It is late at night when Aurora Buroli turns off the main road and starts to slowly drive up the gravel driveway in her Ford F-150.  She can see the rain in the headlights as her windshield wipers are helping to maintain her visibility. As she parks in front of her double wide manufactured home, she looks over at the small box that is, secured in the passenger seat, smiling as she is quite glad to have finally procured the contents.

    The 5’2, heavily freckled red head grabs the box as she exits her vehicle. Her size 6 ½ black flats hitting the wet grass as she closes the car door behind her. As Aurora takes a couple of steps away from her vehicle, she steps in a puddle, soaking her shoes. She was glad that she decided not to wear any socks today, or those would have been soaked as well. As she is making her way up steps of her front porch, she reaches into the front pocket of her blue jeans, reaching for her house keys. She sighs out of exasperation as she tries to fit her finger through one of the key rings so she can pull the out. The rain continues to fall, soaking her long, curly red hair that falls just past her rounded ass. Her blue t-shirt is completely soaked, allowing her DD cup bra to be seen through the material. As she finally pulls her keys out, her wipes her square framed glasses, which helps to compliment her rounded face quite nicely.

    Aurora unlocks, and opens her front door as she steps into her mud room. She starts to make her way over to the sink, so she can try to eliminate all the water that is in her hair. She starts to wring out her hair, allowing all the excess water to flow down the drain, she can feel her hair getting lighter as she continues to wring out all the water. As she finishes with her hair, she lifts up her left foot so that she can start to remove her flats. Before she pops her heel off, she stops to think for a moment. True, she absolutely loves being barefoot, but she has been wearing these shoes all day long, without any socks. Not to mention they are now absolutely soaked, which means her feet would absolutely smell at this point. She decides to leave her shoes on, for the moment, until she can wash her feet. She can’t wait to look at the contents of what she has obtained today.

    She quickly walks over to the spare room, unable to contain her excitement. She opens up the door and walks in, setting the box down on one of the tables. The entire room is filled with common science equipment, with a couple of white boards along the back wall covered in notes and formulas. She removes her soaked t-shirt, exposing her slightly pudgy figure, as she reaches for a black, button blouse that she left laying around. 

    As she finishes buttoning up her shirt, she grabs the battery off the table, which has been charging all day, as she makes her way to the camcorder that she, which she always leaves set up in the middle of the room. No sooner does she replace the battery, she turns on the camcorder and double checks that is in focus.

    As she places two hair clips in her hair, one directly beneath the other in an effort to keep her own hair out of the way, she begins to talk to the camera with her thick, southern accent.

    “This is Aurora Buroli, recording the results for batch number eighty-five of Produce Growth Serum, or PGS-88 for short. PGS is a chemical compound I have been working on, for the past six months, which I have designed to not only accelerate the growth of both fruits and vegetables, but to also yield larger and more plentiful crops. Just to recap earlier results; batches one thru fifty-five yielded no results whatsoever. Batch number fifty-six, did however, yield some progress. I was able to watch a tomato plant sprout from a seed in a matter of seconds, until the seedling died of malnutrition. ” She adjusts her glasses as she continues, “Batches fifty-seven thru seventy all ended with the same results, each plant only lasting slightly longer than the last. However, batch seventy-one was corrected of that problem, as I watched a tomato plant grow from seed to full grown plant in a matter of minutes.” Sharron is now fiddling with her hands, anxious to get to her latest batch as she continues. “But, the batch was still imperfect as the tomatoes began to burst as they were unable to endure the rapid growth. Batch seventy-one was also tested on different fruit and vegetable seeds, in an effort to see if it was just the tomato plant, but each one succumbed the same fate. Batches seventy-two thru eighty-four all yielded the exact same problem.”

    “But,” Aurora says with a hint of excitement as she finally opens up her box, “I now have the missing component that will stabilize PGS, making PGS-85 the last batch I will need to test.” She pulls out a small vial, which contains a green translucent liquid, and holds it up to the camera. “Using my entire life savings, I was finally able to procure the experimental GG-00.” She rushes over to her work space and sets it up, as she continues to speak. “Using what I have left of PGS-84, I will add a minuet amount of GG-00, to create PGS-85.” She then proceeds to open up the window to allow for proper ventilation. “Once I perfect this batch, I can quit my dead-end job, and open up my own produce stand as my primary income. Right now, I do own 10 acres of land that was willed to me by my grandparents, but a lot of it needs to be cleared of debris and worked; which I lack the resources to do. So PGS will provide me the means to grow a sustainable amount of produce in a relatively small area.” 

