Four days after a growth hormone leak ravaged the city, the crisis seemed under control. Giants—-lab workers and bystanders caught in the shimmering mist—-were tranquilized and quarantined, the city’s wreckage secured.
Miles away, in a rural stretch of orchards and creeks, a faint cloud of residual hormone gas drifted unnoticed, settling over a creek winding through a rented farmhouse, seeping inside like an invisible tide.
Caleb, a lean twenty-something, was at his factory job, unaware of the looming disaster. His landlord, Randy, a surly miser who hoarded his fortune, had called about a lease-end inspection. Randy loved docking Caleb’s deposit for minor flaws-—a smudge, a scratch. Caleb, ready to move out, didn’t care; Randy would do as he pleased. Unbeknownst to Caleb, Randy arrived with his latest wife, Darlene, a loud-mouthed heifer with buck teeth and a taste for cheap bars.
As they entered the farmhouse, neither noticed the chemical tang of the gas pooling low.
Darlene batted her lashes, twirling her hair as she sashayed inside, her leopard-print top straining.
“This place smells funny, sugar,” she purred.
Randy, noting a chipped countertop to charge Caleb for, growled, “Kid left somethin’ to rot. Gonna cost him.” They rummaged through, Darlene giggling, oblivious to the hormone gas creeping into their lungs, its effects slow and erratic.
The transformation began subtly. Darlene’s hips widened, her body jolting to seven feet. Her top split, exposing her midriff as she giggled.
“Ain’t this place feelin’ tight, Randy-darlin’?” she cooed, winking. Randy surged to six feet, his flannel tearing.
“Damn house is too small,” he muttered, blaming the design.
They continued, Darlene flirting, Randy tallying infractions. Another spurt hit. Darlene shot to twelve feet, her top shredding as she bumped the ceiling, laughing.
“Look at me, sugar, I’m bustin’ outta here!”
Randy, hitting ten feet, snarled as his clothes ripped, boots splitting.
“What the hell—?” he started, still focused on a scuffed floorboard to bill Caleb.
The farmhouse groaned under their weight. The growth escalated. Darlene reached twenty-five feet, her doughy frame shattering a wall, clothes falling like confetti. She stumbled into the orchard, buck teeth gleaming.
“Ain’t I larger than life, Randy?” she giggled. Randy, ballooning to thirty, then fifty feet, burst through the roof, naked and towering, face red with irritation.
The house collapsed under Darlene’s expanding hips, her cushioned backside flattening the wreckage.
By the time Darlene hit seventy feet and Randy reached a hundred, the orchard was ruined—-apple trees snapped, creek muddied. Their minds remained sharp, no fog, just disbelief and Darlene’s relentless flirting. Sprawled across the farmhouse’s remains, she crushed the last of it, her massive form lazily teasing Randy’s colossal frame.
“C’mon, big man, don’t you like me bigger?” she purred. Randy swatted her hand, temper flaring.
“Goddammit, Darlene, this ain’t the time! That kid’s gonna pay for this mess!”
Caleb pulled up in his rattling pickup after a grueling shift, eyes widening at the surreal scene. His farmhouse was obliterated beneath Darlene’s enormous rear. Beyond her, Randy loomed, a hundred-foot giant, naked and cursing, as Darlene "pleased" her man. The orchard was a wasteland, trees flattened.
Caleb’s jaw dropped at the absurd sight. Climbing out of his truck, he stared at the wreckage and muttered, “Well, hell. Randy’s gonna try to charge me for this, ain’t he? I'm sure as hell ain’t gettin' my deposit back.”
Tags: breast expansion, ass expansion, giantess, clothes ripping, science, multiple expansions
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Story by Legsonice |
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Artwork by Gala |
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