An Overly Hasty Demonstration 

By Indra

Professor Renee Smith stood on the stage in the cavernous auditorium, the eyes of hundreds of fellow scientists as well as reporters all upon her, waiting expectantly.  Renee looked out over the crowd, noticing the couple television cameras that were fixed on her, preparing to broadcast her press conference live to the networks.  She had never been on television before, and the prospect of it excited her.  Everything was going so perfectly.  Why had her assistant protested so strongly that she not do this demonstration tonight?  Why all that nonsense about the device not having been tested enough to be ready for a human test – much less a human test on live television?  In the end she fired the assistant – she wouldn’t let her moment of glory be delayed one minute, let alone the months her assistant demanded for further testing.  Good riddance, she thought.  You had to take a few chances  if you wanted to achieve greatness.

Renee was an attractive woman.  Mid thirties with a slim body that she kept firm through conscientious work outs, but yet retained its feminine softness.  She had dressed carefully for her appearance before the world – she was wearing a long cream colored, stylish jacket with large white buttons.  The buttons ended at about waist level, and the jacket spread out in a V below her waist, the lapels resting at about mid thigh.  This was paired with a conservative navy blue skirt that fell modestly below the knee, white stockings, and a pair of stylish blue pumps.  Her long, fine black hair was pinned up in a conservative yet stylish manner.  She looked every bit the part of the attractive, confident business woman.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming tonight.  I am proud to present to the world tonight a demonstration of my new invention. . . . 

OK, so it had actually been mostly invented by her assistant.  Her assistant had done most of the work.   Still, Renee reasoned, she was the boss, her assistant worked for her, so it really was her invention and it was only right she take credit for it.

“. . . .demonstration of my new invention.  As I announced yesterday, I have invented a device that will temporarily cause objects to grow to many times their normal size.  Depending on the setting, the grown object will return to its normal size after a short time or a longer time.  To demonstrate this to you tonight, I intend to turn the device on myself for you all to see and turn my self into a giantess – but for only one minute – after which time I will return to my regular size.”  She smiled as she heard the sounds of the audience – gasps of disbelief and nervous murmuring.  Flashbulbs began to pop.  She couldn’t help noticing some of the men in the audience suddenly perking up with increased attention.  

Renee smiled at this.  She was no exhibitionist.  If those attentive eyes were expecting her to give them a show like something out of the ridiculous 60’s movie Village of the Giants, they were sorely mistaken.  The device was designed to grow everything under its influence proportionally.  Her clothes would grow – and then shrink -  proportionally with her.  She stepped toward the small cart that had the growth ray device on it.  She flipped the switch that started the 10 second countdown and then stepped back to be fully within the beam’s field of focus.  The device began to hum with an ever increasing volume.  The voice of her assistant from earlier in the day popped into her head, uninvited:

“Dr. Smith – you don’t DARE do this!  This equipment has not undergone near enough tests to justify the risk you are taking!  We don’t know how stable it is.  I will not be responsible if you choose to take this foolish risk!”

Renee pushed the voice out of her head and said the audience, “Ladies and gentlemen, behold – the giantess.”  Reporter’s flash bulbs began flashing, lighting the auditorium up like a strobe lamp.  Suddenly, Renee heard an electric *pop* coming from the device, followed by the hissing sound of a fried electronic component.  She caught a faint whiff of the acrid smell of burning wire insulation. Something was wrong!  She instinctively began to move toward the device to hit the emergency kill switch – but it was too late.  Suddenly the humming of the device reached a crescendo and she was bathed an enormous bright flash of light.  The audience gasped in surprise at the unexpected burst of light, but it disappeared a moment later.

Renee lurched back, then grabbed the cart to steady herself.  For a moment, her mind was in a whirl.  What had happened?  Was she alright?  She took a moment to get her bearings.  Several stage hands rushed on stage to assist her.  The crowd’s murmuring was louder now, some people rising out their seats.  Renee touched her body automatically, trying to gauge if she was injured.  But once the shock of the moment has passed, she realized that she felt completely normal.  Suddenly she noticed a man standing up in  the audience pointing at her.  “LOOK!” he cried.  The murmuring of the crowd suddenly stopped.  And the next moment, she realized what he was pointing at.