    As Aurora starts to slowly pour GG-00, into her current batch, she immediately notices the chemical reaction as it bubbles slowly. The first thing she notices it that the chemical compound smells like cherries. As she continues to pour carefully, her nose starts to itch as she feels a sneeze coming on. Before she can hold her nose to prevent it, she sneezes, dropping the container of the experimental chemical, open end first, into her current batch. As the entire contents start to pour out, PGS-85 starts to bubbly vigorously. “No, no, no,” she says frantically as she grabs the small, empty vial. The beaker begins to overflow as gas begins to fill the room. Aurora starts to cough as the cherry scented fumes are starting to fill her lungs. It doesn’t take long for PGS-85 to erupt from the beaker, the chemical compound scattering throughout the room, and some going out the window.

    As the fumes clear the room, Aurora looks to see her latest batch around her work areas and some on her clothes. She sighs, disappointed in her misfortune. As she turns to face the camera, she says in a heavy tone, “Well, I have no choice but to count PGS-85 as an incomplete test for now.” As she is looking around the room she continues, “All I can do now is gather up what remains I can and do some tests on it to try and see what I can learn from batch eighty-five.” As she grabs the beaker, she begins to feel an odd sensation course throughout her body. “Ok, personal note, I am currently hoping that the fumes I breathed in earlier are not toxic, as I feel this strange sensation,” she pauses for a moment as she tries to get a sense on how it feels. “If I had to describe what I am currently feeling, which I am going to try, I feel as though my entire body is being stretched. It is not painful, thank goodness, it just feels… odd.” As she is trying to gather up what she can, she begins to notice her fingers slowly sliding around the edges of the beaker. “How odd,” she says as she stares for a bit. As she is staring, she fails to notice the slight change in her perspective as she is slowly growing taller. Her pant legs are beginning to reveal her ankles as her legs start to lengthen. Her toes are already starting to press themselves up against the fronts of her flats, as her toe cleavage is starting to become visible.

    Aurora is completely oblivious to the fact that her clothes are slowly shifting across her skin as her body is slowly expanding. Her hazel eyes are glued to her fingers, as she is trying to figure out what it is that she is seeing. Her focus is soon shifted when she feels a sharp pain on her nose, as the bridge of her glasses is now starting to pinch her. She quickly reaches up to grab the ear piece, so she can remove them when she notices something is off. The ear piece, itself, is not as far back as it should be, not only that, but she can actually feel it sliding further along her ear. Before she can ponder on this new development, she shouts out in pain as she feels her hair being pulled. Luckily her pain doesn’t last long as she hears two independent snaps as her pain subsides, her hair clips have broken causing her hair to fall freely once again. As she hears a third snap, her glasses fall to the floor as they actually break in half. “What the hell is going on?” she says as she squints her eyes, trying to see the floor clearly due to her nearsightedness. As she bends down to pick up her glasses, she notices the remains of her hair clips. She picks up all the pieces, and stares at them, puzzled at to why they actually broke in the first place. “What the?” is all she can mutter as she is examining the pieces. Her shirt continues to rise slowly, exposing her slightly chubby belly, which is starting to bulge over the waistband of her pants, as her hips continue to widen.

