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

[make_her_grow]

Nice updates. Keep them up!

I keep hoping the ladies that got hit with the sprinkler system would, um, get "accidently" hit by them again lol.

[qzar9999]

I feel I owe my fans an explanation. Really, I should've put it up before now, but I've been so fucking busy... :-/

A rather large project appeared suddenly that has been eating up all my free time, leaving me unable to work on Wolf Lake. However, one way or another, this project will be over by March. So, consider the story on hiatus until then, but it will have pretty much my full attention come March. That's good news, right...?

Again, sorry for those of you who've been waiting on another installment. I promise neither myself nor the story are dead.

[Mr Wayne]

Originally Posted by qzar9999

I feel I owe my fans an explanation. Really, I should've put it up before now, but I've been so fucking busy... :-/

A rather large project appeared suddenly that has been eating up all my free time, leaving me unable to work on Wolf Lake. However, one way or another, this project will be over by March. So, consider the story on hiatus until then, but it will have pretty much my full attention come March. That's good news, right...?

Again, sorry for those of you who've been waiting on another installment. I promise neither myself nor the story are dead.

Apology accepted. ~_^

[qzar9999]

I'm baaaaaaaaack! My project is partially done, and going on the back burner for now. Back to writing about growing giantesses, then. Sorry again about the delay--I will try to do better on this story, now that I've got that big thing out of the way. Thanks for your patience, and I hope everyone continues to enjoy this story.

Without further ado, here we go!

* * * * *
It turned out she didn't have to wait long. Soon enough, the tall Latina stumbled in her heels, leaning on her friend for support.

“You okay, Lita?” Susan asked, unconsciously tugging at her denim skirt.

“I'm alright, yeah. These heels are killing me all of a sudden, though,” she replied, bracing against Susan's shoulder as she lifted first one foot, then the other, checking the heels with a puzzled frown. She fidgeted with them a bit, then set her feet back down and stepped experimentally a few times.

“Any better?”

“No. Dammit! I guess I need to swap out for the flats,” Carmelita said with a scowl. “Too bad. I look fucking hot in these. And they make me feel so tall!”

Susan had to admit her friend had a point there. Lita seemed to loom even taller over her than usual, which struck her as odd—she seemed even taller than she had at the start of the evening. Nah, that doesn't make any sense. “They do look good, Lita. But you look great anyway, there's no need to make yourself suffer.”

Carmelita sighed. “I guess. I brought the flats in my purse. I'm going to the ladies' room, I'll be back. Don't take my free drink while I'm gone,” she said, winking at Susan. She wheeled around and strode toward the restrooms.

At her table, Vanessa swore softly. “Dammit. What if something happens while she's in there?”

“Huh?” said Jake, staring at her in confusion.

“Oh. I, uh, thought I saw someone I know. I'm gonna go say hi, okay?” she said, already rising from the table.

“Do you think we might actually dance at some point?” he said snarkily. “It's okay, go ahead,” he added as she turned to look over her shoulder at him.

Carmelita had already made it to the ladies' room as Vanessa reached the dance floor, so she tried to push through the crowd as quickly as possible. Finally crossing the floor, she pushed open the door and stepped inside, finding herself in the restroom yet again. The row of hand sinks sat in the wall to her right, running down the room away from the door, while several stalls ran the length of the opposite side. Nobody was visible in there at the moment; she assumed her target had ducked into one of the stalls. For a moment, Vanessa was concerned that she'd just followed someone on their way to use the restroom. Then again, you've already intentionally poisoned three people tonight, so.

She was relieved, however, to see a pair of flats on the floor under the far stall door, next to the red heels containing Carmelita's feet. She seemed to be struggling to remove her heels—evidently she'd just come in here to trade them out. Vanessa felt a pang of sympathy, knowing how painful heels could be. She opened a stall door and closed it to give the impression she'd gone in, then crept closer to the Latina, who was muttering under her breath. The shoes clopped to the floor, followed by a relieved sigh and “Finally!” At a glance, Vanessa could see why the other woman had had so much trouble. Her bare feet were visibly too big for the heels. They were also obviously too big for the replacement shoes, a fact which became obvious to the other woman a moment later.

“What the hell?” her voice said loudly. Her hand reached down to try to adjust the flats, but it was going to be no use; there was just no way her feet were going to get into them. As Vanessa kept watching, she almost thought she could actually see Carmelita's feet and hands getting bigger relative to the increasingly ill-fitting shoes.