Renee experienced the oddest sensation she had ever had in her life.  As she looked out over the audience, her visual perspective changed.  It was as if she were standing on a platform that had started to slowly lift her up.  She saw the lights at the foot of the stage beginning to slowly recede away from her.  She gasped – then she smiled triumphantly  - it was working!  She placed her hands on her hips and smiled confidently out at the audience.  “Take your seats, everybody,” she called out.  “There is no cause for alarm – everything is completely safe.  Please take your seats and” -  she paused a moment for effect, licking her lips with the anticipation of her glorious fame to come   - “please take your seats and get ready for the show of your lives!”

Renee was growing more rapidly now, she felt her height creeping up.  It was wonderful!  Glorious!  An unbelievable transformation – all completely painless.  Her face beamed her happiness.  Suddenly the look of confident glee on her face was replaced by a different look -  a look of puzzlement as a glint of gold caught her eye.  The glint of gold was from the wristband of her slender gold wristwatch.  Why did that give her pause?  She stood looking at her wristwatch, her mind trying to parse why the sight of her wristwatch should be a surprise.  Then a heartbeat later, it occurred to her.  The sleeves of her tailored jacket were long enough that they completely covered her wristwatch.  She reflexively stretched her arm out and saw that the sleeves of her jacket ended abruptly at her wrists below wear she wore her watch.  She was momentarily unaware of the audience.  “What the. . .  . “ she started to whisper to herself.  She pulled at the sleeves of her jacket, trying to readjust them to their proper length, but they were not budging.  As she played with her sleeves, trying to figure out what was wrong, she became aware that the entire jacket seemed to be ill fitting now.  Confining.

“Ow!”  Renee yelped at a sudden jab of pain – it felt as though somebody had just stepped on her foot.  “Ow ow ow!” she yelped again, and without thinking she balanced on one leg and yanked her left shoe off – a shoe which had suddenly begun to pinch her foot mercilessly.  She danced to the other leg and, balancing herself on the cart, yanked off the other offending shoe.  “Damnit, that *hurt*!” she cried out – and then she suddenly recollected herself, remembered that she was at that moment on live television in front of millions of viewers.  She looked back over the audience, but her face was less confident now.  What was happening!!??  Suddenly she noticed a group of several men pointing in her direction and talking animatedly amongst themselves.  She saw one man rubbing his eyes in disbelief and then staring at her again, a grin beginning to grow on his face.  She heard a voice from the audience saying “do you see what I see?”  The site she had expected everyone to be seeing was certainly something that should have astonished them, but she detected a note in their murmurings that made her nervous.  Renee saw the television cameras zooming in on her and she nervously glanced toward the TV monitors.  Renee gasped as she saw what millions of TV viewers were seeing.

What the people were seeing was indeed an astonishing site.  A woman gradually but noticeably growing before their very eyes was something out of science fiction, not reality.  But that is not what made a sudden chill of fear run through her.  As she looked at herself in the TV monitor, she suddenly noticed something that only a few other people had yet observed – something almost insignificant next to the site of the growing woman.  She looked down to confirm her fears.   She swallowed in sudden nervousness as she saw with her own eyes the most innocent, yet foreboding sight – she noticed a thin band of the palest pink lace peeking out of the bottom of her skirt.  A skirt which had only moments before been modestly below the knee and which was now just above  knee level.  And as she stared at it in disbelief, she saw the hem slowly continuing to creep up, gradually revealing more of the shimmering, silky pink fabric beneath.  “Oh my god!” she gasped, instinctively pressing her skirt around her legs with both hands.  She looked up at the audience like a deer caught in the headlights as understanding finally grew on her.

Her clothes were not growing with her!!!!!