    As Aurora is holding her broken glasses up to her face, a new distraction grabs her attention, her feet now feel cramped in her flats. She quickly sits down in an office chair as she lifts up her right foot. She can faintly make out the smell of her feet, but she ignores that as she is looking at her shoe.  As she pulls her foot closer, she can clearly make out five indentations in the front of her shoe, as it continues to feel as though it is getting tighter.  Her toe cleavage is becoming more prominent as the material of her shoe is stretching to accommodate her expanding foot. Sliding her fingers into the back of her shoe, with some difficulty, she pops her shoe off, freeing her foot from its confines. Immediately, she is hit with the smell of her foot, which smells like a combination of corn chips and old cheese. “Note to self, I really should learn to wear socks on long days.” She starts to examine her shoe, trying to figure out why it was so uncomfortable, when she picks up on an odd detail. Her shoe actually looks like it is too small for her foot. Before she can even try to use her barefoot to pop off her left shoe, she hears a tearing sound below, followed by a relief from pressure.  A quick look down reveals that  her toes have torn through the front of her other shoe and are now protruding by almost half an inch. Her mouth drops in disbelief as she can actually see her toes slowly inching further outward. As she is watching, she now begins to notice the full state of her clothes. Her ankles are now fully exposed, she can actually feel the waistband of her jeans getting tighter along with her bra. The material of her shirt, shifting across her bare skin as it is trying to conform to her changes. Everything is starting to add up. She slowly stands up as she looks directly at the camera. “The sensation of being stretched, my tight clothing. It seems as though I am actually growing at a relatively rapid rate.”

    A smile begins to form on Aurora’s face as she realizes what her current condition means. “Which means, PGS-85 is, in fact, actually a success.” The button on her jeans pop off as her hips have put too much strain on it. “Only it is affecting me with the results that I want for my plants.” She pauses for a moment before she continues, “This is actually very odd, in the sense that I can actually feel my clothes getting tighter by the second.” Her attention is grabbed by the sound of her remaining shoe tearing even more as the sides start to tear as well. “That shoe isn’t going to last much longer. Already my toes are protruding out of my one shoe by about,” she squints her eyes as she tries to focus her vision, “I would like to say three quarters of an inch from my size 6 ½ shoe, which is nine inches long. My current height looks to be about,” she looks around, noticing that she is already an inch taller than one of the shelves on her wall, “5’7”, and my height is still increasing by the second.” 

    The buttons on Aurora’s blouse are starting to strain as gaps are starting to form between each button, the back being pulled taught by her widening shoulders. The bottoms of her jeans are halfway up her calves as they are now hugging her legs. The seams along her thighs are starting to give. The top of her remaining shoe splits open, freeing her foot from her now completely shoe. Aurora lets out a surprised gasp as the top button of her blouse pops off, which is quickly followed be the second one, exposing her cleavage.  Her breasts are pushing forward as they are outgrowing their garment, flesh bulging as her bra is becoming smaller. Aurora looks downward as she hears more tearing, her jeans tearing along her thighs as they are becoming too small for her ever increasing body.

    “Doesn’t look like my clothes are going to able to take much more of this,” Aurora says as she begins to hear the back of her shirt tear. She looks upward to see that she is only two feet away from her eight foot high drop ceiling, and the distance is still closing fast. “I never though I would say this but,” a couple more buttons pop off her blouse fully exposing her breasts in her undersized bra, her breasts bulging out of her undersized cups, “but I need to find a way to stop the effects of PGS-85,” her sleeves start to tear as her arms are growing too large, “before I get too big.” As she makes her way over to her white board, she hears the back of her jeans split open, revealing her pink boy shorts. As she reaches for her dry erase marker, the back of her shirt tears even more as the seams of her sleeves rip apart. Her body is already pushing 6’6”, and her growth is showing no signs of slowing anytime soon.

    “Okay,” Aurora says as the last button on her blouse pops off. She bends over a bit to keep the board in her field if vision, her pants tearing even more as they are barely ganging on.  “These clothes,” she says as she fidgets a bit, ”Writing is already difficult with this marker constantly shrinking in my hand, and my clothes aren’t helping any.” As soon as Aurora finishes her sentence, her blouse and jeans fall to the floor as they each reach their threshold. “That is a bit better,” her underwear is, riding up her ass cheeks as her bra is still getting tighter. The clasps break, freeing her breasts as the straps snap apart. She finds her self having to bend down lower and lower as her body continues to grow, her long hair touching the floor. When her back starts to hurt her, she finally kneels down, her nose crinkling as she can smell her feet one again.  As she kneels down, her underwear completely rides up her ass, giving her a wedgie.

