herself. “When in Rome...” She sought out James, meeting his eyes across the room. She realized she was now more than twice his height. “You better enjoy the show, babe,” she called out. He looked confused for a moment, then grinned broadly as she rolled a stiff nipple between two fingers and slid her other hand into her slit. Oh my god, this feels incredible! Intense pleasure coursed through her system and she felt her growth begin again, faster than ever! She rubbed harder, working her fingers faster, and saw she was quickly catching up to the others. Calling to mind again the things she could do to James at this size, she let out a loud moan...but realized she was being drowned out by a louder one! Through a sexual haze, she looked again at Jackie. The blonde Hooters girl seemed to be about to hit her own orgasm; as Ashley watched, she screamed in ecstasy—and suddenly surged upward more quickly than any of them had done. Her tiny orange shorts exploded into scraps as her body blew up like a balloon. She rapidly rose higher and higher, her head hitting the ceiling in seconds! She's as big as Kasey...that happened fast! Ashley pictured herself being that big; pleasure flooded her nerves as she grew yet again.

Soon, all eight of the women were crowded together on the relatively tiny stage. All of them had bent downward to keep from being compressed against the ceiling. One by one they had all quit touching themselves when they'd found themselves in their present uncomfortably cramped situation (to the disappointment of the remaining men).

“It's too tight in here!” complained Lara. “I feel like I can't breathe!”

“I know what you mean,” Kasey replied. “I like being big, but this might be too much.”

Sara looked concerned. “I don't know about the rest of you, but I don't feel like I'm quite done growing yet.” When a few others agreed, she added “We have a situation, then. We really need to get outside.”

“How?” snapped Jackie. “We can't exactly fit through the door like this!”

“If I might make a suggestion, ladies,” Talia said, her voice carrying a very faint accent. She waited for the rest of the group to turn to her. “I think we can solve our problem. Do as I do.” So saying, she braced both hands against the roof and pushed. Ashley did the same, and as the rest of the group joined in, the ceiling began to groan in protest. Cracks started spreading across its surface under the combined efforts of the eight giantesses. Most of the remaining audience, figuring out what was about to happen, ran for the exit. A few of them had to come back and drag their extremely drunk friends toward the door as they slurred protests about the giant hot naked chicks. Shortly, the roof shattered before the might of eight pairs of giant hands. The women stood up through the huge hole they'd made as chunks of debris rained down onto the stage far below.

“Ah. Fresh air,” Ashley said, breathing deep.

“Wow,” Kelly uttered in amazement.

“What is it, lover?” Amanda said, pressing up against the redheaded giantess.

Kelly smiled and kissed the blonde before replying. “Well, this roof is twenty feet high. So since we're all too big to fit under it...”

“Twenty-five feet tall. At least,” Jackie finished. “Hell, we might even be thirty.”

After that had had a moment to sink in, Ashley said what they were all thinking. “Well...now what?”

Before anyone could answer, the sound of loud rumbling engines in the parking lot drew their attention. Two large black trucks had pulled up under a streetlight in the Hooters lot, easy to spot now that many of the customers' cars had left.

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[Mr Wayne]

Qzar9999,

You sly dog you!

I am in the middle of downloading Missa's latest "Growth Ray HD" process clip and you one up it with this. I can't Taaake it! Lol.

All immaturity and humor aside, honest and serious comments are forthcoming. ^_^


**Feedback**
First of all, the not uncommon but well executed unexpected-lesbianism in the story segment is always a welcomed interlude. Laughable or not, coming from a guy (especially me, lol). You wrote this twist superbly and with practiced skill to depict an enticing but not overly thick segment of intimacy.

"Before the Amazon Aussie could even respond, Kelly leaned down to put her face in the blonde's groin." Not too subtle, no? Case in point.

I like how Ashley holds back for most of the growth process, sexually and exhitionist-wise as well, but then finally does succumb to her 'shameless needs and animal instincts'. Though, perhaps spinning her giving in to something like playing around in front of or with her beau while she continued to outgrow her ragged outfit and rising ever higher, might've also been intriguing to attempt. Still, an A+ effort with Ashley's portrayal.

