Trial of the Obsession

by Magnus Knight

“Nine weeks, bored out of my mind.” He muttered to himself from underneath his breath.  He’d been sitting here on this jury for nine months.  He’s been sequestered with no contact with the outside world except for the television in his motel room and the occasional chat with room service.  “Maybe this is some kind of karmic retribution.”  He thought out loud, but quickly shut his mouth when he realized he caught another juror’s attention. After all, he couldn’t explain what karma placed him here to begin with.  No one would, couldn’t, understand the circumstances that brought him to this point.  How he had to leave his old life behind and start again.  The pain he caused.  All over his little, scratch that, big obsession with the giantess.

After the incident at his local grocery store some time earlier he felt he had to get away and clear his mind.  What he did to that poor girl, the emotional pain he felt he caused her, there in public forcing her to grow.  Forcing her to satisfy his passion by tearing through her clothes appearing naked for all to see.  Then how she just up and disappeared after that.  Her worried family.  All because of him.  So here he is, a stranger in a new place.  Just as he settled in the notice came in the mail.  Jury duty.  He hates jury duty.

The case was somewhat the talk of the town.  A wealthy middle aged couple just married starting out their new life together.  The victim was a Dr. Richard Kimble.  The defendant, his lovely wife on trial for his murder.  Seeing as to how he was new in town and had no prior knowledge of the couple or the case he was perfect for the jury.  

The case was a slam dunk.  Wife came home one night to find her husband dead on the living room floor.  Her jewelry missing, window smashed, and a spouse with a bullet in the chest.  The problem for her was that the bullet came from her gun, and to make matters worse the husband had just changed his will leaving everything to her.  It also didn’t help any for her to find out days earlier that he had been having an affair with a mystery woman.  That was the prosecutions case.  The defense argued that she didn’t do it, because she loved him.  The female defense attorney argued that the whole thing was a botched robbery.  Her jewelry was missing, the gun was kept in a glass cabinet in which the glass was broken, no fingerprints on the gun, and she had no prior knowledge about the will because it was changed that day and she had been out all afternoon shopping. The perp probably broke in thinking no one was home because the car was missing, the wife took it.  He broke in, but was startled by the Doctor while cleaning out the bedroom.  The gun cabinet was close by; he broke the glass, grabbed the gun and fired.  Plus two neighbors claimed that they saw some one parked in a black sedan earlier casing the place.  

Of course none of this really mattered to him.  He was too busy staring at the women around him.  Three in particular.  The hot female attorney Ms. Monica Keep (whom he heard was the best money could buy), the cute middle-aged defendant, and the sweet young juror in the front row.  Man was she hot.  He had to concentrate hard just to keep from getting an erection.  

The trial lasted six weeks.  Now the deliberation for the jury began.  Right from the beginning they were split down the middle.  Half wanted to hang the doctor’s wife by her long brown hair.  The other’s wanted to let her be.  That’s when his sweet young juror sprang into action.  With a little persuasion and a lot of cleavage showing she was able to turn everyone around to her point of view.  Guilty.  Now he had just about had enough of this, after all, he was only human and who would want to sit in a small hot room for more than seven days of arguments, so he went along with the rest and voted.  

The next day they were all their when the verdict was announced.  Guilty on all counts.  She was taken away, shame he thought too, too young and attractive for jail.  The judge asked them all to come back the next day for the sentencing. As they were leaving he took one last longing look at his favorite juror, and said goodbye as she climbed into her black sedan.  In fact it looked a lot like the one the neighbors described seeing in the area the day of the murder.  How odd he thought.  

Then he thought back to the jury deliberations, and how at times she seemed so passionate, almost eager to get a guilty verdict.  So like any good citizen these things played in his head over until he decided to stalk, I mean follow her.  He stood outside her home for nearly six hours until she finally left.  It was then he broke into her place, and after a little snooping he found what he was looking for.  The missing jewelry from the break in.  On her dresser he found her journal.  There she had written a full confession.  How she had the affair with the doctor, and when his wife found out threatening divorce, he broke it off.  Later that day she followed him and found out he changed his will and left her with nothing.  She planned on pawning the jewelry for cash and skipping town, but when she was picked for jury duty on this case she couldn’t resist.  She could finish off the wife too.  

Now he felt guilty for letting her good looks persuade him.  He not only might have cast the deciding vote to send an innocent woman to jail, but he was also letting one get away with murder.  This was beyond outrage for him.  He stormed out of her place and back to his to decided what to do.  There on a table top with a beam of light shining on it was the answer.  If he and the courts failed to hand down justice, the formula would.  

That next day he went into the court house with two bottles of the formula on the inside pocket of his sport coat.  And there on a cart sat the two pitchers f water.  One for the jury, one for the judge.  Knowing the formula would only work on females he put one bottle in each pitcher, confident that the male judge would be unaffected.  Like clock work the one pitcher left the cart and the other was left for the jury.  He proceeded to pick the pitcher up and walk over to his cute juror friend from the front row.  “May I pour you a drink?” he asked nonchalantly.  “Sure honey,” she said winking at him, after all she was used to the men of this jury fighting for her affections.  He poured the glass and watched her drink it down.  Then to prevent others from drinking it acted like a klutz and spilled the rest on her jacket.  “You jerk!  You know how much this outfit cost me!”  She responded.  He then took the time to actually see what she was wearing.  Black loafers with a small but sexy heel.  A gold ankle bracelet around black hose.  A straight form grey skirt with grey jacket she just removed, and pink three quarter sleeve floral blouse.  Her hair was done up in the usual ponytail manner.  He thought how ironic she comment on the outfit, because he knew in a few minutes it wouldn’t matter, whatever was left of it anyway.

He looked down at his watch and wondered what was taking so long for the formula to take effect.  The last time he used it, it worked almost instantly.  As he thought this over he looked down at the large mess he made when he accidentally spilled the pitcher of water.  “That’s it.” He muttered to himself.  The last time it was in a glass of water.  This time he used a whole pitcher.  The formula was diluted more.  “Oh crap.” He mumbled.  With a more diluted formula he wondered if it would even work now.  Or if it did how radical would the effect is.  Just then the bailiff called them into the court room.  The trial was resuming and now if anything would happen a whole court room would see it.  As the jury took to their seats he made sure to get one so he could best witness any changes himself that might occur, but also near the exit in case he had to leave in a hurry.  

The trial began with the good Dr.’s wife pleading for her life.  The defense attorney that she hired was helping her to try and plead her case to the judge for leniency from him and this already tainted jury.  He looked at the two women trying to feign like he was paying attention when what he really was paying attention to was his fellow juror.  Every now and then though he would look up to the young female lawyer, she was after all very attractive.  With her shoulder length hair that resembled something like a flapper would wear back in the twenties.  With her knee length maroon flared skirt, buttoned up boucle jacket and ribbon belt.  He liked the silky maroon tights that matched the skirt so well and the black pumps with ankle strap were the final touch.  

Time to time he would also look at the widowed Mrs. Kimble before the judge.  She had on a purple coat with matching slacks, black shoes to go with her black belt, and a dark toned multi colored striped blouse, with the stripes going out horizontally.  Both women were very attractive and could easily distract any man.  He figured that this pleasant image would be all that could keep him company as he had just about given up all hope that hi formula would ever work.  

Giving up on any growth occurring he was going to actually pay attention to the trial when something caught his eye.  The jurors blouse was now more of a short sleeve blouse that the before three quartered.  The sleeve in question now started at the elbow, not the forearm like before.  Also all the little creases in it were now pulled smooth.  To his surprise she didn’t even notice this yet, probably to distracted about getting away with murder.  As he looked up with a large smile beaming on his face something caught his eye on the judge’s desk.  Something that was there that wasn’t there before, and was not expected.  A coffee pitcher and mug with steam coming from it.  Not the usual water pitcher.  But if it wasn’t there than where did it go?  And who drank his formula?  His eyes hurried about the court room to see if he could spot where it went to.  There, he found it sitting on the defense table.  “Oh shit!” he blurted out loud.  The judge turned to him and sternly spoke “Is there a problem juror number 7.”  “No your honor.” Was the reply, his face slightly red with embarrassment.  He didn’t want to expose the lawyer or widow to his formula.  The two glasses were on the table, one three quarters full, the other empty, and a half drained pitcher.  Now something really big was about to happen.  

The little distraction another juror caused broke her concentration, just long enough for her to notice something was amiss.  The female juror patted her breasts, with a puzzled expression on her face.  She could swear her clothes now felt slightly more constricting than they should be.

