Panic grips the city, streets choked with fleeing citizens as sirens wail in the distance. A catastrophic failure at a local pharmaceutical lab has unleashed an experimental growth hormone, and chaos reigns.
In a cramped apartment, a husband, Jesse, types frantically on his phone, trying to reach his wife, Sarah, who’s across town.
Jesse (text): Sarah, where r u? City’s gone nuts, ppl running everywhere. We gotta get out!
Sarah (text): I’m at the bookstore on 5th. What’s happening?! I’m scared, Jesse. I can’t reach my mom.
Jesse (text): I’m coming to u. Stay put. I’ll find your mom, ok? She’s probably fine.
Jesse bolts out into the madness, weaving through screaming crowds. His phone buzzes as he sprints past abandoned cars and shattered storefronts. A rumor hits his ears—a lab leak, something about growth hormones. His stomach lurches.
Then, a thunderous boom shakes the ground.
A colossal foot slams down mere feet away, flattening a sedan like tinfoil. His eyes trace upward, heart hammering, to a massive man towering a hundred feet tall, his prodigious girth swinging side to side under his expansive gut. The growth hormone’s effects are undeniable.
Sarah (text): Jesse, any word on Mom? I’m freaking out. News says something about the lab she works at.
Jesse (text): Still looking. It’s crazy out here. Lab had some kind of accident. Stay safe, I’m close to her office.
Dodging debris and the shadow of the giant, Jesse pushes toward the lab district. A sickening realization dawns—Sarah’s mother, Brandi, is a lead technician at the pharmaceutical lab. His pace slows as he reaches a crowded intersection.
There, dominating the skyline, stands Brandi. Her doughy, enormous frame—easily 150 feet tall—looms over the chaos, her cushioned ass blotting out the sun. She moves slowly, dazed, as cars and people scatter beneath her. Jesse’s jaw drops, his phone trembling in his hand.
Sarah (text): Jesse? Did u find her? Please tell me she’s okay.
He stares at the screen, words failing him. The truth feels too impossible to type.
Jesse (text): I… found her. She’s alive. But Sarah… it’s complicated. I’m coming to you now.
He pockets the phone, eyes fixed on the towering figure of his mother-in-law, unsure how he’ll ever explain this.
Unknown to Mark, in the bookstore on 5th, Sarah clutches her phone, waiting for his reply. A strange, acrid mist seeps through the cracks of the shop’s windows, unnoticed in the panic.
Her skin tingles, her vision blurs, and her phone slips from her hand as the floor beneath her groans. Mark’s final text buzzes, but it goes unseen, her device lying abandoned on the ground as the bookstore walls begin to buckle.
Tags: breast expansion, ass expansion, giantess, science
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Story by Legsonice |
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Artwork by Gala |
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