The Ocean's Not So Big

by DarinSatre

 

            “Help!  Help!  There’s a man out there and he’s drowning!”

            The loud screaming of the woman as she pointed out toward the deep ocean caused Samantha to wake up.  What a dream… she thought, blinking. Can’t believe I dream-oh no! She looked out to where the woman was pointing, gasping. Someone’s in trouble!

            It took less than a second for her training to kick in.  Grabbing the floatation device next to her in the lifeguard chair, Samantha was out of the chair in moments and sprinting towards the water, kicking off her sandals as she ran.  As soon as she was in the water, she started to swim.  Her long, powerful arms and legs slid her tan body through the water rapidly, pushing her out to the deep water.

            Thankfully, Samantha was in good shape.  One had to be in good shape to be a lifeguard.  She had more muscle tone than most women, thanks to the training and exercise she went through.  In addition to being a lifeguard, she studied martial arts in the evenings, having made her way to brown belt after several years of training and practice.  Her waist was slim and firm, and her hips and bust were both small and narrow.  The woman was built for strength and power, and she was exerting it all at the moment in order to save a man’s life.

            Once she reached him, Samantha helped the man grab on to the floatation device, then wasted no time swimming back towards shore.  Unfortunately, the man didn’t seem to be helping at all, clinging to the floatation device for dear life.  Samantha kicked harder, pulling the floatation device with one hand, swimming as hard as she could with the other.  It was slow going, but she was making progress.  Everything was going to be okay.

            And then the wave hit.  It was a big one, and when it reached them, Samantha was shoved under the water.  As a trained and experienced lifeguard, this wasn’t a problem for the redhead, and she quickly broke the surface of the water once again, looking around.  The floatation device rode the wave all the way to the beach, but its passenger was no longer on it.  He must have fallen off when the wave hit.  Taking a deep breath, she dived under the water, looking around for any sign of him.

            There.  They were close, so the water wasn’t particularly deep at this point, but it was clear that the man couldn’t swim by the way he was thrashing about.  What on earth was he doing that far out if he can’t swim?! Sam thought as she grabbed the man’s hand, pulling him with her as she broke the water’s surface once again.

            What else could possibly go wrong today? The redhead mused, holding the man by the arm and instructing him to kick as she swam towards shore once again.  At least with her holding on to him she wouldn’t lose him again.

            The ocean is an amazing place.  Scientists consider it the place where life began before it climbed out onto dry land.  It has thousands of different life forms living in the same environment, many very different from each other.  There are surely many forms of life that we have not discovered yet, as well.

            One such life form was swimming near Samantha as she propelled herself through the water.  One of her kicks hit the unfortunate creature, which, while going unnoticed to Sam in her haste, certainly was noticed by the victim.  The creature, similar in appearance to a jellyfish, retaliated the way its instincts demanded – lashing out, it stung Sam on the offending leg before swimming off to recover from the blow.

            “OW!” Sam shouted.  That hurt!  Something stung her, but she couldn’t stop to look at it now.  Just a little further.  Soon enough, she made it back to the shallows, standing and walking up until the wave no longer lapped at her feet, then turning to look at the man she had saved.

            “Sir... are you alright?”

            He nodded, clearly a little overwhelmed by the whole experience.  “Yeah… I’m fine.  Good thing you were here or I would have died.”

            No kidding? Why were you out so far!?  You can’t even swim!  “Sir, what were you doing so far out?  I noticed you don’t have a lot of swimming experience, and it’s dangerous to be out that far.”

            He nodded a little, scratching his head.  “Yeah, I know.  I was just out there… well, pretty far, but I could still stand in it just fine – and I was just enjoying the feel of the waves, and then… I guess an undertow got me or something.”

            “Well, try to be more careful in the future, sir.”   Samantha did her best to keep the annoyance out of her voice, ending the conversation to look down at her leg.

            The leg was a rather nasty purple color at the point where she had been stung, similar to the look of a particularly serious bruise.  It was quite hot to the touch, throbbing and demanding attention.  Extending out from that in all directions, the injury rapidly changed colors, becoming lighter in color and less severe as it grew further away from the epicenter.  She held her hand on it for a few moments, feeling it throb under her touch, before limping her way towards the lifeguard’s hut.