"She reached one long arm over Kelly's back and gave her a smack on the ass through her shrinking orange shorts. The redhead gave a muffled cry and did something that made Amanda's eyes cross. “You wicked girl!” she said with a grin. She smacked Kelly's ass again..." Sounds like my kind of woman/women.

I wasn't as positive about the speed of Jackie's growth towards the end, but one must realize just how much energy, effort, time, and writing has gone into this long Hooters scene. Whether you intentionally shortened her spurt to reach the end quicker or just wrote it that way creatively, some concessions had to be made at that point. Or the segment would just go on for ever and become too long, with respect to the rest of the story -- past, present, and future.

Being an off-again-on-again fan of uneven growth, I do like how you crafted Talia's uneven rise to attention. Paying particular attention to how the rest of her body caught up with her tits and ass, while those only slowly grew larger as the body became proportional overall. Really shows the varied effect per person that the tainted water "can" have on it's victims. ^_^ Word.

"Before anyone could answer, the sound of loud rumbling engines in the parking lot drew their attention. Two large black trucks had pulled up under a streetlight in the Hooters lot, easy to spot now that many of the customers' cars had left."

Duhh dun dunnnn. Dun dun dunnnn. Duh duh dun! <Insert Robert Redford-Meets-Men In Black Clean-Up Crew moment> Enough said about that.

Can't wait for Thursday, or even Friday's events to unfold! So keep up the determined hard-working effort.

[tsokei]

Excellent update once again! Thank you!!

[qzar9999]

@Volf: I will admit that there may have been a bit of fatigue by the time I got around to Jackie. Although I also did want to do something different, so I do claim that as at least part of my motivation. ^_^

@tsokei: Thanks! Hope you continue to enjoy.

So here's your next bit. It's a little shorter, but at least I'm sticking to my update schedule, yes? Besides, it's important plot-wise, so :P

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Vanessa fidgeted uneasily in her seat, self-consciously tugging at her ill-fitting dress. Seeing the worried expression on her face, Jake asked yet again if she was okay. "For the eighth time tonight, I'm fine."

"Sorry, hon. You just...well you've seemed distracted and nervous. Makes me think you're not having a good time," he replied.

She made herself smile at him. "Really, sweetie, I'm having fun. I'm glad to be out tonight with you." Which was partially true. The movie and dinner had helped her relax some, but she wasn't able to get her mind completely off of the conversation with Carla earlier, or the fact that she herself was apparently infected.

"You sure?"

"I'm just...stressed out. About work. You know," she said absently. From the way she talked, exposure has caused much more severe symptoms in other women...wish I could see it for myself and get a better idea of what's going on.

"Yeah, I can imagine. How is that going, by the way? Any luck coming up with a way to cover the company's ass?" he said, looking concerned.

"No, nothing yet. I don't know if I'm going to be able to find anything useful in the records at all," she replied, staring out over the crowd on the dance floor, still mostly lost in her own thoughts. Plus, if I could see a more extreme reaction, it would give me a pretty good idea of how much I was exposed to... Just then, inspiration struck.

"Hmm. Maybe we should have thought of--"

"Sorry, hon, I need to use the restroom," Vanessa said quickly, cutting him off. "I'll be right back, okay?" Without waiting for a reply, she stood from the table and stepped off across the floor. She glanced back a few times until she was sure Jake had turned his attention from her, then turned in the direction of the bar.

Stepping up to the crowded counter, she got the attention of one of the bartenders and requested four cups of ice water. When they were brought, she carefully scooped them up in her hands, balancing them to keep from spilling any on herself. I'm sure this water is filtered, but why take unnecessary risks? Of course, if it's filtered it probably won't work. Carrying the cups, she weaved her way through the crowd toward the restrooms and pushed through the door.