The truth was that everything was now feeling more constricting on her.  Her loose skirt now hugged her hips tighter than before.  The loafers on her dainty feet tightened with their grip on her to the point where she winced slightly in pain.  She tugged on her pantyhose trying to pull them up, because to her some unseen force seemed to be pulling them down, yet she didn’t see any of the tell tale scrunching that she expected to see near her ankles.  Speaking of scrunching, the scrunchey that held her hair in that tight pony tail even felt as if it was tugging her roots from her scalp.  Of course this was painful so she yelped out a little “EEE!”  To which the judge turned and sternly shouted, “The next one to make a sound from that jury box will be held in contempt of court.”  So she just bit her lip, and remained silent, though soon enough any proper court room decorum would be thrown out the window, or through the roof.  

He watched all her little fidgeting with great interest, for he knew exactly what was going on.  In fact it was becoming hard in more ways than one for him to conceal his growing glee.  He starred up at the court house ceiling and estimated it to be about thirty five feet high.  The calculations running through his mind were with a diluted formula how tall would she become.  The last on was around twenty five feet.  While mulling this over a slight stretching sound brought him back to the moment at hand.  No one seemed to here it but him, but it was a sound he was all too familiar with.  “Groan.” The sound of leather slowly being stretched out of shape.  Music to his ears.  

She looked down with some confusion, unfamiliar with the sight before her.  It appeared as if her shoes were being assaulted from within.  Five little indentations poking in the front, and a rather large bulge poking out the back.  It was almost hypnotic to her to see the bulges grow, the shoes distend outwards, and her ears even began to pick up the sound of the leather stretching.  The cramped feeling she felt in her shoes was alien to her.  After all, these were supposed to be her comfy shoes.  She also looked down to see something else odd.  The gold anklet she wore seemed to be slowly turning around her ankle.  Twisting and contorting as if it was being tugged in all directions.  “Plink, Plink!” All this concentration she was focusing on her feet was suddenly broken by the sound of two dimes falling onto the floor.  Then she saw two golden objects shining on the floor.  Instinctively she reached up and grabbed at her ear lobe and noticed her gold earrings were gone.  “Now this is really getting damn peculiar.” She thought to herself.  “They never have done that before.”

He watched her and was enraptured by an almost orgasmic form of anticipation as her clothes bulged and stretched allover her.  He knew it would not be long now until the fireworks really started.  Rubbing his hands together like some sort of evil scientist he thought about bursting aloud with an evil laugh, but held it back.  After all, he didn’t want to be thrown from the court room until after the main event.

Her shoes were at the breaking point.  Her once small feet had expanded to the point that she could actually make out her five toes bulging and pushing on the fronts of her loafers.  The backs looked like tumors, giant lumps pushing them out.  Her scrunchy was pulling on her hair so hard her head hurt.  She bit her lip to the point that she could taste a trickle of blood inside her mouth.  She could begin to feel the eyes of the other jurors upon her, as the groaning of her shoes was becoming louder by the second.  Finally she could take no more and she reached up to pull of her scrunchy, but when doing so was met by the oddest sound.  “Shrip!” A new cool sensation swept up her arm.  She brought her hand down to examine the arm and saw that her sleeve tore open, almost up to her shoulder. “What the hell is happening?” she said out loud, as things now were way too strange to remain silent.  Besides she could tell all eyes in the court room were on her due to the sound of her blouse tearing open.  

The judge suddenly turned to her and said “Young lady that is it.  You’ve interrupted these…” but then stopped mid sentence as he noticed something odd.  Her breasts were huge.  At least a DD and from the looks of things about to bust through her blouse.  The judge definitely did not notice that before.  Then something else even more odd struck him.  Since when was this woman the tallest juror in the box.  She seemed to be at least six inches taller than before.  

Meanwhile this is what he was waiting for and he wanted it.  With a smile from ear to ear he completely relished what he heard next.  “Crack, pop, crack!” Her right loafer split open, right along the horizontal seam in the front, as black silk wrapped toes burst forth.  As if that was some cue for her to start to panic she began to frantically pull at the bottom hem of her grunting and groaning as he watched it slowly climb up her long sexy legs.  All pulling on it did was reveal her belly button for him to see.  

She was really starting to panic now.  She just stared gap jawed as her foot tore through the front of her shoe.  And as if that wasn’t bad enough her skirt was now rising up like a mini.  Try as she might, tug on it just caused a cool breeze on her belly.  Speaking of her belly she felt like she was pregnant as it now hung slightly over the top of her skirt.  Almost like it was designed for someone two sizes smaller.  Just then she heard another cracking sound and as she gazed at the ground she knew what she’d see because she already felt all ten toes, silk clad, touching the cold hard wood floor.  At that very moment she heard another two even louder cracks followed by the sound of leather tearing.  She didn’t need to see what was happening at that point, she felt it.  Both loafers blew open and now her black silk encased feet were stuck on top of them.  The toes and heals both sticking out of places they shouldn’t slanted at an odd angle.

He just watched overjoyed.  This was one of his favorite parts.  The cracking, stretching, and eventual destruction of the footwear.  He almost came right then, but he knew there was much more to hold out for.  

She was starring in disbelief at her ruined loafers; a tear drop formed in the eye and ran down her cheek.  “But these were my nice comfort shoes.”  She said with a whimper.  She didn’t have long to grieve though as the assault upon her wardrobe was about to go up.  The gold anklet she wore some time ago had stopped its twirling about her ankle.  In fact the glittering piece of leg wear was now throbbing, causing her some pain.  The poor piece of jewelry had taken all it could and now dug into the silk black hose she wore.  It was almost like it was slicing into her, fraying her hose around it, when all of the sudden her ankle swelled up and “plink!” there went the anklet, snapping into three distinct pieces and falling to the ground.  

Now she lost it and started crying out loud, tears streaming down her cheeks.  She had enough and wanted out.  She went to stand up, but to her chagrin fell back into the chair.  As her eyes gazed down she saw why.  Her loafers she tried to stand upon heels snapped off, causing her to loose balance and fall back down.  That was not all; as she fell two runs appeared in her black hose on top of her knees.  The runs quickly expanded and soon disappeared under her all too miniskirt.  That didn’t stop them though.  She could feel them continue to rip up and across her thighs, streaking them and the ass tore, or rather split open right at the crack.  She blushed in embarrassment, and quickly turned to her side just in time to see the stitching around her left shoulder rip open, separating the sleeve from the rest of the blouse.  At that exact moment the right one followed.  Then her biceps, still very much feminine, ripped in two and her sleeves fell to the ground.  

The floral tank top she wore was turning him on.  He knew that it wouldn’t be much longer now.  By this time all activity in the trial came to a screeching halt, all eyes upon juror number seven.  The judge blurted out, “bailiff, remove that growing woman.” As he slammed the gavel demanding there is “order in the court.”

It now truly dawned on her, what was happening. “I’m growing” she said.  Then louder and with more emotion “My god, I’m growing!”  “Shrip!” a small hole opened up in between her heaving bosom.  She felt the back button of her skirt shoot off and through her chair, hitting the man behind her in the leg.  Along her thighs two vertical rips started climbing up the sides of her skirt.  As they tore up, you could see the shredded hose come into view.  “Shrip!” her neck exploded and finished destroying the top of her blouse.   The whole in front of her breasts kept widening until you could now clearly make out the two smooth rounded cups.  Smooth except for the tits pointing out like two bullets into the air.  The back of her blouse soon became involved in the action as it started to tear, first at the top, then slowly down the center until it reached the bottom, which was now at her mid back region.  The back of the bra was really straining to contain the expanding flesh.  

It was an interesting experience for him.  He never felt anything quite like it, when that button snapped off and hit him in the leg.  He gazed at her growing back, still smooth and feminine as any women’s should be.  He started having to crane his neck up to pay witness of the site of her back clasp snapping open.  Then the stitching around the part where the shoulder straps attached into the back part began to give way.

She could feel something odd happening behind her.  Her puzzlement was soon answered by the fact two white straps shot up and both slapped her on opposite sides of the head.  That was enough for her.  She tried to stand upright again, but couldn’t.  Somehow her expanding body was now stuck in the chair.  This was really starting to piss her off.  She tried to stand one last time with all her might, but the force of her added weight was too much.  The chair came crashing down to the floor, along with her.  That little push also pushed her blouse too far.  As she fell onto her ass her blouse exploded, fabric flying in all directions, ruining what was left of her blouse.  As she sat on the floor for that brief moment in a straining to contain bra and torn skirt she felt her back push up against the man behind.  Also her feet now grew into the front of the jury box.  As that happened the fronts of the sheer black material tore open, and for the first time in ten minutes she wiggled her free toes.  The hose didn’t stop there and they split all the way up her skirt.  She tried to stand again, and this time did.  But as she did her skirt finished splitting up the sides until it looked like two pieces of a loincloth.  But not for too long as the waist snapped and her skirt fell to the ground.

Man was he a happy man.  Not only did he see her burst out of her clothes, but he actually got to experience feeling it.  Her body pressing against mine.  God was it hot.  “Pop!” and their goes the rest of her bra.  She appears to be about fifteen feet tall, butt naked, and the growth is slowing down.  