 

            “You what!?”  Daniel was the head lifeguard on the beach, and he was Sam’s boss.  “How could you fall asleep, Sam?  You’re a professional.” He sighed, sitting down behind his desk – well, it wasn’t so much a desk as a table, just so he had somewhere to sit behind, really.  He felt much more dignified when he sat behind something, it made him feel like he was more important.  “Sam… listen to me.  The people on this beach are counting on us to keep them safe.  We can’t be falling asleep in our chairs when we’re supposed to watch over them.”  He rubbed his head a little, looking over at her. “Sam, I like you.  You work hard, when you’re awake.  I should fire you over this, but… you did save him regardless.  And you got hurt, I see… what happened there?” He paused, looking over at her leg, still throbbing angrily.

            “Stung by something.” Sam said, looking down at it.  “Jellyfish, I guess.  I didn’t see it.  It all happened when I was pulling him back to shore.”

            “Well… take the rest of the day off.  Get some rest, come back when your leg feels better.  Last thing I need is for someone else to be in danger because you can’t swim as good.” He nodded.  “This time, I’m willing to overlook it, but… don’t let anything like this happen again, or I won’t be so generous.”

            “Yes sir.” Sam said quietly, nodding her head as she stood.  Her leg complained as she came to her feet, but she ignored it, hobbling out the door and heading toward her car.

 

 

            “Hmph.” Sam crossed her arms, looking at herself in the mirror.  It was two days after the rescue, and she was starting to get anxious.  She wanted to get out and get back to work again – especially after Daniel had made it clear she had to be perfect if she wanted to keep her job.  She liked being a lifeguard.  She loved water, always had ever since she was a little girl.  She was always in the pool whenever she had a chance growing up, and she stuck with that all the way through her life.  She never developed into the ‘feminine’ body that so many girls desired, with the large breasts and wide hips. Not that she was ugly or anything, just not exactly the type of person most guys would swoon over.  Still, she didn’t mind, because her body had been perfect for her job and active lifestyle.

            Which was why it was particularly annoying to be staring at a pair of breasts that were most certainly C-cups.  Sam frowned, poking at one of them. “Where did you come from?” She asked, though she obviously didn’t expect an answer of any sort.  “Aren’t you a little late coming in?” With a sigh, she picked up a bra, frowning a little as she tried to put it on.  “Of course it doesn’t fit.” She said, annoyance in her voice. “Because everything in life has to be difficult, doesn’t it?”

            Sighing, she looked down at herself, frustrated.  The mark from the sting was fading, and it didn’t throb nearly as much as it had just two days earlier.  At least that was a positive, she thought with a nod.  Just a couple of days until she could go back to work.  I could probably go back tomorrow, even. She thought, nodding her head.  I could use the money.  Well, I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.

            Making her way downstairs, Sam couldn’t get the thought out of her head.  Fiddling with her chest absent-mindedly, she sat down in front of the television.  Just a nice, quiet day at home. Tomorrow I’ll go get something for these and everything will be okay.  It’s not really all that bad being like this.  It’ll make swimming a bit more difficult, but I bet I can pick up more guys this way.  And I’m sure my swimming won’t suffer too much.

            Sam smiled a little, nodding her head. “Yeah… this shouldn’t be too bad at all, really.  I’m sure everything will be just fine,” she said to no one in particular.

            Most of the day was fairly uneventful for Sam, after the initial shock in the morning.  She found her new chest to be rather itchy, for whatever reason, and she scratched at it several times, to the point that it was nearly sore from it all.  She also found herself rather hungry – but then, she realized, it probably took quite a bit of energy to grow breasts like that in the space of a few hours, and she had to get it back somehow.  Still, she felt mostly normal, and there weren’t any other surprises like waking up with distinctly larger breasts.  Tired after a long day of lounging about in front of the TV, she headed upstairs, climbing into bed and falling asleep rather quickly.

 

            The next morning, as mornings often do, came far too quickly for Samantha’s taste.  She gave a yawn and a stretch, reaching for the ceiling as she sat up.  “Ugh… I hate morning.” She mumbled, shaking her head to try and clear the sleep from it.

            Samantha climbed out of bed, passing by her full-length bedroom mirror – and then froze.  She had been a pair of C-cups before, but now they were probably Ds, by her guess.  And she was definitely taller.  Only an inch or two.  Anyone who saw her probably wouldn’t notice any difference there, but she certainly did.  After all, she saw herself every day.  Her breasts, however, were another matter.  Almost anyone would notice those, whether they knew her or not!