A soft sound *bud* followed by a tinkle reached her ears.  She gasped again as she saw one of the large white buttons from her expensive jacket lying on the stone floor.  She examined herself in slowly growing alarm.  Her jacket, which had been so classy and modest, was now several sizes too small for her.  The jacket lapels were being slowly pulled apart, causing gaps to appear in between the buttons – through which more of the pale pink fabric beneath peeked through.  *Bud*  Another button popped free and tinkled onto the floor.  *Bud*  A third button joined its comrades on the floor.  With the top three buttons gone, her jacket yawned open to reveal yet more border lace and edges of the cups of the silky pink slip she was wearing beneath her business attire.  Renee gave a little squeal of embarrassment and tried to pull her jacket closed over her.  She looked out at the audience, which was now watching her with rapt attention, her eyes filling with dread.  

She looked in alarm toward the camera crew and motioned to them to cut the broadcast.  But to her shock, they just ignored her.  She could see them peering through their lenses at her focusing their cameras on the show that was starting – a show of an entirely different kind than she had intended!  Her mind wanted to panic, but she tried to keep her self calm.  Everything was going to be OK.  Surely this was just a minor glitch – then suddenly her eyes grew wide with alarm as she heard a strange new sound.  A sound she had never quite heard before, but which she instinctively knew the meaning of.  Several soft popping sounds reached her ears.  The sounds of seams beginning to give way.  “Oh NO!” she gasped.  

She ran towards the device on the cart – maybe she could reverse this before it was too late.  As she lurched across the stage she found her movement hampered.  Her skirt was now well above her knees and continuing to creep up.  “Oh my god!” she gasped, as she tried pointlessly  to tug on the hem, trying  ineffectually to cover the long pink slip that was coming ever increasingly into view.   *bud* *plink*  *bud*  *plink*  the last two buttons of what had now turned into a bolero jacket – a very ill fitting bolero jacket – tore free and fell to the ground.  Renee tried to clasp the ends of her jacket close over her steadily growing form, but there simply was no longer enough fabric there to provide her the modesty she needed.  She began to frantically look at the controls of the device, searching for someway to reverse what was happening to her.  *snap* the sound of plastic cracking as the pressure of her growing head overwhelmed her hair clip.  Long, luxuriant tresses of her black hair fell to her shoulders, no longer restrained against gravity.  *Riiiip  riiip riiiip*  The heavier fabric of her designer jacket began to tear in the back with a loud, harsh sound that even the audience and TV cameras could pick up.  She glanced nervously at the TV monitors and despaired to see that far from cutting to commercial, they were in fact zooming in on her, catching every detail of her distress – not to mention the distress of rapidly disintegrating business suit.  Beads of sweat were visible on her forehead and tiny pearls of moisture began to gather on her the white skin of her throat and on the smooth expanse of skin between the shoulder straps of her slip and above its lace embroidered bra cups.  A drop of nervous sweat fell onto the keyboard of the device on the cart.  Oh, god – why had she fired her assistant!!??  She began to realize with a growing sense of doom that she did not really know how to run this thing!!  

The television audience saw this:  An increasingly taller woman now with her back to them, bent over a set of equipment on a cart.  A loud shrieking sound of protesting fabric sounded over their speakers as they saw the back of jacket split all the way down the middle, leaving two ripped shards dangling from each shoulder.  A long, pale pink full slip covered her legs to just above the knee.  Strangely, the slip seemed to not be shrinking and preserved her some modesty.  Her skirt, on the other hand, was not so fortunate.  The television image now zoomed in on the action that was occurring below her waist.  The once modest business skirt was now a full mini, and the dark blue fabric was stretched tight over her behind, showing the slender contours of her very tight, apple shaped derriere.  The hem line could be seen to be gradually and slowly being pulled higher .  . .and higher . . . .when *pling* *ZZZIIIIIIPPPP*  The clasp that closed the back of her skirt popped free and the strained zipper rushed to the bottom of its track to relieve the pressure – more of the satiny pink material of her slip came into view through the window of her now unzipped skirt.