    As Aurora takes a moment to look at her notes, she notices that her writing is becoming larger as she continues to feel the marker shrinking in her growing hand. She can feel her shins sliding on the carpet as her legs continue to lengthen. Finally the waistband in her underwear give, snapping free as they remain hanging from her ass. As she tries to go back to writing, she feels her left foot bump into something. She turns to see her camera is being knocked over. She quickly picks it up and places it on the table. “Can’t lose my documentation.” As she looks over at the board, she notices that the top is level with her head again. “Oh God, I must be nearing twelve feet tall now.” She is now starting to worry, no woman has ever been this tall and remained healthy before, “At least I know that PGS-85’s abilities to help with stability and to prevent malnutrion are keeping me healthy.” As she turns back to the board, the marker snaps in her hand, she looks at the pieces with a look of horror. “I am so screwed. If I can’t write out the formula, I won’t be able tofigure out an antidote.”

    Aurora feels something bump her head, as she looks up, she notices that the drop ceiling is right at her face, and she can see it getting closer. Her rational thoughts are starting to turn to panic, she wraps her arms around herself trying to keep calm. At this point she fails to notice her head is pushing up one of the ceiling panels, before her head actually starts to push up on the frame itself. All she can do us to curl up in a fetal position as her expanding body continues to fill the room. 

    Aurora looks at the door, seeing that it is now too small for her to squeeze through. She can feel her feet pushing against the table as her head bumps into the opposite wall, she can actually feel the room shrinking all around her, and she is becoming more confined by the second. She starts to hear the walls creaking as she is starting to push against them. Soon she feels the drywall giving way to her expanding soles as her toes are the first to push through, her head soon follows as she is starting to outgrow the room. She can feel her shoulder and arm  pushing up against the ceiling as her body is widening, pushing the tiles upwards as she continues to run out of space.

    Aurora has no choice, in a effort to minimize collateral damage, she starts to stand up, crashing through the ceiling with her sheer size. She can feel the rain pouring down on her as she is standing up, as she is gaining a full sense of how big she us actually getting. She looks over to an old redwood, which is about fifty feet tall and she is approaching it’s height. She can feel her feet swelling in the remains of her home, her toes pushing the debris out if the way. She carefully steps out so as to prevent further damage. As she looks back up, she can see her viewpoint passing the top of tree. She wants to scream, but refrains from doing so for the fact of how loud her voice must be at her current size. As the tree is getting smaller, she notices that the stretching sensation is starting to dissipate as her growth is starting to slow.

    As the rain continues to pour, Aurora laughs slightly, feeling relieved that she is no longer growing. She looks down at the redwood, noticing it is several feet lower than the base if her neck. ‘God,” she thinks to herself as she is nervously running her hands through her hair, ‘I must be at least sixty-five feet tall.’ She looks down as she places her left foot next to her car, squinting as she makes out that her foot is actually bigger than it. As she thinks back to how her own experiment did this to her, her eyes widen as she remembers her camcorder.

    Aurora kneels down, her face close to the remains of her home so she can actually see, as she starts to carefully shift through the rubble. She frowns when she actually finds it, crushed completely, probably from when she burst through the roof. She tosses it out of frustration, angry that all of her research is gone. As she swings her arm, she feels something move against her hand. She turns to see that what once was a tree stump and some debris, is now a small crater. She crawls slowly to a small boulder, and out of curiosity she takes one hand and tries to pick it up. She is actually surprised at how light it actually feels to her, no different than a small rock. She surveys the area, the gears turning in her head. She can actually use her new size to her advantage. 

    Aurora looks at all ten acres of land, now seeing, that at her current size, is actually quite manageable. She an easily clear everything, plow the fields with her fingers then plant seeds, and it would probably take her one day. She yawns as the long day starts to take its toll on her. She once again stands at her full height, thinking, ‘I can prepare the land tomorrow.’ She makes her way over to the barn and starts to make room for herself. As soon as she clears enough space for herself, she crawls in and lays down, not caring that her soles are sticking out the barn door. She grabs one of the large tarps and covers up with it like a blanket as she falls fast asleep, her toes curling every so often as she dozes off.

    As Aurora is sleeping soundly, a mosquito flies towards her destroyed home, making it’s way to a small puddle where colorful flowers are now growing. As it lays its eggs in the puddle, the PGS-85 alters all the female eggs, changing the unborn mosquitos as they are developing.