            Sam sighed, scratching her head a little.  Now she wasn’t sure what to do.  Part of her wanted to go out and shop for new clothes, like she had originally intended to do – and she certainly was in need of some of them now, even more than she was before.  On the other hand, she didn’t know if she was finished with these changes, and spending money on new clothes just to outgrow those in a couple of days as well.  More importantly, though, she knew that something was certainly wrong.  A late growth spurt was one thing (though that would have been weird enough regardless), there was absolutely no reason why she should be growing this fast.  Something was wrong.  Samantha was never one to seek medical attention, but there was something different about this one.  She didn’t have any idea what was happening here, and it was frightening.  Seeing the doctor could offer her an explanation, and hopefully some peace of mind as well.

            With a frown, she flipped through the phone book, looking up the number of her doctor.  After a few minutes, she realized that she no longer knew who her doctor was, so she spent quite a while looking for that.  Finally, a couple of hours later, she was on the phone, listening to the music while she was on hold at the office.

            “Dr. Martin’s office.”

            “Yes, hi.” Sam said, currently sprawled out on her sofa, in one of those positions that never looks comfortable but actually is.  “I need to make an appointment.”

            “Alright then. Your name?”

            “Samantha Dean.” She replied, her finger getting tangled up in the phone cord as she twirled it around a bit.

            “Just a second.” The woman on the other end said, and then it went back to music. 

            Sam sighed, tapping her foot against the end of the sofa, humming along with the song since she had nothing better to do.  Finally, somewhere in the middle of the third song the music abruptly stopped and the woman’s voice came back on the other side. “Ah.  We found it, miss Dean.  Hm… it says here that you haven’t been here to the office for over… 2 years.  You got a physical two years back, but after that…”

            “Yeah, I know.” She said, nodding her head a little.  “I haven’t really had a reason to go.  I don’t get sick much.”

            “Well, then what are you calling us for today?”

            “Well…” What on earth can I say to keep her from thinking I’m crazy? “…let’s just say I’m having… hormonal issues.”

            “Aha.” The woman said, and she went quiet for a minute. “Well… let’s see.  The earliest time I have is… next Tuesday at 2:30. Does that work?”

            “What?! No, that doesn’t work!” Sam said, standing up and letting out an annoyed huff. “That’s not for another 5 days!  By then I might… well…” She paused again. “I don’t think I can wait that long.” She added weakly, sitting back down.

            “Well… your only other option is to go to the emergency room. I’m sorry.  I can call you if someone cancels and move you up, though.”

            “…alright.” She said, sighing slightly. “I guess next Tuesday will work, then.”  She may have been willing to go to the doctor, but she was in no way going to go to the hospital.  As soon as she walked in, they’d stick her with all sorts of needles, and she just wouldn’t allow that.  Besides, it would probably be finished before then, whatever it was, and she wouldn’t have to worry about it. They would just give her a clean bill of health, and that would be that.  It probably won’t even be permanent.

 

            After some thought, Samantha decided that she really didn’t have a choice in the matter.  She had to get something to wear, even if it might not fit in a few days.  Better than being an exhibitionist, after all.  So, with a reluctant sigh, she opened up her closet and began the task of finding something decent to wear.

            Unfortunately, this task was easier said than done.  She had to go without a bra now, since her swollen chest was far too big for any of her old ones to adequately confine it.  She pulled a T-shirt from the closet and pulled it on, then turned to look at her mirror. The extra size of her chest pushed the shirt out some, lifting it up and away from her body.  Combined with the extra couple of inches of height she seemed to have suddenly developed, it pulled her shirt up and exposed the bottom of her firm and toned stomach.

            “Well… that’s not what I was hoping for, but I suppose it will have to do.” She said, sighing a little and poking the small bit of exposed flesh. “At least it’s not obscene or anything.”  Though it might be in a few days at this rate.

            Next came the shorts.  They were a bit tight now, and they rode up a bit on her, but the pair she picked out managed to look alright, at least.  No skin exposed that shouldn’t be, just a bit more leg than usual – but that certainly didn’t bother her, as a lifeguard.  “Well, not too bad, really.” She said, smiling just a bit. “At least it’s not an emergency.  I’ll just get a couple of things and a new suit for tomorrow.  Then maybe when I’m sure it’s done I’ll go and splurge.”   Satisfied with that, Sam headed downstairs, picking up her keys and heading out the front door to her car.