Their she stood.  Taking up about four seats of the jury box with her feet.  She figured, judging her distance from the ceiling, she was about twenty-two feet tall, naked, and in a court room trying to frame someone for murder.  This was not what she expected.    

The whole trial now came to a stand still.  All eyes gazing up at the jury box, all that was left of it, for in it stood a twenty-four foot tall woman.  The bailiff stood before a gigantic calf holding out a pair of handcuffs with the kind of look you would see upon a child who was looking upon its first dinosaur skeleton.  The judge dropped his gavel which hit the court floor with a thud.  Most of the people in the seats already ran from the court room, all except a few drooling horny men and one reporter who was writing down everything she saw at a blinding rate.  To her this boring first crime assignment just became Pulitzer material.  

The court stenographer had long stopped typing anything when Monica Keep immediately stood up in the middle of all this confusion to demand a mistrial.  “Your honor the state has no precedent for the matter at hand and for the benefit of fairness to my client and those injured in the jury motion an immediate mistrial!” To which the judge turned to the feisty young lawyer drooling and said “Huh?”  Monica repeated her self and the judge turned to the prosecutor to hear his opinion, if only he hadn’t passed out when the young juror hit the ten foot mark.  

The judge went to bang his gavel, not realizing he dropped it, and instead banged his hand and yelped “Motion granted.”  Though with the way he was distracted he’d probably agree to anything.     

“OH hell no!” The newly nude giantess rumbled out with a deep husky, yet feminine voice.  “I went to too much damn trouble to frame that bitch.”  All eyes were now shooting back and forth between the giantess and Mrs. Kimble.  

“What did you she say?”  Mrs. Kimble mumbled while looking bewildered at her attorney, Monica.  Her attorney seemed to have loosened up somewhat in the past few minutes as two buttons were now undone on her jacket and a hint of purple camisole shown through.  Mrs. Kimble shot a mean look up at the giantess and shouted “What did you say?”  To which the giantess replied by stamping her foot upon the ground.  The whole courthouse shook with a low rumble like that of a plane flying too low to the ground.  When the giant foot came down Mrs. Kimble followed it and saw something sparkle at the tip of a giant toe.  She quickly ran over to it and placing one delicate hand on it picked it up and brought it too eye level, quickly placing the other hand over her mouth, gasping audibly.  It was a golden anklet that looked as if it went through hell.  Its entire links stretched out of shape, distorted and out of alignment.  This wasn’t just any anklet.  She recognized it as her anklet.  One of the many pieces of jewelry she reported stolen.  The very anklet her dead husband gave to her on their first date.   Mrs. Kimble now took a step back and looked up at the giantess trying to crane her neck to see her whole face, as realization through itself upon her.  Her husband was having an affair, and this giantess was the one the affair was with.  It was her in their house that night, the one who killed her husband, the reason the jury was so quick to convict on only circumstantial evidence.  She stepped back again, somewhat more awkwardly this time almost stumbling.  

He was watching the exchange between the giantess and defendant from within the exit door frame.  Figuring if all hell broke loose this was the best place to stand, being reinforced and all.  He also saw the defendant stumble on that last step, and after searching the floor for debris but finding none, he thought he knew why.  His formula was now taking affect.

Mrs. Kimble’s steps were all becoming more awkward for her to take as the once nice leather heels she wore were now becoming increasingly tight around her dainty feet.  Or maybe it was the fact her pants now felt like a pair of tights on her slender frame.  She looked down and could see all the slack in her pants disappearing as the fine creases in them went flat.  Her feet hurt and when she stumbled again she looked down to see the leather moving and pulsating as their contents shifted.  Her purple coat, which before was tailored to reach just below the bottom, was now at mid-bottom, and slowly still climbing.  She could feel all her clothes now shifting about on her frame.  It was an odd sensation for her to experience, and yet a part of her welcomed it.  She looked up again at the guilty giantess and in a way felt as if something was going to give her this giant chance for justice.

The giantess was eyeing the defendant Mrs. Kimble with contempt in her eyes, unaware of the changes that were slowly developing in the mild mannered middle aged housewife.  She didn’t realize the monstrous growth she just went through was about to happen again.  The giantess just furrowed her eyebrows, and took one small, yet to the onlookers’ gigantic step, towards Mrs. Kimble.  She was planning on squashing her like a bug.  The only problem was that this bug was about to bite in a big way.  

The purple coat continued to climb up the defendants arms, revealing a wrist watch she was wearing.  He looked across the distance to the watch as it’s brown leather band distorted out of shape.  Her shoes were now showing a lot of stress as her feet continued their assault upon them.  It looked as if the tops were rising above them as the indentations of her toes added to the trouble.  Her pants were now Capri pants on her lengthening legs as the cotton material climbed to about mid ankle.  Her black leather belt twisted a little from side to side around her waist before forcibly being returned to center where it physically and audibly groaned in protest to its worsening predicament.  The color stripes on her blouse had almost a hypnotic affect on the onlookers as the colorful stripes on it seemed to mend together and blur as the blouse stretched and reshaped itself.  

“Snap!” the leather of her watchband snapped and its glass case shattered as the time piece hit the floor. This caused Mrs. Kimble to look to her wrist and as she turned her head back up the sound of a seam failing caught her ear.  The right shoulder seam of her coat was failing and started the path to ruin for the jacket.  The seam tore all the way around separating it from the rest of the coat.  Then as the sleeve rose to the elbow its seams failed too and tore in half to just fall away.  The other sleeve tore at the elbow too, revealing that Mrs. Kimble was wearing a short sleeve blouse, or at least it was one now by the bare forearm being shown.  “Shrip!” the left shoulder seams failed and the coat now converted into a vest.  A very short and form fitting vest.  

The giantess stared down at the woman she was about to step on, but for some reason stopped midst ride and pulled her massive foot back.  She just stared down at this other woman with a look of confusion in her eyes.  She couldn’t place it but something seemed odd and unnatural to her now.  The appearance of this small woman changed some how.  Everything about her was changing.  She really wanted her dead, but just couldn’t bring herself to do it now.  She had to see where all of this was going.

He watched all this from the side line near his exit as it unfolded.  The two women just staring at each other with burning contempt and childlike curiosity on their changing circumstances as the one was growing to challenge the other.  He knew that when the giantess stopped her approach towards the other it could very well be her last mistake.  Soon the two women would be equal in size and then things would begin to get radically interesting.  He felt he should really have ran outside and charged admission to get in, or at the very least asked for money from the few remaining onlookers, but he wasn’t about to reveal himself yet.

Mrs. Kimble by now knew what was happening to her body.  The tightening clothes, tearing seams, and stretching sounds could only mean one thing.  She was growing, and she wanted it.  She welcomed it as a chance for revenge, a chance for justice, a quest for truth.  These thoughts were interrupted by the sound of more tearing fabric.  Her purple coat tore little by little at her back, and as that last seam failed, so did the coat.  As the purple rags fell away a thought ran through the brown haired blue eyed middle aged woman.  The growth would soon leave her completely naked.  “Crack, crack!” This new thought was interrupted by her black shoes splitting open to release her bare toes to the world.  As they wiggled free her heels broke under her increasing weight and as she hit the ground flat footed with a thud the backs of her shoes groaned, then split at their center seam.  Soon her feet outgrew her foot wear and now grew on top of the leather scraps.  She could feel her bare feet slide across the smooth tile floor, and as she watched a small tear at her pant leg cuff caught her attention.  The tear slowly traveled up her calf to the knees where it stopped.  “Shrip!” the other side tore too and followed the same pattern.  “Rip, rip!” the inseams split and the cotton fabric just hung there for a moment.

She looked up at the giantess and knew what she wanted to do, grow as big and fast as possible so that she may crush this murderess bitch.  As fire burned in her eyes her growth seemed to accelerate.  Her silver belt buckle bent and snapped as the black leather belt tore simultaneously in three separate places to fall away.  Her blouse’s neckline started to stretch and plunge and then tore a little to show her growing cleavage.  The bottom of the blouse un-tucked itself to reveal a smooth stomach and nice set of abs as the bottom tore a little too.

“Shrip, rip!” Her seams at her pants thighs tore open to show a beautifully shaped thigh tear apart the seams.  “Pop, pop, pop!” The three buttons that held the pants closed popped off one after another to reveal the fronts of a pair of creamy white panties.  Her pants not turned into cutoff short shorts the growth now attacked her blouse.

The colored top shrunk into a tube top as its seams screamed for mercy, but instead found only destruction.  “Shrip!” loudly echoed throughout the courthouse as the back tore open to show off a smooth sexy back with a straining bra clasp in the center.  The clasp stretched out slowly then “boing!” burst apart and slid behind the widening gap the blouse was forming.  The front tore down the center to rip in two and let her overflowing bra cups see the light of day.  The flesh mounds in the cups pushed on them with such force ruptures in the white flowery satin material began to form.  “Shrip, rip!” the blouse tore further until in one final loud rip tore itself to pieces and turned into rags.  