Renee heard the savage sound of her zipper being yanked down and felt the momentary release of constriction as her skirt opened up.  With a loud gasp, she whirled around, covering the back of her skirt with both hands to cover herself.  She looked around desperately for some source of help.  She could see the eyes of the audience – and especially the men’s eyes – fixed upon her with rapt attention, and she felt the involuntary rush of warmth as she formed a pretty pink blush that somehow perfectly complimented the pale pink of her shimmering slip.  She swallowed hard, gulping in anxiety, as she heard an oddly musical sound – large numbers of seams in her skirt were now popping away with increasing pitch as the stress on them increased.

*BRRRRUUUUUPPPPP*  Renee screamed.  This was not the quiet foreboding sound of seams giving way – the fate those earlier sounds presaged had now arrived.  The heavy fabric of her winter wardrobe skirt shrieked its death throes as the unbearable pressure of her expanding hips tore it down the side of one hip.  “Somebody help me” she whispered, her eyes wide with fear, one hand covering the back of her skirt, one hand clutching the rent side.  But it was too late.  As she slowly added another inch and then another to her height, there was series of long drawn out sounds of ripping cloth.  The tatters of what had once been an elegant, expensive designer  business skirt fell from her hips,  now appeared to be nothing but a small torn rag that she clutched to her hip with one hand.

She was dazzled by the sight of flashbulbs capturing the “demonstration” she was giving the world.  With accompanying sounds of tearing the last rags of her jacket fell from her.  She crouched instinctively, covering her top with one arm, the other arm crossed down and protectively pressing her long slip against her legs.  God, this had to be a nightmare, she thought as she backed away from the leering audience.  This was just one of those nightmares like where you  are giving a report at school only to suddenly realize you are standing in front of the class in your underwear.  She looked down to inspect herself.  She could feel herself continuing to grow taller – and then she noticed it and a wave of relief flood her.  For some reason, it appeared that only her skirt, jacket, and shoes had failed to grow with her, but while she had completely lost them, she saw now that her lingerie had not similarly abandoned her.  She reeled at the thought.  “Thank GOD I decided to wear this slip today!” she thought to herself.  She gradually began to relax, seeing the unthinkable prospect of simultaneously being stripped naked and grown to gargantuan proportions that would prevent any kind of hiding was going to be spared her.

A sigh of relief passed her lips.  She slowly stood up straight.  She could feel the inches continuing to gradually add to her, could see the floor continuing to slowly recede, but some of her initial composure was returning now.  It would not have been her first choice to become world famous in quite the way she was at the moment – standing in her stocking feet in her pretty, satiny pink slip with lace embroidering around the hem and décolletage – but it could have been SO much worse!  Her mind, freed from the fear of her imminent exposure only moments before, began once again to fill with thoughts of glory, money, and fame.

She was completely unaware of the soft , all but inaudible zipping hiss the stocking on her left leg made as a run shot through the slowly stretching fabric  from calf to reinforced toe. . . . .

A stage hand rushed on stage, a robe in his hands.  He approached Renee, offering the robe to her to help her recover some modicum of modesty.  The sight, however, was surreal.  In comparison with Renee’s current 9 foot (and rising) height, the stage hand looked like a dwarf.  Reneee reached down, and gratefully took the offered robe.  She tried to put it on, but she immediately realized the stange hand’s gallant gestire was pointless.  She might as well have been trying to put on  a robe sized for a 5 year old – she couldn’t even get it around her.  As she fumbled with the robe, she paused, sensing something new.  What was that odd feeling.  Like tiny butterflies softly flying up her legs?  She stepped in back of the cart that carried the machine to create a moment of semi-privacy and looked down.  *zzzzzzzzzzzzz*  *zzzzzzzz* *zzzzzzzzzzz* Something was going on underneath her slip!  She pinched her fingers in the satiny favric of her slip and cautiously raised the hem ever so slightly to inspect what was going on.  *zzzzzzzzzzzz* She saw a run streak up past her knee and into the darkness where her legs hid beneath her slip.  <Gulp>  She swallowed nervously and looked around the auditorium.  Her perspective was continuing to change as she progressively kept rising higher and higher.  She saw the faces all staring at her with mixed expressions – shock, amazement and what she she thought looked distinctly like lechery on the faces of more than a few of the men.  She stepped away from the cart, unconsciously smoothing her hands over her slip in a protective gesture.  With the bright camera lights behind her, as the cameras zoomed in on her, the viewers could see faint outlines beneath the smooth pink satin of her slip.  Vaguely triangular shaped lines around her hips could be seen coming and going into view as she shifted nervously – the faint outlines of her panties.  And when she protectively pressed the fabric of her slip aganst her legs, the outline of a strap could be made out running from just below her hips downward. 