A sudden fabric-tearing sound came from behind the door. “What the fuck?!” Carmelita growled. “Stupid dress!” A few more tearing sounds, louder this time, came from within the stall. “Mierda! What's wrong with this fucking thing?” Vanessa heard a few snaps and pops, then a thump as something impacted the side of the stall. “What the hell is going on?” There was another thump, and the stall door jiggled as something hit it. “Jesus, the fucking walls are closing in on me!” Carmelita cried. The growing feet shifted anxiously under the door, followed by the door rattling again and a couple of heavy thumps, as if she was banging on the door from within. “Oh my god, I can't get out!” she yelled, her volume noticeably louder in the confined space of the bathroom.

Vanessa saw the top of her head appear above the stall, slowly rising higher. I'd better get out of here before she sees me... She turned and started for the door.

“Hey! Is someone in here? Help me!” cried the trapped Carmelita. “I don't know what's happening to me and I'm stuck in the--” Vanessa didn't like the abrupt pause, but she liked the “YOU!” that followed it even less. She turned around and saw the Latina's eyes peeking over the top of the stall, fixing on Vanessa like a laser sight. “You! You bruja! What the fuck did you do to me?!” Her eyes were murderous, and as she kept getting taller, more of her expression came into view. It wasn't an improvement. Vanessa bolted from the bathroom, Carmelita's furious cries trailing after her.

So I got someone mad at me and then made her bigger than me, she thought as she fought her way through the crowded dance floor. In retrospect, I realize this was a very short-sighted plan. She was so focused on escaping the threat behind her that she wasn't paying enough attention to where she was going, and as she turned to look for Jake she collided with someone, her face smashing painfully into a shoulder blade. She tumbled to the floor, landing painfully on her ass. She turned toward the owner of the shoulder. “Watch where you're...”

Her angry invective died in her throat as she got a good look at who she'd bumped into. Her gaze traveled up from the toes pushing through the torn stitching on the black platform boots, up along the ripping fishnet stockings, past the denim skirt that had ridden high enough on the thighs to reveal a hint of panties, up the exposed midriff and very tight sleeveless gray top, and past the prodigious set of breasts to the glaring face of Susan. Susan, who had been shorter than her minutes ago when she'd spilled the water on them, and who was now a head taller than Vanessa. Even as she stared, she could see Susan's vantage point rising slowly higher, more stitches popping in her boots and her stockings shredding further.

[tsokei]

Great news! And great post! Welcome back.

[make_her_grow]

Great addition to the story. Here's hoping more water "accidentally" gets splashed on those lovely ladies...maybe the building's sprinkler system could go haywire in the ladies bathroom?

[Mr Wayne]

Originally Posted by make_her_grow

Great addition to the story. Here's hoping more water "accidentally" gets splashed on those lovely ladies...maybe the building's sprinkler system could go haywire in the ladies bathroom?

Make_Her_Grow,

Not to sound prophetic or the sort, but just ideology-wise I have to say great minds think alike. Great minds, or devious minds you might say. "Bring the rain!" B;-)

I really have to admire just how far and in-depth this story's journey has become. To see it attain even greater 'heights' would be nothing short of a Star Trek "fascinating". Indeed.

[magnus knight]

"Ahem... This story is FU@$ING AWESOME!"

That is all for now, and maybe that is enough?

[qzar9999]

@tsokei: Thanks! It's good to be back.

@make_her_grow: You'll get what you want sooner or later, trust me. For now I'm glad you're enjoying things.

@Volfsbayne: It's gratifying to see someone getting so much enjoyment out of my writing. I hope I have a fan so devoted when I finally write something mainstream... XD

@magnus: A very succinct way to say it, nothing wrong with that. I've enjoyed your growth stories before so it's lovely to see you praise my work. ^_^

So, here's the next bit. This club scene is about to blow!

* * * * *

“You?” Susan said, her tone less irate than Carmelita's, although still accusatory. “You're not really drunk, are you?” She paused for a moment, as if realizing something. “What did you do to me?”

“Do to you?” Vanessa replied nervously. “What do you mean?”

Susan gestured down at her body, still getting bigger before Vanessa's eyes. Foreboding sounds of material creaking, stretching, and starting to rip could be heard as her outfit struggled to contain her enlarging frame. Her expanding feet finally destroyed her boots, the stitches popping loudly and the swelling flesh overhanging the platform on all sides. Her denim skirt was even higher now, its row of buttons audibly straining as her hips and thighs tried to force them apart, and between Vanessa's location and Susan's increasing height, she had a perfect upskirt view of the panties that were visibly too tight and getting even tighter. Her enlarged breasts swelled even bigger, threatening to block her from looking directly at Vanessa as the shirt's seams groaned in protest. It's like watching bread rising in an oven...