Meanwhile her pants were now in their final death throes as Mrs. Kimble surpassed the eight foot mark.  The back seam tore wide to reveal more of their satin contents and the rips continued to travel up the outer sides.  As these tears met the waist the pants took on too much damage and fell away to add to this woman’s mounting rag pile.  At nine feet she was left in only her underwear and that was not to last much longer.  

First to go was the bra.  The shoulder straps dug into her and stretched to the point where the nylon material ruptured in small places every few inches.  Soon two of these ruptures met and the straps flailed away.  Then her panties already with small tears in the waist area grew too small for this growing woman.  The satin under garment fluttered to the ground to join with the rest of her clothes.  

Now completely naked at the ten foot point she turned her embarrassment into rage and this fed into her growth.  She rapidly shot upwards at one foot per second and soon matched the other giantess at around twenty feet, but instead of stopping, her growth slowed and did not come to a stop until she hit the twenty-five foot mark.  Now slightly larger than the other giantess Mrs. Kimble stumbled for a brief moment as the accelerated growth made her a little light headed.  The other giantess took this as an opportunity to strike and shoved Mrs. Kimble backwards.  

As she stumbled back Mrs. Kimble crashed into the wall and damaged it enough to cause large cracks to appear on the outside.  Onlookers began to gather outside upon hearing the thunderous boom and seeing the wall of their courthouse bulge outwards.  Inside Mrs. Kimble quickly regained her composure and lunged at the murderess giantess.  The two locked hands in a deadly embrace as they pushed hard upon each other, both were refusing to give.  

He watched this from his perch as these two colossi fought for position in the courthouse.  Each of them shoving as hard as they could against each other, their nude chests heaving as fire burned in their eyes.  He knew this was about to be one big battle, and someone might not survive this.  A lot was running through his head at this point.  One was if he stayed could he survive this onslaught?  Two was why did Mrs. Kimble grow so much faster then any of his other giantess creations?  Third was who would win and what in the end would be left of this courthouse?

The two giant women’s locked embrace soon broke as the one flung the other to the ground with a crash.  The whole area shook, and as she stood back up the two women’s’ footsteps shook everything even more.  They now stared at each other eyes blazing with flame. They went for each other again and as there bodies collided the earth shook and rumbled with their battle.  Mrs. Kimble grabbed the juror by the hair and pulled back angrily and bitch slapped her upside the head and sent her stumbling back.  The juror then slammed into the chest of Mrs. Kimble and sent her staggering back and as she wobbled to regain her footing the juror reeled back and slapped her across the face.  Mrs. Kimble cocked her arm back and punched the giantess juror square in the face leaving a trickle of blood coming form her nose.  As these droplets of blood fell it seemed as if a rain of blood was falling from the sky.  The juror responded by kicking the giantess in the shin and grabbing a handful of hair and pulling harshly as she reached back to slap her.  Mrs. Kimble reached up, grabbed the arm and flipped the juror around and placed her in a choke hold.  The juror stomped on Kimble’s foot and forced her back to then shove her with all of her might.  Mrs. Kimble flew back into and through the east wall of the courthouse crashing into the skyscraper behind it and as glass fell onto the street below the people ran panicking for their lives.  The giantess juror stepped out of the building and as she went to punch Kimble she ducked away and her fist went into the skyscraper and out the other end sending glass crashing everywhere.  As the two women continued to struggle no one noticed the female attorney rise to her feet and clutching her stomach make a run for the women’s lavatory while her black heels clicked on the rubble strewn floor.  

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing and didn’t want to miss a minute of this.  He thought that anyone who found too girls fighting were hot could multiply this by ten.  As he rushed out to watch the spectacle he completely forgot about the formula left in the pitcher of water on the table.  As he made his way through the hole in the wall his mind went back to the attorney who also ingested his formula, but since he couldn’t spot her he decided not to waist time looking and instead went after the colossus fight outside.  No one saw the young female reporter quickly run up and drink down the remainder of the pitcher as she needed to re-hydrate in order to keep pace with all that was happening around her.  He had no idea how out of hand things were about to get in this little city.    

The young reporter quickly put her notepad into her wallet and pulled out a small metallic grey digital voice recorder to get everything she was about to witness and hear down for her report later.  She figured for this she would soon become the top journalist in the city, if not the state.  No one around seemed to pay any attention to the young twenty-nine year old Latino reporter as she made her way out the destroyed wall after the two battling giantess’s.  She had to struggle a little to maneuver past the rubble in her two inch heeled black leather shoes with their round toes.  She quickly glances down to make sure there were no runs in her nude panty hose and her black knee length skirt and waist level sport coat were still neat and proper.  Her sheer blouse revealed her black lace bra in the sunlight as her long black hair and two gold stud earrings shimmered in the sunlight.  She brought the digital recorder to her mouth and barked into it “Maria Kana watching two giants of feminine beauty fighting brutally in the streets of the upper East Side over their freedom, and of all the clichéd things, a man, albeit a dead one through the busy streets of downtown.”  

Cars came screeching to a halt and people ducked for cover as the two giant women fought with each other through the busy streets.  They traded blows amongst themselves completely oblivious to the streets below them.  The people seemed to insignificant below to bother with, as you could imagine you would be compared with two thirty foot giants.  Their bodies were now covered with scrapes and bruises as the fight dragged on for fifteen minutes now, neither woman refusing to give an inch.  The streets were filled with huge foot shaped potholes and buildings in a three block radius were damaged as debris piled into the streets.  

The giantess juror picked up a yellow taxi cab and hurled it at Mrs. Kimble.  She responded by hitting the giantess juror with a street pole she picked out of the ground.  As the women fought it appeared in a sudden whirl wind of fast moves the giantess juror could win.  She picked up a city bus and whacked Mrs. Kimble with it across the right side of her head, then stuck her massive leg out, which had her foot go into a nearby office building, and trip Mrs. Kimble onto her knees, when she reeled back and punched her square in the eye.  As the giantess Kimble fell back her head and shoulders went into the office building taking out the first three stories.  The giantess juror was about to deal the death blow when in mid stride she paused and just stood completely still.  Unbeknownst to the spectators a tingle shot through her whole body and she shivered for a moment from a breeze no one else felt.  She took an awkward step foreword and realized something was different.  Her perspective changed slightly, and as she looked around it became apparent to her why.  She was starting to shrink back down to normal.  

Mrs. Kimble took this opportunity to regain herself long enough to get up and move out of harms way.  As she moved away she noticed something odd about her attacker.  They were both the same height a minute ago, but now she clearly had a height advantage.  Her attacker was shrinking, and Mrs. Kimble took this as an opportunity to strike and end this battle once and for all.  

Meanwhile in the ladies room of the crumbling courthouse Mrs. Kimble’s attorney Monica Keep was splashing some cold water across her face.  To her all of this seemed like the kinds of nightmares she would have about work after going to bed and eating Mexican just before for a late night snack.  One of the jurors, and her own client, just grew into a pair of giantess’s and now were fighting somewhere over something and she couldn’t even focus on what.  The truth was she was having trouble focusing on anything right now.  She could feel her heart racing inside her chest, and no matter how quickly she splashed the water she couldn’t keep up with the newly formed sweat on her brow.  As she came up again to wipe her face she noticed her once neat short black hair looked a little messy.  As she tried to fix it the oddest thing caught her sight.  She could have sworn her hair was slowly growing longer, which would explain the mess, as it seemed to be creeping towards her shoulders.  Monica looked down to her hands and could swear they were lengthening as well, little by little reaching on their own for some unknown prize.  “Ouch, Ow!” she yelped and looked down to her black shoes.  They were pinching her toes and causing all kinds of minor discomfort.  Monica left the ladies room and as she walked down the abandoned halls of the courthouse the clacking her heels made grew louder due the weight their wearer was adding to them, though unbeknownst to her at the moment.

Part 2:

Mrs. Kimble took this opportunity to regain herself long enough to get up and move out of harms way.  As she moved away she noticed something odd about her attacker.  They were both the same height a minute ago, but now she clearly had a height advantage.  Her attacker was shrinking, and Mrs. Kimble took this as an opportunity to strike and end this battle once and for all.  

