The fluorescent lights buzzed in the cramped office of ExpansionFan.com’s distribution center, their hum drowned out by Ms. Torres’s sharp voice. The logistics manager loomed over Jake, the delivery driver, who slouched in a creaky chair, his cap tilted low. Her clipboard quivered in her grip as she leaned forward, eyes blazing.
“Would you care to explain why we’re missing four untested expansion prototype serums?!” she snapped, slamming the clipboard onto the desk. Papers scattered like startled moths. Jake scratched his neck, his face a picture of indifference.
“Hmmm? No idea, boss…”
Ms. Torres’s glare could’ve cut glass.
“You don’t think you might’ve delivered them to the wrong address?”
“Nope,” Jake said, fishing a crumpled delivery slip from his pocket. He squinted at the smudged ink and tapped it with a grin. “Says right here, 115 N. Parkway, and that’s where I delivered ’em!” Ms. Torres snatched the slip, her face paling.
“115 S. Parkway, you imbecile! We’re at 115 S. Parkway! You dropped experimental serums off at some random high-rise!”
Jake shrugged, unfazed. “Well, I’ll just swing back and pick ’em up—”
“Yeah, I don’t think that’s happening,” Ms. Torres interrupted, her voice dropping to a grim whisper. She pointed out the window toward the skyline, where the tower at 115 N. Parkway gleamed under the fading sun.
Something was wrong. The building pulsed, its glass facade fracturing.
Jake’s jaw dropped. The high-rise was chaos incarnate. A massive arm, thick as a tree trunk, burst through a window on the twelfth floor. On another level, an enormous breast strained against buckling steel. Lower down, a grotesque phallus shattered a balcony, debris raining onto the street. Screams echoed as tenants, now colossal giants, overwhelmed the structure, their bodies warped by the rogue serums.
Ms. Torres grabbed her phone, fingers flying across the screen. “I’ll let the lab know that Ass Amplifier, Tit Tonic, Dick Daiquiri, and Macro Milk far exceed expectations,” she muttered, glaring at Jake. “You’re fired. Good luck explaining this to the hazmat team.”
Jake stood, tipping his cap, and reached for the soda can on his desk for a final sip. His fingers brushed past it, closing instead on a sleek, unmarked bottle. He didn’t see the label—-Colossal Cola—-shimmering faintly in the dim light.
He popped the cap, took a deep gulp, and froze. A warm, electric surge coursed through him, his skin prickling as the room seemed to tighten around him. Ms. Torres’s eyes widened, her phone slipping from her hand as she stared in slack-jawed horror.
Jake’s body was swelling, his limbs stretching, his uniform tearing at the seams as he grew at an alarming rate. His head grazed the ceiling, then punched through it, plaster raining down. But what froze her in place wasn’t just his size—it was his voice.
“Ohhh, damn, this feels good!” Jake groaned, his tone thick with pleasure, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Like… really good!” he moaned louder, his expanding frame splintering the desk as he reveled in the euphoric rush, his body surging toward the roof while the city outside trembled under the chaos of giants.
Tags: breast expansion, ass expansion, uneven growth, penis enlargement, multiple expansions, male expansion, giantess, science
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Story by Legsonice |
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Artwork by Horny Thor |
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