            “Hey!” A voice called to Samantha from the side, causing her to turn her head and glance. Her neighbors’ son, Greg, was mowing the front lawn.  He had just finished off his Sophomore year in college, and he was home for the summer.  Sam had always suspected that he had a crush on her, which certainly seemed true when he looked over at her now.

            “Hey, S-“ Greg started to call, then paused, staring at her – or, more specifically, at her enhanced chest.  He shifted a little, pulling his sunglasses down to get a better look at her.  “…you’re looking… good today.”

            Sam groaned, rubbing her forehead. “Not today.  Look, I’ve told you before.  I don’t like you, Greg.  Just go back to school, and leave me alone.  I’ve got more important things to worry about.”  She gave him an annoyed glare before heading for her car again.

            “Oh, come on, Sam.” Greg said, smiling a little.  “Don’t be that way.” He stood up from his chair, walking towards the car.  “You know you like it, deep down inside.”

            “Stop it!” She said again, her key in the door, unlocking it and opening it before looking at him again. “Enough, Greg.  I don’t like it.  You’re in college.  You’re old enough to know better.  I know you know better.  When I say no, I mean no.”

            “But… I mean… look at you! You’re obviously dressing to impress someone.  And who better than me?”  He gestured toward her chest, which was sticking out quite a bit more than usual in her shirt.  “I mean…  How do you make those look so small in that swimsuit..? Are you stuffing?”

            Well, that did it.  Samantha was angry now.  “What?!” She said, glaring at him. “Stuffing?  No! I…” She started to explain, then caught herself. Who would believe that if she said it? That she was just growing bigger?  No one.  They’d lock her in the nuthouse for sure, she had no doubt about that.  “I guess you just didn’t pay enough attention when you stared.” She finished, smirking a little as she walked away, trying her best to behave like normal.

            “But – hey! Wait!” Greg shouted at her as she stepped into the car.  “Damn it… I was really going to get somewhere this time.”

 

            Samantha made her way through the mall, looking around at all the stores.  There was so much that appealed to her inner shopper, but she stayed strong, reminding herself that she was going to be spending plenty of money as it was on clothes. Well, not too much money, hopefully, but enough.

            She headed towards the store she usually bought her outfits at before she stopped herself.  She always shopped there.  They might recognize her.  True, she couldn’t hide this forever, but not everyone was as stupid as Greg, and she wanted to avoid being recognized as long as possible.  The longer she could avoid answering the inevitable questions, the more time she would have to think of a good answer.

            Still, they didn’t know her that well.  Hopefully, she could go and find some things without the clerks recognizing her.  She didn’t go in there that much.  And she definitely needed a new swimsuit, if nothing else.  Besides, those clerks see plenty of people every day.  She was just being paranoid.

Feeling a little self-conscious, she tugged down at her shirt, trying in vain to get it to cover her stomach before just sighing and giving up.  She made her way to the swimwear section, looking through their selection.  Of course, I have no idea what size I am anymore, she thought, picking up a few different ones and heading to the changing room.

After a bit of experimentation, she found a suit that worked.  A nice bikini, light blue, it made her feel even more self-conscious about her chest – like it really needs emphasizing – but overall, she liked it.  It would work for the time being, at least.  So now she could go back to work.  Now she just needed some other clothes.

Removing the swimsuit, she tugged her shirt back on.  She attempted to pull on her shorts, but that proved difficult. “Grr… come on!  It wasn’t this hard an hour ago…” She muttered, trying to fasten the buttons on the front.  It took quite a bit of work, but she managed to fasten them again.  “Ugh… so tight…” She muttered, looking at them in the mirror. “Good thing they only have to last me today… Feel like a sardine in this stuff.”

Still, that was all the more reason to hurry, so she headed out of the changing room, swimsuits over her arm.  Just nice, slow, easy breaths.  It’s uncomfortable, but it’s not the end of the world.  Just relax.