Meanwhile in the ladies room of the crumbling courthouse Mrs. Kimble’s attorney Monica Keep was splashing some cold water across her face.  To her all of this seemed like the kinds of nightmares she would have about work after going to bed and eating Mexican just before for a late night snack.  One of the jurors, and her own client, just grew into a pair of giantess’s and now were fighting somewhere over something and she couldn’t even focus on what.  The truth was she was having trouble focusing on anything right now.  She could feel her heart racing inside her chest, and no matter how quickly she splashed the water she couldn’t keep up with the newly formed sweat on her brow.  As she came up again to wipe her face she noticed her once neat short black hair looked a little messy.  As she tried to fix it the oddest thing caught her sight.  She could have sworn her hair was slowly growing longer, which would explain the mess, as it seemed to be creeping towards her shoulders.  Monica looked down to her hands and could swear they were lengthening as well, little by little reaching on their own for some unknown prize.  “Ouch, Ow!” she yelped and looked down to her black shoes.  They were pinching her toes and causing all kinds of minor discomfort.  Monica left the ladies room and as she walked down the abandoned halls of the courthouse the clacking her heels made grew louder due the weight their wearer was adding to them, though unbeknownst to her at the moment.  

As Monica made her way through the hall she failed to notice her boucle jacket’s sleeves were now creeping past her wrist and as she ignored the mounting pain in her shoes she also failed to notice the supple leather bulge out in unnatural places.  She paused for a moment to catch her breath and placed her hand against a nearby wall.  As she looked up to her hand she noticed that it appeared as if the fingers were sliding across the smooth marble of the wall.  She could in fact feel the cold stone move beneath her hand.  Monica removed the hand and shook it as if it fell asleep, and once stopping to examine it noticed how her fingers seemed longer and slinkier then before.  She looked around and noticed a courtroom nearby.  After knocking and hearing no reply she entered to find it was empty.  She made her way in towards the bench when just as she made it through the gate; she paused and glared down at her feet.  

Monica’s black pumps were squeezing her feet like a vice.  She could look down and see the indentations of her toes pushing against the supple leather of her footwear.  The black buckle strap that went across her lower ankle on the shoes was audibly making little groaning noises as it too was being harassed by some unseen force.  Her chiffon flared skirt that was supposed to rest just below the knees was now just a tad above the knee.  Her bow tied ribbon belt being made of fabric was for the time being stretching and moving to maintain its shape.  Her maroon tights were holding up well thus far too, being that they were the most elastic thing on the young attorney.  Her jacket was looking a tad bit puffy as it was being pushed out of shape from within, but it was still holding its own.  The most visible difference as of yet was Monica’s hair, which at the start of the day had almost a twenties flapper style to it, but now the black strands were slowly creeping out of shape and moving down towards her shoulders.

She reached up to stroke the moving hairs and mutters “What the hell?” As her fingers gently caressed the strands she could feel them lengthening going in between her fingers.  A pained look appeared on her face and she glanced down upon her footwear again.  The leather material was groaning slightly louder and seemed to look as if something inside the shoes was moving about. As Monica bent down to examine more closely she suddenly yelped and stood back up grabbing at her rear.  It seams that the bending motion caused a wedgie to form as her silk panties tried to slide up her ass when she bent over.  Her face became flushed as she tried to pick at it, but then paused and brought her hands to her face to gaze upon them puzzled.  Her fingers seemed longer, more slinky like in appearance and as she wiggled them about she would have sworn they grew longer.  Her nice manicure was now looking sloppier as the nails grew trying to keep pace with the rest of her hand.

The attorney placed her hands to her side and knew immediately something was amiss.  She turned her head to glance down and saw the maroon boucle jacket now only was slightly less than three quarters its man made length.  She instinctively reached over with her left arm to tug at the right when she noticed the same problem as before.  Monica squirmed again this time looking down to her tights.  The maroon material was paling as if someone was tugging on the material stretching it out.  She also felt the seat of the tights pulling down her thighs slightly and reached down to pull them back up.  “Shrip!” she felt a run appear under the skirt she wore along the back of her thigh.  She also could feel that her sleeves had now crept up to the three quarter mark on her arms.  Her maroon flared skirt now had less flare to it as it crept up to above her knees.  All this was puzzling the young attorney.  As she spun around she took in how all her clothes seemed a size or two too small.  The buttons on the front of her boucle jacket that were still buttoned were now pushing out around her bust.  Her shoes were pinching her feet, the straps digging in.  The sleeves on her jacket rose and the jacket itself now sat at waist level, instead of where it was tailored to fit, slightly below the waist.  She brought her hand to her forehead and could feel sweat begin to form on her brow, which to get at she had to push hair aside that shouldn’t have been there to begin with.

All of Monica’s attention was drawn back to her feet again.  Her leather ankle strap pumps were causing her intense pain.  She reached over to grab onto the judges bench for balance as she leaned to her right and tried to kick off the offending foot wear.  This was not working for her though.  The shoes were so tightly on that the kicking motion she used couldn’t remove the pumps.  As she went down to stomp her foot in frustration an odd snapping sound filled the empty court room.  The attorney looked down to see the buckle across the top of her left foot snapped open and she could now see her maroon hose clad foot rising out of the top of the shoe.  “Pop!” and she swiveled her head around to see the right shoe’s now useless strap followed suit.  As she examined the shoes she heard another slow cracking sound and after a minute of this could feel the backs of her feet now had some breathing room.  As she turned around to see this she noticed that her leather pumps no looked more like a pair of clogs that were three sizes too small.  She tried to walk in the exploding foot wear but couldn’t maintain any balance and stumbled down and foreword onto the floor.  There on the floor she tried to regain her balance to stand up, but when she put pressure onto the balls of her toes for leverage two loud cracking sounds caught her attention.  She glanced back to see the fronts of both heels cracked open and she could now wiggle her toes in their maroon casing with somewhat ease.  As she stood back up the cracks grew and seams on her foot wear blew and once she stood to her full height, which was four inches more than it should have been, her foot wear disintegrated down to nothing and this left her in her maroon tights encased feet.  

Monica tried to reach some sort of conclusion in her mind for why this was happening.  First the juror grew into a giantess, and then admitted she really killed her client’s husband, and Monica thought the case was won.  Then her client grew into a giantess, bursting through her clothes, and proceeded to fight with the other giantess.  “Oh my god!” she blurted out loud, as her face became pale and frowned as she looked upon her own body.  “I’m growing too.”  

Just then her train of thought was interrupted by a tearing sound.  She looked for the source and found that the shoulder of her jacket was rupturing due to its growing contents.  Monica froze now and could only mutter “Oh god no.” in between tearing and stretching sounds and her compulsion to gasp for more air to satisfy her bodies growing need.  The seams all along her boucle jackets shoulders were tearing themselves apart as they were no longer able to contain her growing form.  “Shrip, rip” the material went and soon Monica’s jacket’s sleeves separated completely from the rest of the garment.  This was just the start of the carnage unleashed upon this professional woman’s attire.  “Rip, Shrip!, pop!” Her sleeves now free and on their own burst apart as her arms grew and pulsed with new found vigor.  The ruined material puddle on the floor and left the attorney wearing nothing but a boucle vest now that had its front buttons straining to contain their contents.    

Speaking of which the buttons were now audibly straining to hold in their confines of flesh, their material that held them in place protesting their expanding contents.  The gaps between them were ever widening.  The ribbon belt she wore around her waist over her jacket was for a while now able to stretch and keep pace with the young attorney’s growth, but that time was fading fast it was now visibly stretching out and contorting being forced to move in unnatural ways.  Her maroon tights were fading and showing off a paler color than they were designed for as the silky cotton material stretched to keep her feminine long sexy legs properly sheathed.  

“Pop, pop!” Monica looked down with both horror and fascination to witness the two top buttons of her boucle jacket snap off and fly across the court room;  her pink camisole with its intricate lace top now coming into view.  “Shrip!” Her ribbon belt started to thin around her torso as the knot it was tied into tightened and undulated about her waist.  “Shrip!” the ribbon material succumbed to the attorney’s growth and finally burst into tiny ribbon fragments and fluttered to the ground around her.  

“Oh god, no.”  She said to herself as she could see her flare chiffon skirt now lost its flare and clung tightly midthigh, well above the resting place it was designed to reach.  “Please make it stop.” She let out as if some unseen force could now intervene and make all this go away. “Pop, Pop!” the last tow buttons now burst free to open her maroon boucle jacket to the world and reveal her lace camisole whose intricate lace loops along the tops and bottoms now enlarged and Monica’s tits poked at the material as if the room itself was ten degrees below zero.  Monica instinctively clutched at the jackets material and tried to force it closed to hide her modesty.  All that futile effort did was increase an already unbearable strain on the stitching of the jacket’s back material. “Shrip!” The boucle jacket tore wide down the center and as Monica let go it just fell off to the side to puddle with its former sleeves upon the floor.  

Her camisole was skin tight on her and rising with the passing seconds to show off more of her waist and the small of her back.  The straps dug into her shoulders causing the skin around them to become red and irritated.  Her maroon tights paled and now looked pinkish and stretched further but looked as if they could pop any moment.  Her chiffon skirt now clung tightly to the young attorney’s newly acquired seven foot frame, well above the mid thigh point.  Monica moaned in both pleasure and pain as her clothes vice like grip tightened and her modesty was slowly taken away.  