Rennee looked around nervously.  She pawed uncomfortably at her underthings through her slip – what was wrong?  They did not feel right. The inches continued to grow on her, she towered higher and higher.  She was 10 feet tall now and feeling that this was quite a sufficient demonstration.  She paced back and forth nervously, waiting for the expected reversal in size she expected – HOPED – would begin any moment. Her fingers nervously smoothed her slip over her legs, her thumb running back and forth down the outline of a strap that was feeling increasingly. . . *SNAP*.  Renee gasped audibly in shock as she felt what had happened.  The clasp that held her stoking to her garter belt had just snapped off!  Renee’s face began filling with a new apprehension.  She looked down and to her horror she noticed that unmistakeable changes were happening again.  Her slip, which had a minute before smoothly draped her, was now clinging to her – the outlines of her bra and panties were now clearly visible through the pale silk fabric.  “Oh my god! she gasped, instinctively covering herself with her arms.  She glanced at the TV monitor and to her shock she saw that the cameraman had not failed to notice what was happening.  They had gone into a closeup of her legs – a closeup which shows the lace trimmed hem of her slip slowly creeping up her legs – moving towards her thighs. 

Renee felt her heart beginning to race, her mind reeling.  There was no telling when this was going to end, and if it did not end immediately – OH MY GOD!  The prospect of the show she might end up giving the world was unthinkable!  The silk of her slip was stretched tightly across her bosom now.  She felt her panic rise as she heard the faint creaking sounds of the straining fabric constricting around her continually enlarging form.  Small, almost inaudible pops began to reach her ears as multitudes of threads began giving way.  The cups of the slip, now too small to cover her completely, were  pulling apart and revealing the edge of a sheer blue bra cup underneath.  *ssshhrrip*  The weakest point of the slip – the delicate lace between the bra cups - tore apart with a whispered shred, revealing her soft white skin.  Renee gave an involuntary scream of embarrassment as she saw her slip top tear open.  She clutched her hands over the tear and went to run off stage – her only thought to find someplace to hide.

She ran down the stairs of the stage, but in a moment she ran into the crowd which was now chaotic – everybody trying to get into a position to see what was going on.  “Let me out!” Renee cried, “please, make room, let me get by, I’ve got to get to my. . .”  But it wasn’t helping.  She was mobbed by on lookers, though she now towered several feet above them.  Some of the reporters were desperately trying to ask her questions, impeding her movement.  “Dr. Smith, Dr. Smith – tell us – what does it feel like?  How tall are you going to get?  How long does it last?”  

Renee felt her exasperation rising over her.  There was no time for this right now.  “I, I, I. . .please, there has been some kind of malfunction, now is not. . . . AHHHHH!”  Renee squealed as with a sudden *shrrriiiiip*  the tear below the bra cups of her slip ripped several inches wider down and across.  The pale soft flesh of midriff could be plainly seen now and a remarkably cute bellybutton .  “Oh my GOD!  You’ve got to let me out of here NOW!” she cried!

“Wait, wait, Dr. Smith – one last question!”  Renee whirled toward the voice.  She saw a smirking man, obviously not a real reporter.  “What do you want!” she cried.  “Oh, I think the reporters missed one important question all of America will want to know – what color panties are you wearing?”