-RIIIP-

 

Oh no!  Sam’s face turned an incredibly dark shade of red as she heard the ripping sound.  The back of her shorts had given way, making room for her rear and hips.  Thankfully, this alleviated the pressure from the tight shorts, but the much bigger problem was that her rear end was now sticking out in the middle of the store!  Sam glanced around quickly, walking up and putting her back against a wall.  Fortunately, since she was off work, she came early in the day, so the store was almost empty.  Just a couple of clerks and a single other customer.  At least not everyone will get to see my humiliation.  But it shouldn’t happen at all!

Well, she would just have to make do.  Closing her eyes, she forced herself to calm down.  After a few minutes, the redness had left her cheeks and she was ready to move on to step two. Taking the swimsuit, she held it over her shoulder, adjusting it and lowering her arm until it managed to cover her exposed rump.  “Whew.” She said, taking a deep breath.  It was rather uncomfortable, but it was better than mooning everyone – and probably getting thrown in jail.  She just hoped it would work.

It was more than a little awkward for her to hold the suit as she walked, but she managed since she had no choice.  She walked over to the shorts, looking through the racks as she tried to find a pair she could wear.  Easier said than done, she mused, using her free hand to pull the shorts closer so she could look at sizes.  Ugh… I never would have thought my butt would be this big. Instinctively, she reached for a pair in the size she always wore, before she realized that she couldn’t possibly wear them.  The busted pair she had on was proof enough of that.  So, she picked up another pair, a couple of sizes larger, then a couple others, each bigger than the last.  Hopefully she would give herself some room to grow into them.

“Isn’t that uncomfortable?”

“What?” Sam started to blush again as she turned around.  The only other shopper in the store, an older woman about 35, was looking at her.  Sam shifted a little, trying to make sure the swimsuit covered her better, but it was all guesswork since she couldn’t see herself from behind.

“That.” The woman said, pointing.  “That position.  The way you’re holding that, it looks like it hurts.” She smiled a little. “But then, you look like you’re in pretty good shape.  You know, I bet my daughter would like you, you know she’s almost…”

Great.  The only person in here and she won’t shut up. Sam sighed to herself, taking a deep breath.  If only she could just walk away, but she couldn’t risk that with her current problem.  No one cares what you have to say!  I sure don’t!

“…but you know if you didn’t show off your stomach then you wouldn’t draw so much attention to yourself, but then you have such a nice stomach to show off. I wish my stomach was as good as yours, then maybe my husband would…”

Augh!  I have to get out of here.  At this rate, I’ll be here for hours.  Just go away and shut up!  Sam tapped her foot, noting that her sandals were not particularly comfortable anymore – just like everything else. Great… I think it might be getting faster.  Just what I need!  What on earth is going on?! “Look, I…”

“…won’t listen to me, that’s what!  He’s such a horrible man, I don’t know why I married him.  He just doesn’t listen like I said and he goes and stays out all night drinking and parties with his friends and he’s 35 and…”

Wow.  You think HE doesn’t listen?  Might want to check yourself, lady.  This is just sad.  It’s like all the classic clichés for a bad relationship.  I never knew people really had it this bad.  Sam continued to tap her foot, looking around. “Really, I need to get going, I’m sorry.  I’m just on my lunch break and-“

“Okay, just a second.  Let me just tell you about my-“

“No, really, ma’am.  I need to go.  I’m sorry, just…” Sam was in no mood for games now, and started past the woman, waving for her to move.  Unfortunately in doing so she moved her swimsuit, showing an eyeful as she passed.

“Okay, I just really wanted to talk about – AHHH!”  The woman said, pointing to Sam’s rear.  “You –“ 

Sam, for her part, immediately knew what the problem was, and she turned beet red.  Unbelievable. I actually got her to stop talking!  But of course, that was a rather hollow victory, as she was left with the undeniable fact that she had just mooned a woman in the middle of a clothing store.  “Shh!” She said, turning away quickly and putting the swimsuit back down to cover herself again.  “Please!  They popped in the changing room… just… don’t say anything.  Please!”  Sam said, still completely red as she tried to persuade the woman.  “I didn’t mean to do anything.”

“Well! This is what the youth of today are like?!  I can’t believe it! Maybe if you didn’t wear such skimpy clothes this wouldn’t be a problem!  I can’t believe it!”  She stormed off, rattling away as she went, heading over to speak with one of the clerks.

Great.  Now I’m dead.  Sam sighed, looking at the shorts she was holding. Stupid woman!  Why did you have to do that?