“Uhh.” She pursed her lips to let out as she felt the pressure around her lower waist be relieved somewhat.  The black round button that fastened the top of the zip at the back of her skirt snapped off and rolled away along the ground.  “Zip.” The copper zipper undid itself slowly to reveal her pale tights through which her red panties were now visible.  The panties themselves were like a thong creeping up into parts of her they were never meant too touch.  As the skirt crept higher it finally became caught at the eight foot attorney’s upper thighs and could not rise anymore, which meant this garment was now at the end of its life.  

“Shrip, rip.” The seat of this woman’s maroon tights ripped open along their inseam and split wide to show of a clear view of her new red thong silk panties.  As the gap widened her thighs now violently pushed on the confines of their chiffon prison.  “Shrip, pop.” Runs, small and barely noticeable at first, now opened up along the backs of the woman’s calves.  These runs slowly teased their way up along the backs of her legs, and down towards her feet.  “Shrip.” New runs now roamed at the tops of her feet and traveled up her legs towards the splits at the tops of the tights.  “Rip, Shrip.” The skirt now started to tear open at the bottom, the rips traveling up her thighs.  “Rip.” Her zipper no longer content to have merely opened itself up now tore through the bottom of the skirt as it blazed its own path now through the chiffon material.  “Shrip, pop.” The small runs now widened and soon her tights burst into a multitude of holes.  The holes grew and her white flesh forced them to open wider and gaps burst with her tights eventually separating at the knees.  As she grew past the nine foot mark the lower part of her tights shredded into cotton fibers as her feet finally tore through their prisons and her wonderful bare feet now grew across the cold tile floor.  This caused another series of moans to escape her lips as the sensation sent a shiver through her whole body.  

The skirt’s rips traveled up her thighs until with one final tearing sound reached the tears that formed at her waist and the whole thing blew into pieces and fell away.  As she stood their ten feet tall dressed only in her tight camisole and upper tights and thong a tear formed in her eye. As the tear traveled down her cheek a tear formed at the front of the camisole and traveled down in-between her breasts.  The two large for measurement fleshy orbs pushed on the camisole as the light pink flesh of her tits poked through slightly.  The back of the camisole tore along the top at first too, and traveled down.  The straps dug in further as the skin under them reddened.  This pressure on her breasts and the sliding of her panties caused the only brief moment of pleasure for this woman throughout the ordeal.  At eleven feet she smiled slightly and “oh, uh!’ let out a guttural moan of pleasure.  The pleasure soon became pain again as her panties now pulled and pushed in her in unnatural ways.  

“Snap, snap!” The straps of the camisole flailed about before coming to rest as they tore asunder and freed her shoulders from anymore undo pain.  The camisole itself now looked more like an ill fit corset.  The remains of her tights tore up along her thighs until those tears met the earlier ones and the whole mess burst and fluttered away.  Her red panties groaned and stretched as the sides showed off small rips all around them.  “Snap” the panties tore in front of her vagina and the waist snapped as the red underwear slid down her leg to join the rags on the floor.  

At twelve feet and still growing Monica tried in vein to cover up her bottom area, but with the growth still going it made it difficult.  “Shrip, rip!” the camisole tore and ripped and yawned itself open to reveal two enormous breast with all their supple beauty come poke into view.  The back tore and soon the last of her former business attire was gone and there stood the thirteen foot tall naked giantess.

Freed from the confines of clothes the young attorney’s growth now carried on unimpeded.  Fourteen, then fifteen feet she shot up and up growing taller by the second.  She felt slightly woozy from the growth process, but that didn’t slow it down any.  The only time the growth started to slow was when she hit the twenty foot mark.  Then the process started to calm down until in the end the world now had its biggest attorney at the thirty one foot Monica crouched down, grabbed her knees and cried.  

The young murderous juror continued to slowly shrink back down to normal Mrs. Kimble, still every inch the scornful giantess of a woman, approached her dwindling victim with a gleam of vengeance in her eye and bloodlust in her heart.   The long arm reached out to the increasingly panicked juror and grabbed her by her long black hair.  The widowed giantess picked her up by her mangy locks and spun her around the top of her head, until she was satisfied she was dizzy and in pain.  Then the anger filled Mrs. Kimble threw the juror across four city blocks where she crashed through the south wall of the formerly proud standing courthouse where her ordeal began.  She was surprised that the impact didn’t kill her, because something soft and warm broke her fall.  As she finished shrinking back to normal she gazed upon two enormous breasts and looked up to see a giant woman’s head sobbing.  She quickly realized it was her tormenters defense attorney, though she was now much bigger and in the nude.  

“Oh great, you too.” She said to her benefactor whose life she now owed to her cleavage.  Before Monica had a chance to respond the walls around her began to tremble and as the dust rose so did she to her full thirty foot height, with her new bosom buddy.  Just then an irate Mrs. Kimble crashed through the brick and mortar wall to find her target grasping tenaciously at her defense attorney’s breast.  “Give her to me Monica!” Her voice boomed with authority.  Monica took a moment to get a grip on her current predicament before responding, “Now Mrs. Kimble, Anne, don’t due anything rash you may regret later.”  

“Look at me, at us, everything about us is regrettable right now.”  Anne responded.  “Now let me finish what I started.”  

“No.” was Monica’s reply.  “You are better than this, better than her, and I won’t let you do this.”  

“If your not with me, your with her than, against me.”  Anne said back at her former attorney.

“Don’t make me fight you.” Monica said, but before she could try to reason with her giant client again Anne already lunged at her and thru the first punch.  Monica took it upside her head and responded in kind with a right hook.  Anne took the hook and thru a left uppercut that sent Monica through the wall behind her.  As Monica regained her composure she witnessed the court house collapse around Anne Kimble as with three walls destroyed it could stand no longer.  

Anne wiped the dust from her naked body and charged towards Monica.  Monica quickly picked up a tractor-trailer parked by her foot and swung it at her client.  The jolt thru her back and onto her side with a crash so mighty that building within a three block radius shook.  The juror clung and wobbled to her savior’s right tit as she swung about like a monkey on a branch.  

“Thank you for this.” Monica heard from a tiny feminine voice and looked down to see the small nude woman on her tit.  Monica picked her up in her hand and placed her on top a nearby building so she could face her eye to eye.  “I’m not through with you bitch.” She replied and brought her hand up to the juror’s level.  She then flicked her with her thumb and forefinger across the roof and into a nearby wall where she hit and landed with a thud out cold.  

“BAM!” Something big hit Monica from behind.  She turned to see Anne with blood dripping from her mouth smiling with fists at the ready.  The two giant women now engaged in a fist fight the likes of which the world had never seen.  Some people watched in awe while others ran scared.  Tow people were watching all of this unfold with a particular interest below.  A young journalist and him, who had no idea that the woman with the digital recorder next to him would soon join the ranks of the giants.  

A left, then a right, oh man what a fight I was seeing.  The two women locked in a battle of might and of wills over the fate of some one neither one really knew.  As the battle wore on blood rained down like rain drops and mixed with their sweat as time passed by to soak the ground around the titans.  It was now just I and this cute Latin reporter woman as all other bystanders now fled in fear for their safety.  These two juggernauts were after all destroying their surrounding environment.  Cars lay overturned in the streets, buildings had their sides crushed and gouged out, and the street filled with giant foot shaped pot holes.  I knew the battle wouldn’t last much longer though.  These women were burning through formula fast.  I just waited to see if Mrs. Kimble could beat Monica and enact her revenge on the juror on the roof top before she shrank back down to normal.    

While I was being caught up in the moment I failed to notice the lovely young woman at my side who facial expression was going from one of confidence to one of pain and confusion.  Her eyes became wide and her lips opened to draw in  a large breathe which she quickly released with a gasp and as I turned to look upon her the first thing I saw was her hand, trembling as it squeezed her little digital recorder in her hand.  The recorder was somehow smaller in her hand and looked as if its plastic casing was being crushed by her grip.  As she turned her head slightly and our eyes met the expression on her was one of puzzlement.  I believe she was about to ask me something when through all the confusion going on both of our attentions were drawn downward to her feet by an audible stretching sound, one by now I was very familiar with.  Both our eyes slowly traveled down her shuddering frame.  I noticed her black jacket was no longer closed and could see its red interior lining as her bust and arms pushed on it from within.  Her skirt at knee length hugged her hips like her nude hose hugged a woman’s legs.  Her feet looked normal, but from the look on her face I knew they had to be snugger than anything she was used too.  I wanted to do something to relieve her pain and alleviate her confusion but I knew all too well that the only thing to do that now would be her clothes eventual destruction to relieve the pressure itself.  I thought back and realized there must have still been some formula left somewhere in the courthouse and in all the confusion it found its way into this woman’s system.  