“I mean this,” Susan said. “I'm...bigger. And I think I'm still growing.”

“And you think I did this because...?” Vanessa said. The narrowing of the taller woman's eyes told her this wasn't a good response.

“Well...” she replied, anger starting to creep into her voice. To Vanessa, it almost seemed like her body grew along with her ire. “You're obviously not drunk.” Her head inched up a little higher. “Which means you faked being drunk before.” A seam popped in the side of her shirt. “Which means you spilled the water on us on purpose.” The top band of one fishnet tore apart with a loud snap, the upper half of the stocking hanging in tatters from her leg. “So that means you had a reason for doing that.” Her breasts grew again, a faint pop accompanying them moving beneath her shirt. She winced, and Vanessa assumed her bra had just snapped. “And this didn't start until after you soaked us.” With a loud crunch, something in one of the platforms gave under the strain of her heavier form, and she staggered, crushing both platforms flat beneath her huge feet as she regained her balance. “So I'm forced to conclude that something in the water caused this, and you did it on purpose!” She sounded much louder and angrier now. The waist of her denim skirt tore open and the row of buttons that ran down it shot off with a series of staccato popping sounds, the garment falling off her growing thighs and showing off strained white panties that had turned into a thong. Susan gasped and covered her crotch with one swelling hand. She glowered down at the still-sprawling Vanessa, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. “So why? Why are you making me bigger? What the hell could you possibly want to do this to me for?”

“Oh my god!” came a shout from the direction of the bar. The two of them turned to look and saw a blond woman standing behind the bar, her chest higher than the heads of the other bartenders, who were backing away from her as she continued to rise. Her apron was digging into the skin of her hips, significantly higher than the countertop and exposed as her tight pants shrank—or rather, as she grew too big for them. It took only a second for Vanessa to recognize Melissa. The waitress' plain black tee was taut across her enlarging breasts, the club's logo stretched horizontally into unreadability and tented in two places by her plainly visible nipples.

“You got the waitress too?” Susan asked incredulously. A furious roar and a loud crashing from the direction of the bathroom suddenly sounded, loud enough to be heard over the music of the club. Susan and Vanessa both turned to the source of the noise, seeing the door marked “Women” shudder ominously as something banged hard against it from the inside. Another hit, and a crack appeared in the wood of the door. The enraged voice coming from within wasn't intelligible, but both women recognized it as Carmelita's. Vanessa and Susan turned to face each other yet again.

“And Lita, too, I see. Oh, you're gonna regret that. She's got a temper.” Another loud bang against the bathroom door. The DJ had stopped the music, so the sound of splintering wood was loud in the club over the murmurs of conversation. Susan bent at the waist, still looming over Vanessa even doubled over, her eyes still narrowed in anger. Her breasts shifted with the motion, and this proved too much for her overstressed shirt, which split apart with an incredibly loud rip, falling to the floor along with her snapped bra. She paid no heed to her sudden toplessness, still fixated on the ever-smaller Vanessa splayed on the floor before her. “So tell me why. I'm getting big enough to hurt you if you don't,” she said matter-of-factly.

“I-I knew there was s-s-something in the water. I...I just w-wanted to see what would happen,” Vanessa stammered fearfully.

“Oh, is that all!” Susan barked. “Just to see what would happen?! Just go ahead and turn both of us into freaks!” She groaned in frustration. “What on earth made you think that was a good idea? If you wanted to see so badly you should've done it to...” She trailed off as a thoughtful expression crossed her face. “Hmm. You know, that's not a bad idea.” She stood and scanned the crowd around her. Many of them had been distracted by the cacophony coming from the bathroom, but a few of them had noticed the growing woman in their midst. Several more noticed once she was no longer bent double and her size was made obvious (along with her exposed, growing breasts).

In a moment, Susan found what she was looking for and snatched something from an unresisting waitress' drink tray. She turned back to the prone Vanessa and held her huge hand right above her head. Vanessa glanced up and her stomach dropped when she saw two cups of water in Susan's grasp.

“Here! Why don't you get some firsthand experience?” Susan snapped, dumping the cups onto Vanessa's head.

Vanessa coughed and sputtered, spitting water out of her face and brushing her damp hair from her eyes. “Do you know what you've done?” she screamed at the growing woman towering above her.

“Nothing more than you did to us, you bitch,” Susan retorted, her head approaching the ceiling.