The clerk came back with the woman, pushing her glasses up as she looked at Sam.  “Miss… can you turn around, please?”

“…sure.” Sam said, blushing again as she turned around, the swimsuit once again covering her rear.

“…move the swimsuit, please.”

Sam sighed, moving it aside, closing her eyes as she dreaded the moment of truth.

“See!? I told you!”  The woman said, pointing.  “Public indecency!”

“Yes… miss…” The clerk said, nodding and looking to Sam again. “You’re going to have to wait here while I call security.”

Great… even better!  Sam nodded, blushing and moving the swimsuit in the way again before turning back around. “…can I at least buy this stuff first?”

 

What a day.  Sam groaned a little as she entered her home, setting her bags down on the floor and flopping on the sofa.  At least they were reasonable about it. She thought, rubbing her feet a little. I could be in jail right now.  Still, it took quite a bit of talking to get out of just that situation, and she was left feeling more than a little annoyed.

“What the hell happened, anyway?” She asked, picking up one of her bags and looking inside.  She had put her old ripped clothes in there, changing into something that fit her a bit better.  She stood, walking into her bedroom and looking at herself in the mirror.

“…why is this happening?” She asked herself, staring at her body in the mirror.  She was a bit too tall, and she couldn’t see her head in the mirror.  Somehow, she was getting over seven feet tall!  As short as she was before, she had her mirror set up much lower so she could see it then.  “…impossible.” She said, shaking her head at her own image.  “I can’t be this big… there’s just no way…” But she was, somehow.  Her breasts were quite large as well, as she noticed when she cupped them in her hands.  And her butt!  She was quickly changing from being the dream of men who loved athletic women to the dream of men who loved busty ones.  Well, there were worse things that could have happened, certainly, but this was still rather disturbing.

“…At least I can go back to work tomorrow.” She said, nodding her head a little.  “That will help.  I’ll feel better when I get back into my routine.”  And with that, she decided to call it an early night, climbing into her bed after completing her nightly routine. What a long day…She thought to herself, her mind wandering over the events of the day as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

 

As always, morning came too soon for Sam’s taste, even with the extra sleep she gave herself.  She stretched and yawned as she sat up, pulling herself out of bed, when she paused.  Wait a minute.  She looked down at herself, gasping a little, shaking her head. Oh no...

She was much bigger.  Much bigger than when she went to bed, even.  In the space of the few hours she slept, she had picked up quite a few inches, now standing just under eight feet tall.  She placed her hand on her stomach, blinking a few times as her brain tried to function.  How… so big… And… those!  Though they certainly weren’t expanding as fast as they had been, Samantha’s chest was bigger again.   They were now on the large side of DDs.  Thankfully, she didn’t really have a problem with them, due to her impressive physical fitness.  Nevertheless, they were starting to get rather annoying, and she found herself hoping that it would stop more than ever.  “Well…” She sighed, looking at herself.  “I suppose I have no choice either way.  Time to get ready for work.”

Walking over to her bag of clothes from her adventures in the mall, Sam bent down, searching through it for the swimsuit she bought.  “Well, let’s see if this still fits.”  It took some work, but she managed to squeeze it on.  Still, it was obvious the suit wasn’t meant for someone of her size, and it was rather uncomfortable, but it was the best she could do.  She frowned, adjusting the straps a little, trying to alleviate the tight feeling, but it wasn’t working.  “Hmph.  Well, it’ll have to do.  I can’t keep spending money without making any… I just hope it doesn’t rip on me. Would that ever be embarrassing.”

Heading downstairs, she grabbed her keys, pausing.  She could probably barely fit into her car anymore!  Well, she’d have to try, but it would be a tight squeeze, to be sure.  The beach was too far away to walk, so she didn’t really have any other options.

Opening the front door, she peeked out, glancing around.  Good.  No one around.  She walked out carefully, closing the door behind her and heading for the car.

“Oh my god!” The shout was unmistakable.  Greg was just coming out of the front door of his house.  The glass of lemonade he was holding fell out of his hand, shattering on the front porch.  “Sam!”

Wonderful.  “Not now!” Sam shouted quickly, not even bothering to turn around as she stormed off toward her car.  In her frustration, she fumbled with her keys, dropping them on the gravel of her driveway. “Damn it!” She shouted, squatting down to pick them up.  “Ugh…” She shook her head as she stood up once more, relieved that her suit had survived the trip. Maybe it won’t be as bad as I thought.