Maria’s attention no longer focused on the story she was reporting but instead now focused on herself and the changes she felt her body going through.  The nylon material of her nude panty hose felt very ill fit as they shifted about to maintain their integrity on her enlarging legs.  Her shoes squeezed unmercifully on her poor feet, the leather groaning in protest to her foot’s new demands for space.  Her cotton black skirt began to climb up her legs to reveal her rounded knees in their sheer prison.  The black jacket that was barley at waist level before began to climb up the small of her back.  Her sheer black blouse like her hose was made of a more flexible material and though able to conform to her body’s changes it was able to show the brasserie underneath having a little bit more trouble maintaining shape.  

I was trying not to get too excited about this new giantess as I had already created two more than I originally wanted to by accident already, but there are some things in life one cannot control and I found my friend inside my pants was already awakening and stirring about because of this new prospect.  I wanted to offer some form of solace to this woman beside me, but at the same time didn’t want to give myself away as I knew already that there were probably some people out there looking for me.  My attention to this new woman was taken away by the fight in front of me I completely spaced on with this new revelation.  I tilted my head upwards to find Mrs. Kimble was losing the fight now, as well as her height.  The formula had run its course and she was now shrinking back to normal.   Her hair seemed to recede and her feet about fifteen feet in front of me shrank from their size 20 something’s to their former shapes and forms.  As she shrank I saw her attorney the giantess Monica give her a look as if to say everything would be all right from this point on.  Her breasts seemed to deflate and her ass pushed in as she continued her descent.  After a minute she was down to her pre-growth height and feeling a little guilty I forget for a moment of this new growth and ran to place my coat around her naked quivering body.  

“Who are you?” She asked and I simply replied, “A friend and a fan.”  And as she stared at me with a puzzled look I ushered her into a nearby diner and told the waitress there to take care of her as I handed her a fifty and told her to let her have whatever she needed, plus maybe an extra apron to cover up.  As I emerged I gazed up to see Monica walk off with a wry smile upon her face, probably off to find someplace a little bit more private to shrink back to her normal self.  I tried to locate the growing reporter but she seemed to have moved away someplace.  Approaching sirens in the distance caught my ear and so I decided to make another getaway and slipped into the shadows of a nearby ally.  

As I made my way through the darkened ally I stumbled upon the sounds of a woman grunting and groaning not to far off in the distance.  I followed them until I came across the woman from before leaning against the brick wall of some nameless building still clutching her digital recorder.  When she noticed me she held up her hand to warn me to stay away as she didn’t want to hurt me. I could see as she held out her arm her jacket was already half way up her forearm.  I figured that after all she had witnessed she had a good idea as to what was about to happen to her.  I told her not to worry I was a doctor; well sort of one, and that I could help, but really thought I could at least watch.  As I moved near her I could spot her press name identification and saw her name was Maria.  

“Maria, did you happen to drink any water you found lying about today?”  To which she nodded an affirmative.  “How much did you drink?” To which she held her hand out for me and spread her expanding fingers to show me just a tad.  I could see her dark red nail polish already cracking and peeling due to her elongating finger nails.  I quickly did some math in my head and came to the conclusion that she didn’t drink enough to grow too large, but she would still probably end up naked.  The bright side of which was that the formula in her would only last a few minutes and so she could return to normal in no time.  I didn’t want to tell her this because being a reporter she would have questions I didn’t want to answer, so I just approached a little closer to keep an eye on her.

“Ugh.” She let out of her swelling lips as it probably felt as if her whole body was on fire at this point as her cells struggled to comply with their strange new orders they were being sent to multiply at an unheard of rate.  I looked down to her black heeled shoes and noticed they had that nylon material between the tongues of her shoe and the back portion on the sides to allow for comfort and easy foot movement.  I watched it as the nylon material started to push outwards and increase the gap between both parts of her footwear.  As this swelling out occurred her feet were putting tremendous pressure on both ends of the shoe.  I could hear the groans of protest from the shoe and see the formation of the five bumps as her toes now pushed hard into the fronts of the rounded leather.  One large bump formed in the back as the heel of her foot forced its way back also demanding more room to grow.  Her skirt continued to climb up her beautifully curved thighs past her knees and started to get caught on her mid thigh region showing of more of her tan nylon encased legs.  “Oh my.” She let out as I witnessed her sheer black blouse un-tuck itself from her skirt to reveal a smooth and slender tan abdominal area and pierced belly button.  Her jacket now was at her mid back and very form fitting to the point I could make out the bumps in her spine, as its sleeves now pulled up to her elbows.  None of her clothing would last much longer at this rate of growth.

Maria looked down in dismay with a pained expression on her face and sweat dripping from her brow.  Her black dress suit was really feeling binding on her and at this point would have done anything to relieve the pressure, especially that around her poor defenseless tan feet.  She new that this stranger was with her in the ally and felt a moment of shame just standing there in front of this male stranger, whimpering like a school girl.  She went to bring her arms to her side and stand in a more dignified position when “shrip” a small and quite noise broke through all the other noises in the ally.  Maria tried to turn her head to see where this sound arose from, but the moment she turned it “shrip” another ripping sound came from some point behind her.  As she brought her head around for another look see “rip” another tearing sound alerted her to another seam failing somewhere behind her.  When she finally gave up looking and brought her head completely around to her front the loudest tearing sound of all went off.  

I could tell she was a bit confused by all the ripping sounds going off around her, but for me it was clear to see her jacket tore open down the garments center.  As a gust of wind came through the ally we were in the two pieces her jacket were no in flapped open to show her back, the red lining of the jacket flailing about her sheer black top as it stretched tighter around her chest region.  She looked at me and the confusion about her vanished as with that breeze she knew all too well what just happened behind her.  The problem was for her that this was just the beginning.  

Maria brought her hands up to mid chest and balled them up into two tight fists, and “snap, pop!” the sheer material of her long sleeve blouse started to tear open and up its seams along her wrists, then continued to tear up to her elbows where she could feel the material rip further inside her jacket.  “Crush!” exploding plastic sounds echoed in the ally and as she opened her right hand found her digital recorder was crushed in it by her growing strength.  She was curios now to see just what affect this growth was having on her body and decided to flex a little to find out.  

First she went to show her bicep and “rip” her jacket tore open along the top of her upper arm, and as she relaxed the muscle “shrip” her sleeve separated from her shoulder.  She tried the same with the other arm and was met with similar results.  Maria next wanted to see how her legs were doing so she went down and squatted slightly, which proved to be too much for her skirt which was already trapped at her mid-thighs.  The two seams that closed the sides tore asunder and as she went down a little further, the slit designed in the back to allow easy leg movement tore up a little higher than it was designed to and a new rip traveled halfway up her tearing skirt to just below her buttocks.    As she stood back up to her full height her calves tickled slightly and she felt a little bit of the chilly air along the backs of them.  Once at her newly acquired height she noticed a popping sound and turned to see the button on the back of her skirt lying on the ground behind her.  Maria looked about for the man with her in the ally was now at least six inches below her line of sight.  A wave of nausea swept through her and as she grasped at her stomach, and the remains of her jacket tore away completely and the red lining shimmered in the ally light as it fluttered to the dingy ground below.  

I watched Maria as she moved her arms to her midsection and then was surprised by the sounds of her tearing sleeves on her sheer blouse.  I must admit I thought that her blouse would have put up more of a fight.  “Crack, boom!” A loud unfamiliar noise made me jump a little and at first shocked me as I try to reason what that noise was, but as I followed the path of her sight I found it to be her little digital device.  Apparently her added strength caused it to shatter in her grip.  What she did next though surprised me a little.  Where as the other women tried to save their clothes, she decided to test them on how well they were holding up.  “Shrip, rip!” I looked over to find she flexed her arms and hastened the destruction of her jacket.  “Rip, pop, shrip!” She started to crouch down and as I followed her motion the sounds of tearing fabric caught my ears.  I glanced a peak at her smooth thighs as they tore her black skirt open along the seams and exposed her nylon imprisoned legs to me.  As she rose back up I could tell already she was at least six or more inches taller than I was and she was still growing.  As she did rise the tears in her skirt grew too and traveled almost the entire length of her thighs.  Once standing to her new full height a loud pop caught my attention and I quickly maneuvered myself to catch the button on the back of her skirt in mid flight thru the air until it hit the ground.  As my eyes traveled up her luscious tan thighs I could see the beginnings of runs forming along her nylons right in the center of the back of her calves where sometimes you find a seam.  