Vanessa started to say something else, but a thunderous crash signaled the bathroom door finally shattering. Two bronze-skinned hands larger than a normal person's head appeared in the hole, gripping the top of the doorframe and straining as Carmelita struggled to pull herself out of the room that had become too small to accommodate her. The frame started to crack under the pressure of the still-growing hands as the Latina's enraged voice bellowed from within. “Where is that puta? I'm going to kill her!”

[Mr Wayne]

Qzar9999,

My my my.... You did a good job of depicting detailed process moments, but what stands out by far to me is actually the story itself. In particular, the intense and desperate situation that Vanessa suddenly finds herself opposite at least Carmelita, whom is already big enough to cause serious destruction. Yes the growth is salivating, but the suspense is equally gripping in itself.

If I were Vanessa, I'd get the hell out of Dodge (Bar)! Lol.

^_^

[make_her_grow]

Nice! Vanessa better dump a whole pitcher on herself is she wants to stand a chance lol.

Keep up the great work dude.

[qzar9999]

@Volfs: Thank you! Even though this is first and foremost a fetish story, it's nice to know that the plot is being appreciated. And good thing, too, it's about to thicken...

@make: I'm glad you're enjoying it. Just you wait until Vanessa really makes a big scene... XD

Just under the wire, here's this week's update!

* * * * *

Vanessa needed no more encouragement than that. Her feet skidded frantically for purchase on the floor for a moment before she managed to right herself. She ran frantically away from Susan.

“Where are you going?” the growing woman called mockingly from behind her. “It's too late for you now!” Her cruel laughter boomed out after Vanessa. Her heart was pounding in fear, both from the giant women who were angry with her and from dreading the same thing happening to her. Was it her imagination, or was her dress already starting to constrict around her? She dashed toward her table, seeing Jake standing there staring in shock at the abnormally large, half-naked woman on the dance floor and the other one who was tearing apart the bathroom in her bid to escape.

“Van? Are you seeing this? What the hell is happening?” he asked as she approached.

“We need to go, Jake! Now!” she snapped, grabbing his arm and hauling him toward the door. Other clubgoers were running for the exits too, trying to get away from the huge, enraged Carmelita, who didn't seem to care how much damage she was causing to the building. As she ran, Vanessa tugged the hem of her dress down from where it had ridden up her thighs and tried to ignore the pinching sensation from her heels. Her mind raced, thinking maybe if she got to the hospital fast enough they could do something to help her. I don't want to turn into a sideshow freak!, she thought, feeling a twinge of guilt that she'd been willing to do it to others. I had no idea they'd get that big, though. I thought Carla said seven feet or so... Her panic-stricken mind hadn't spent a lot of time forming an accurate estimate at the time, but knowing that Susan's head was near the ceiling last time she saw her, at a guess, Vanessa figured she had to be nearly ten feet tall—and Carmelita was probably bigger than that, if she was too large to fit through the bathroom door.

As they reached the exit, they nearly collided with one of the bartenders as he dashed through ahead of them. Vanessa spared a glance at the bar and saw that Melissa was still over by the counter, although she was now sitting on top of it. It creaked dangerously beneath her increasing weight. She was mostly naked, her apron and pants having torn to shreds around her growing hips, her uniform shirt splitting at the seams, and her panties already snapped. She was also openly masturbating, moaning as she squeezed one overgrown breast and slipped her other hand between her legs. Her figure was significantly curvier than Vanessa had thought. She looks damn good for her age... Then she noticed that Melissa's blonde hair was much longer than it had been earlier, and recalled that Carla had mentioned the other women who'd been affected had grown bigger breasts and more curves, and it belatedly clicked in her head that Susan's chest had grown out of proportion to the rest of her as well. So...whatever is in the water makes you bigger, but it also makes you...sexier? What the hell is this stuff?

Vanessa glanced down at her own proportions, noting that her breasts and hips did seem a bit bigger than she was used to. Might have something to do with why my clothes haven't fit as well lately, she thought. She fidgeted with her dress—was it getting even tighter?--and pushed through the door, only to realize Jake wasn't following. He had stopped to see what had gotten her attention, and he was staring open-mouthed at the blonde giantess pleasuring herself on the bar. With a loud crack, it collapsed beneath her, but she didn't seem to care—she just kept going. More loud cracking signified the doorframe of the bathroom breaking apart as Carmelita's head and upper body tore through the hole. The sight reminded Vanessa of what she was running from, and she gripped Jake's arm again. He started guiltily, looking away from Melissa's spectacle.

“I—I wasn't staring!” he stuttered. “I just can't believe what's happening in here!”