Once inside, she dumped each cup down one of the hand sinks, then refilled them with water from the tap, figuring it was highly unlikely to be filtered. Once more carefully balancing the cups, she stepped back out to the main room and stood at the edge of the dance floor, searching for the right opportunity. After a few minutes of scanning the crowd, her gaze landed on a pair of brunettes dancing with each other near the far edge of the floor; two men--possibly their boyfriends--sitting at a nearby table were watching appreciatively as the women pressed against each other, grinding and gyrating in close contact. Perfect.

She slowly moved closer through the crowd, being as careful as possible with the cups, since she had filled them up near the top to ensure maximum results. As she came within a few steps of the intimately close pair, she feigned stumbling forward--and violently flung the full cups at the two women, splashing them liberally with tap water. The two jumped in shock and turned in spluttering rage to glare at Vanessa.

"What the fuck?" snarled the taller one in a voice with a faint Hispanic accent, brushing droplets of water off her exposed tan skin and staring down in dismay at her damp attire. She'd worn a revealing red dress, one of those with the holes down the sides. It showed a fair amount of cleavage up top and a lot of her long, long legs below its short hem. She was also wearing matching red heels, giving her a few extra inches, but Vanessa could tell she was pretty tall even without them. "What's the matter with you?" she snapped.

Fortunately, Vanessa already had her excuse handy. "I'm shorry," she slurred, wavering side-to-side as if she was having trouble standing. "I jus' shlipped. It was a acci...assi...I din' mean to," she added, hoping she was selling the don't-mind-me-I'm-drunk bit without being too obvious.

"You stupid bitch! You have any idea how much this dress cost me?" She looked like she was about to attack Vanessa, but then her dance partner put a hand on her arm.

"Calm down, Carmelita. It's obvious she's drunk," said the shorter woman, scowling at Vanessa. She stood out a little less than her friend, wearing a loose-fitting gray sleeveless top, a denim skirt, and fishnet stockings that covered her legs all the way down to black platform boots.

"I don't care! She just spilled her fucking drinks all over us! I'm gonna make her pay for that!" Carmelita said, glaring daggers. At a gentle tug on her arm, she turned the glare on her friend. "Let go, Susan!"

"She's not worth it. Come on, don't let this ruin our evening, Lita," Susan said, pulling again at the furious Latina's arm.

"If I may, ladies?" said a blonde waitress, stepping in between Vanessa and her two dripping targets. She had a nametag pinned to her black t-shirt that read MELISSA, and she was brushing herself off with a bar towel. "She got me too, but I have a spare towel you two can use. And I'm pretty sure it's just water," she added helpfully.

I didn't realize I got someone else, Vanessa thought, trying not to look surprised. She had been trying to pick people close to her own age in case that could skew the results, and Melissa looked to be probably late thirties. Oh well. I did what I needed to do.

Seeing that Carmelita still didn't look entirely placated, Melissa added, "Why don't I also bring you ladies a drink on the house?"

"Mmm, free drinksh?" Vanessa said slowly, keeping in character. "I wanna rum n' coke."

"I think you've had enough, honey," said Melissa, frowning. "Why don't you try to find a place to sit down for a little while, okay?"

"It's your lucky day, puta," snarled the taller woman. She and Susan placed their drink orders with Melissa as Vanessa staggered away toward her table.

When she returned, Jake was looking at his phone. He glanced up at her, his expression equal parts amusement and concern. "Did you fall in? That took a while."

"I'm fine. There was a line," she answered, sitting down next to him and peering across the room. She easily spotted Carmelita's bright red dress. Now I guess I just wait for the show to start.

[Mr Wayne]

Qzar9999,

I'm calling Evil Villains Anonymous and signing you up for a proper lesson or two, after this latest spin of devious proportions!! Lol.

Be that as it may, I still kinda hoped Vanessa (not Veronica as I mistakenly said earlier) would accidentally get exposed to the unfiltered water. However, having her watch a pair of women grow larger also presents itself with irrefutable advantages. Such as her eager and shocked observations relative to her own accidental exposure, not to mention the clearly unethical and insane act of creating a pair of unwitting guinea pigs. ^_^

Should be interesting. *Very interesting*

[MinMax]

Ooh I like where this is going......