‘WHAT!” Renee cried in indignation.  “How dare you! I’ll. . .”  She was interrupted by the man.  “Never mind,” he said, “I think the answer to that question will be plain enough in a moment.”  Renee saw the man’s leering grin and she followed his eyes down to where they were staring.  Looking down, she saw that her slip – which a few minutes before had been a modest ballet slip that draped her form to just above her knees, now looked like something more out of a Fredericks of Hollywood catalog.  She was now wearing a tight mini-slip, torn wide open in the middle and <gasp> she saw the lace trimmed hem creeping steadily up her leg.  Higher and higher it climbed with each passing second, revealing inch after inch of her sleek, long perfect legs encased in the sheer white nylon of her stockings – a nylon which was now riddled with ever growing tears, holes, and runs.    

“NOOO!” she screamed.  She tugged desperately at the hem of her slip, trying to pull it down and retain her modesty.  But it was not helping.  The hem stubbornly resisted her efforts and continued to rise up her legs.  The reporters once again were distracted from their questions and were starting with open mouths and gleaming eyes at her.  She saw one man lick his lips.  Renee looked down and saw the hem of her slip, now as tight as a drum across her legs, slowly dragged up, moving past the sheer stockings over legs.  The embroidered lace top of her stocking came into view as the slip rode up.  “OH MY GOD!” Renee screamed.  “Somebody give me a blanket!  Somebody give me a coat!  Quick, somebody give me something to wrap up in!!”  But nobody moved – they were all transfixed by the unanticipated slow strip tease they were being treated to.  The slip hem was moving slower now.  The broken strap that had held up one stocking could now be seen dangling on her upper thigh.  And still higher the slip hem rose until – a glint of  dark violet-blue fabric winked into view between her legs.    *sshhhrrrrripppp*  the lace at the savagely tight hem finally gave free and ripped up to join the tear in the upper portion.  The left side of her slip tore all the way down the side.  The rent fabric of her slip flapped open.  She was wearing a very pretty pair of violet/blue panties.  The panties were embroidered with flowers around the waistband.  Over them a garter belt could be seen from which dangled a black strap that was connected to the top of her stocking.  The black elastic strap was, however, stretched far beyond its intended use, and just as Renee looked down at the new disaster that had befallen her slip there was a loud *SNAP* and the second garter strap popped free from its moorings, whipping back with the force and leaving a small red mark where it whipped her.  .  

This had  gone too far.  Renee moved.  With a strength that was unknown to her, she virtually bowled her way past the crowd that milled around her.  She looked around desperately for an exit.  *Riiiip*  *Riiiip*  Renee felt the cool air kiss her shoulder blades as the back of her slip tore apart in its death throes.  *POP SHRED* one of the shoulder straps tore through, causing the rag that remained on one half of her upper body to slide off.  The on lookers  saw that Renee had a taste for fine lingerie.  Her bra matched her panties -  a matching violet blue bra, sheer, but not too sheer to see the nipple through it, just enough to tease.  Violet  flowers embroidered the bra and a pretty flower embroidery lay between the cups.    

Twelve feet and growing.  Renee’s mind reeled.  Where could she go?  Where could she hide?   She turned around and saw the crowd watching her – how could they miss her, she was a giant and still growing!  She looked down.  The sounds of popping and tearing continued to reach her hears as the last rags of her slip were being torn apart.  She stood there, shreds of nylon falling from her legs here, a piece clinging to a leg there, a shred of flimsy pink satin from her slip here and there.  But she stood now before the world like some kind of giant Victoria’s Secret model, wearing only a very pretty matching bra and panties and garter.  The pink of her blush colored the creamy white skin above her breasts and filled her face.  She instinctively crossed one arm over her bra and modestly covered her panties with her other hand.

She breathed hard.  She could not believe this was happening to her!  She had never been so embarrassed in all her life!  She did not not know what had gone wrong with the machine, why it had not made her clothes grow proportionately with her.  For some reason her slip had lasted longer than her outer clothes.  She looked down again and felt the blush spring anew as she saw her state of undress.  Lingerie model had not been what she had intended for this day!  She covered herself with her hands as well as she could.  Thank Christ her bra and panties seemed to have been growing with her.  But how long would that last?  Renee looked around desperately for a way to get out.  The amphitheater was huge, but all of the doors were sized for normal humans and she realized she would no longer be able to fit through any of them.  She tried to calm herself.  She could feel the inches continuing to add to her.  It had to stop soon, It had to she thought desperately.  It surely will stop any second and then I will begin shrinking and . . . .