“Never mind that, Jake! Come on! I need to get to the hospital!” she said, pulling him after her through the doorway. She kept him in tow as she sprinted across the parking lot, her feet throbbing in her heels as they slapped down on the pavement. She expected at any second to feel herself swelling up, but nothing had happened by the time they reached the car.

“Did you say the hospital?” Jake asked her, unlocking the car.

“Yes!” she snapped, getting in and sitting down. “I'm worried that what's happening to them might affect me!” When he didn't get in the car, she looked over at him, confused. He had a ponderous look on his face and he was staring off into the distance, as if he were lost in thought. She had a pretty good idea what he was picturing—her swelling up and bursting out of her clothes. “Dammit! Jake! Come on!” she yelled.

He shook his head and hopped into the car as ominous banging sounds came from the building behind them. Quickly, he started the car and threw it into gear, tires squealing as he peeled out of the lot and quickly joined the group of cars speeding away from the scene. In the rearview mirror, he watched as a hand the size of his body punched through the roof of the club once, twice, three times, followed shortly by Carmelita's head, still wearing an angry scowl. “Holy shit! Look behind us!” he said. Vanessa turned and saw the gigantic, furious face, and she felt simultaneously sick to her stomach and glad to be speeding away.

The giant Latina growled angrily. “Where are you, bruja?” she snarled, standing up through the hole she had made in the building. “I'll squash you like a bug!” Her breasts were past the roof line and she was still growing. She furiously punched several holes in the ceiling, peering in through them in her search for Vanessa, getting bigger and angrier as she kept coming up empty. A short distance away, the ceiling cracked upward and outward as Susan's bare back forced her way through it; she had been bent double, but eventually she got so big that even this wasn't enough to keep her below the ceiling.

“Lita, what are you doing?” she said, noticing her similarly-sized friend was knocking holes in the roof that now barely reached their thighs.

“Looking for the pequena puta who did this to us, what do you think?” Carmelita snapped.

Susan sighed. “Don't bother. I'm pretty sure she ran away.”

A cracking sound from elsewhere in the ceiling drew their attention. Another part of the roof burst open as a head of blonde hair pushed up through it, the hole widening as it rose until Melissa's face came into view, eyes closed in pleasure and an expression of bliss on her features. She continued to grow until her breasts shoved through the ceiling, crumbling away more of the building. She was still moaning and playing with one enormous breast, and it took her several moments to notice the other two women staring at her. “Oh, don't mind me, girls,” she said with a grin. “This just feels sooooo good...” So saying, she resumed her activities, heedless of her audience (which included several patrons who had stayed in the parking lot and were now staring at the giantesses).

“Dammit, Susan! You let that skank get away after she turned us into super-sized freaks?” Carmelita yelled.

“I'm sorry, Lita, she got past me,” Susan said apologetically, holding up her hands in a placating gesture. “Anyway, I wouldn't worry about it. I gave her a dose of her own medicine.”

Before Carmelita could say anything else, a black vehicle rumbled into the parking lot. It was very large and looked like some kind of combination of a SWAT van and an APC. The two giant women turned to look at the truck (as Melissa was still preoccupied).

“What the hell is that?” Carmelita said.

“I don't know,” Susan replied, squinting at the relatively small vehicle. “I think that's a Talbot-Lucian logo on the side...but I can't read the rest of the lettering from way up here,” she said, laughing a moment later at the absurdity of the situation.

Vanessa might have found the timely arrival of an armored, militaristic vehicle from the chemical company very interesting, but she was no longer looking back—she was too focused on staring down at herself, watching for the first signs of change. She had felt like her dress was riding up and tightening, and that her shoes were pinching her feet, but nothing had happened since then. As the building and its growing occupants faded into the distance behind them, she realized it may have been due to her running from the club; the outfit she was wearing wasn't really conducive to speed. When several minutes passed and she felt no different, her pounding heart began to slow. False alarm. But why?

She considered it and realized that the water had come from drink cups, whereas the water she'd spilled on the other women had been tap water. I guess I was right about the filtration... She felt fortunate that she'd dodged a bullet, but she still felt guilty about just how much the women she'd dosed had been affected. Carla had only mentioned women who'd grown to around seven feet or a little larger. Surely, if anyone had gotten big enough to tear holes in buildings, she would have said something about that. That could only mean that whatever was in the water was getting worse. There was no telling how big the three women she'd intentionally contaminated might get. What have I done?

* * * * *

(If you're unhappy with Vanessa fizzling out, please don't throw tomatoes. Waste of perfectly good food. And anyway it's Volfsbayne's fault! *points accusingly*)