Maria rose upright and with a shudder she moaned out loud “Oh my feet hurt, shoes so tight.”  And after that picked up her right leg and stomped it on the ground angrily.  As she brought it up again “shrip” the run on her thighs expanded and traveled up along her thigh and then below into her too tight shoes.  As the shoe came down she gasped as and her ears picked up a leathery tearing sound.  “Crack, split!” the front of her right shoe burst open upon impact.  She felt the black leather seams split and rupture open and her nylon clad foot pushes its way out into the open.  “Pop” and the nylon material in the center of the same shoe tore in the center to let her expanding ankle have some room.  While staring at this she pushed some of her elongating black hair out of her eyes just in time to witness her left shoes front burst open.  The splits in both shoes went back along their leather stitches towards the back where the heels now burst into freedom and the runs on the backs of her nylons were now fully visible.  She let out a sigh of relief as her foot room expanded, but soon was pained again as the tops of the shoes clamped down on her.  As her feet continued to grow she watched as her hose’s runs traveled to the fronts f her feet along the tops of them and just as those leather tops finally burst her nylons ruptured and left her bare foot on top of cracking heels.  The heels themselves soon ground flat due to her increasing weight.  

I watched the young woman grow before me, and felt a bit of sympathy as she paled and doubled over slightly.  Apparently my formula was upsetting her stomach.  She muttered something in a moan, but I was too distracted by her legs as their smooth tan flesh of hers rose and stomped on her right shoe.  The pain of her foot growth must have been a little too much to bear on her poor small feet.  As the foot came down a second time I watched with growing anticipation one of my favorite things happen.  “Crack” the front of her shoe snapped violently open.  Before I could feel the tension build up inside myself again the other shoe burst.  Then I watched eagerly as her feet expanded and her toes wiggled inside their nylon prison as they out grew the fronts of her footwear.  “Crack” the backs now burst and as I watched the heals grow out I could also make out the runs in her nude pantyhose expanding into tears around her feet and calves, and sure enough the flimsy material soon ruptured completely.  Her heels were baring a lot of weight now and the cracks in them would soon reach the breaking point and with a crash shoe plopped down onto her ruined footwear as her feet now grew atop the leather mess.  

Maria arose as she felt and heard the zipper on her skirt’s back slowly unzip itself down to reveal her black lace panties.  This made her feel a little self-conscious and instinctively she brought her arms behind her to cover up.  This action had two unfortunate side effects.  First the motion caused the shoulder seams on her blouse to separate and then the flexing motion of her arms caused the sleeves to tear and shred until there was nothing left of them.  The other side effect was on her black satin bra.  With her arms behind her it pushed her breasts foreword and up, and the pressure on her bra cups was too much for them to bear.  The fancy stitching on the cups burst and her tits now jutted out fully erect in this cool ally.    

My foot observations were soon lured away by the sound of something slowly unzipping.  As I was craning my neck to see behind her she quickly brought her arms to her behind to cover up.  This allowed me for the first time to see how big her breasts had grown.  Those tan fleshy mounds jiggled and throbbed as they pushed outward and stretched her already mesh top’s front even clearer to the point where I could make out the intricate lace work and designs sown in the fronts as they were now being pushed foreword with incredible force.  Then I watched with my mouth a gap as the stitching started to snap and bend to fit her expanding cleavage.  Then the greatest reward of all arrived as her tits poked through, slowly at first, then their pink might forced the cups to rupture all the way and as they pushed onward the rest of those fleshy mounds followed, and soon their tan flesh was pushed hard against the front of an all too see through blouse.  

Maria felt the cool air on her erect nipples, and this turned her on a little so she parted her lips slightly to let an “ooh” out, but the pleasure full moan was interrupted by two sounds like those of a coin dropping.  Maria felt her ears were somehow lighter and upon bringing her hands up for inspection sure enough felt her gold bud earrings were gone.

I watched two golden trinkets fall from the now eight foot giantess fall away and as she brought her hands to examine the area the lifting caused a tear to form in the front of her blouse.  Two tears actually.  One at the bottom that started just above midriff where her blouse now came two, and the other right in between her growing breast, “shrip” the tearing noise sounded as the rips met each other at her blouses midpoint.  As she tried to grab what flimsy material she could the motion caused ripping sounds to reverberate throughout the ally and soon she was without said blouse.  

Maria wanted to examine her ears for her prize golden orbs, but forget the lessons from trying to cover her ass.  All her arm movements caused ripping and tearing sounds to emanate from her blouse and with each attempt she tried to conceal herself, another seam failed and soon she was left in a tightening black satin bra.  

Maria’s legs tickled her so and as she wiggled her hips to alleviate the pleasurable tickles they just increased instead.  Tearing sounds multiplied upon each other and soon she felt very self-conscious standing with just a pair of shrinking panties and a straining bra on.  

I witnessed her blouses destruction.  Then I heard faint, but steadily increasing in volume ripping sounds.  This woman then started to gyrate and I wondered what was going on “shrip, rip’ pop” I followed the sounds down to her nylons.  The runs in them were not only expanding, but multiplying as her nude pantyhose disintegrated into a fine nylon mesh that just fluttered away in the wind down the ally.  The motion also hastened the tears growing in her skirt and that too slid down her growing tan thighs to puddle on the ground.

Maria tried to pick her underwear out of her ass crack, but instead with her increased strength and the pressure being put on them tore the silky material.  Now all she had was their elastic band wrapped around her waist.  Her bra straps were digging into her and causing her some major discomfort.  She figured since every time she moved something burst, she would alleviate the pain by shrugging.  It worked too well.  She heard not one, but three snaps.  She watched one strap fly off, then turned to see the other fly off, and then heard an odd creaking sound and before she knew what that was she watched her bra float to the ground.  “Snap” she heard the material that was left around her waist snap off and as her growth slowed she looked ahead to see she was nearing the tops of the three story buildings she was hiding between and decided to crouch down.  “Kindly get your ass out of my face!” a voice yelled and this startled her and her one foot slid out from beneath her, through the ally and slammed into a parked car flipping it over.  Maria blushed and quickly brought her leg in.  

As I was watching I could see how red her rising shoulders were getting due to her tightening bra and found it somewhat amusing how she tried shrugging to alleviate this.  I also saw that this not only snapped the straps, but also caused the clasp in the back to spring apart and release her two enormously feminine tan breasts to the world.  Now I’m standing there trying to gauge her height when the next thing I know is that I see this beautifully round tan ass coming right at me.  I shouted out “Stop, and kindly get your ass out of my face.” And as it was just about close enough for me to pucker up and kiss it, there was a sudden crashing and exploding sound so I took this as a good time to get the hell out of the area.  I pulled out a piece of paper jotted a note on it and took off.  

As her growth slowed Maria stood fully erect and looked into one of the windows on the building in front of her.  She spotted a man in a suit drinking a cup of coffee in a white mug.  As he nonchalantly spun around, he paused, then dropped the mug and as it shattered Maria watched the cup shatter on the floor spilling coffee all over the gentleman.  “Sorry” Maria said and then took a step back feeling a little woozy.  She leaned against the building behind her for support and felt the cold stone slide along her backside.  She knew by her decreasing perspective she was returning to normal, or at least that’s what she hoped.  

Soon enough Maria was back to her normal height.  Shivering in the cold ally she looked around for a minute then came upon a black rain coat.  Being there naked she went for it and put it on pulling it around her shivering naked body for warmth, not to mention to hide the fact she was naked.  She made her way out of the ally and paused for a brief moment and among a large crowd watched police and firemen flood the are along with news vans trying to get a story on all this chaos around the downtown area.  She just smiled to herself and turned to walk away.  She felt the cold of the side walk on her feet and placed her hands in her pocket for added warmth.  In it she found a crinkled up piece of paper and as she pulled it out she read what it said.  “Sorry, M.”

The next day on a plane up in the air a man sat in his blue jeans, black shirt, and sport coat reading that days evening edition.  The headlines read “Thirty-Foot Giantess War Destroys Nine City Blocks And Historic Court House” and smiled to himself as he read on to the city page where “Former Giantess / Murderous Home Wrecker Gets Thirty Years,”    but the one he found the most amusing was on the Lifetimes section cover by a young reporter named Maria Kana titled “What It Might Be Like To Grow.”  His reading was interrupted by the flight attendant.  “May I put your briefcase above for you sir?” “No thank you.”  He responded “The contents are fragile.” While folding up the newspaper.  “I see you’re reading about what happened downtown yesterday.”  “Why yes I was miss, say, what do you make of all this.”  “Well to be frank,” she says while blushing a little, “I wouldn’t mind going through a little growth spurt myself.  Sometimes the men on these flights can be real jerks.”  “You don’t say.” He said while also checking her out casually.  She blushed a tiny bit and asked, “Is there anything I can do for you now sir?” To which he responded coyly, “No, but maybe I could help you once we land.” And with that resumed reading the paper as the attendant walked away with a puzzled look on her face, he just made himself comfortable and chuckled to himself in a low tone as the plane roared away into the night sky.