Her thoughts were interrupted by a most unwelcome sensation.  A feeling of digging around her waist.  A feeling of unwelcome pressure.  While she watched the scores of faces staring at her, she let one hand glide down to her garter belt.  She probed it with her finger and felt the elastic of the belt biting into the soft flesh around her waist.  Perspiration began to pop out on her forehead.  “No, no, no” she whispered, “not this too, please make it stop now. . .”

*ping ping ping ping*   Renee gasped and placed her hands protectively over her panties.  Oh my god, no, she thought.  But it was slowly happening. Finally her last articles of clothing were slowing down their growth, but her body had not yet started its slow down.  <popple popple popple pop>  She could hear the elastic stitching in the waistband of her panties beginning to protest as the material began to stretch across her growing hips.  *creeeeeek*   Renee looked down in mute horror at her chest.  She could see her burgeoning breasts now straining against the pretty bra that was no longer keeping up with them in size.  She could feel the back strap stretching across her expanding back.  

<SNAP RIIIIIP>  The garter belt tore down the side and floated to the ground.  Renee screamed and covered herself desperately with her own hands.  *shrrip* a small tear opened in one of the bra cups.  The edge of her pink aureole peeked through the opening.  Reneed screamed again and hugged her arms over her breasts.  She tried to back away from the crowd that surrounded her, the crowd craning their heads to look up at the giant sized strip show going on before their eyes.  Renee could now feel her panties beginning to crawl up her ass. Could feel the elastic pulling tighter and tighter about her hips.  A series of staccato pops sounded as the elastic stitching of her panties tore apart under the strain.

*SNAP*  With the loudest sound yet – a sound that everybody heard – the clasp that held her back bra strap together snapped free with a sound like a small gun shot.  The ends of her bra strap snapped apart and then flapped down.  Renee gasped “UUUHHHHH!” and instantly grabbed the cups of her bra to prevent it from falling off.  She clung desperately to her bra, backing away from the crowd, but there was no where for a giantess to hide.  *rip*  *rip* “Oh no, oh my god, no” Renee whimpered.  Her pretty panties were turning themselves into a thong, and small tears began forming between the soft blue fabric and the elastic at the leg openings.   *Riiiiiiiiiip*  Renee gasped in horror as she felt a split tear in the back of her panties. There was a murmur of awed appreciation from the crowd as her firm, perfect, apple shaped ass cheeks came into view through the torn back of her panties.  She instinctively covered the back of her ass with one hand.  But with that support gone, her bra no longer had the additional support it needed.  *SHRREDDDDD* The embroidered lace flowers between her bra cups were shredded by the force of her expanding torso and the bit of blue lace fell to the floor, revealing her perfectly proportioned – and now of course mammoth – breasts.

Renee screamed again, and covered her naked breasts with both arms.  She looked around in mute horror as she she felt her torn panties straining.  *Shhhrrriiiiiiiiip*  Her panties gave up the ghost, tearing down one side.  Gravity pulled them off her legs like a lover, and they fluttered to the ground, revealing her beautiful womanhood with a narrow landing strip of neatly trimmed, soft black pubic hair.  

Renee moaned in her embarrassment, crouched, and tried to cover her nakedness.  And with that, as if the effect of the machine had been somehow engineered to grow her just enough to strip her completely naked, the growth effect stopped.  Before everybody’s eyes, the 15 foot tall, glorious, buck naked amazon, began to diminish before their eyes, inches dropping away moment by moment.  Suddenly, she sprang like a gazelle and running stark naked headed for the nearest exit door, heedless of the gawking stares all about her.

And in all the commotion, nobody noticed the solitary figure who had removed the growth device from the table and, looking around carefully, placed it under a towel, and disappeared with it. . . . 

To be continued?