Unlocking the door, Samantha was soon faced with her next problem.  The seat was far too close for her to drive at the moment.  Sighing, she reached in, grabbing the bar to push her seat back. “Grr!” The day was already going horribly, and she was only getting started. “…there.” She said, nodding a little as she put the seat back as far as it would go. “Still cramped, but it’ll have to do.”

“Woo!” What the hell? Sam whirled around, and there was Greg, running back toward his house with a grin, and a – a camera!  Bastard!  “Got it!” He said with a grin, stopping on the front porch and giving her a wave. “Bye, Sam!  Have fun at work!”

“You little… that’s it. Restraining order, Greg!  You hear me?!  I’m sick of this!” Sam screamed at the top of her lungs, but Greg didn’t care.  He was thrilled that he got a picture of her.  His friends would have to believe him now.  She really was that big.

“Stupid little…” Samantha growled under her breath, glaring at him. That was the last straw. Her day was officially ruined.  And who knew what Greg would even do with that photo.  But she had to get to work.  She couldn’t stop him now, and she could deal with him later.  She had to make money.  So she climbed into her car, grumbling about how small and cramped it was, even after moving the seat.  Still, it would work for now. “Just… don’t worry about it.  Everything will work out in the end.” She told herself, repeating it as she started her car and pulled out of her driveway, heading for the beach.

 

“Everything will work out in the end…” Sam repeated to herself as she turned her car off.  “Everything will be fine.”  She took a deep breath, looking out the windshield as she tried to steady herself.  “It’ll be fine…”

As much as she hated to do it, she had to get out of the car.  As much as she wanted to avoid the public eye, her job made that impossible.  She took a deep breath, nodding her head, then opening the door and stepping out.  Time to face the world.

The whispers were noticeable immediately as she walked toward the ‘office’ where Daniel was.  While most people did not recognize her from just a few days ago, everyone was shocked to see someone so large as a lifeguard.  One college boy at the beach smirked a little and leaned over to his friend. “Wouldn’t mind getting saved by her, huh? Little mouth-to-mouth, hm?”

            “Nah.  Too big.”  His friend said, getting up from the beach chair he was in. “You just keep on staring at her, Jack. I’m going for a swim.”

            “Suit yourself, Tim.  More for me.”

 

            “What the hell happened to you, Sam?” Daniel said, looking over at her.  She was sitting down on the floor in the small hut, legs folded under herself as she looked back at him.  “This kind of thing doesn’t exactly happen all the time!”

            “You think I don’t know that?!” Samantha shouted, before blushing a little. “..sorry.” She said, shaking her head. “Don’t mean to yell… but this hasn’t exactly been easy for me either, you know.  I was normal just last week, and now this!”

            “I’m aware of that.” Daniel said, rubbing his head a little. “So… do you have any idea what happened?”

            “Well, it happened when I came home from work, after I got stung by that jellyfish.  When I woke up, I was just… bigger.  And it’s been going on ever since.”  Sam sighed, shaking her head. “I don’t know what to do anymore, Daniel.”

            “Well, what did the doctor have to say?”

            “Well, I… didn’t actually go to the doctor.” Sam said, looking away from him.

            “What?  Why not?!  Didn’t you think this was, I don’t know, a bit unusual?!” Daniel said, agitated.  Why on earth would she avoid something like that?

            “Of course I did!” Sam said, shouting back at him.  “I’ve been worrying about it for days now!  Ever since it started!  But the earliest they could get me in at the doctor’s office isn’t for a few days still.”

            “So, why didn’t you go to the emergency room, then?!”

            “You know how I feel about hospitals, Daniel.  They’re just going to hook me up to some machine and stick needles in me for days.  I haven’t even gone to the regular doctor for years.  If I wasn’t worried about it, I’d never even do that much!”

            Daniel rubbed his head again, frowning.  This whole thing was just so unbelievable.  How could it be happening?  None of it made any sense.  And she was just being stubborn about the whole thing.  “Look, Sam.  This isn’t normal.  And it’s probably not healthy.  You look like you’re about to pop out of that thing.  You need to see a doctor.  Take the day off and head to the emergency room.  It’s not like they’re not going to forward you on to the emergency room anyway.”

            “No!” Samantha shouted, glaring at him. “I hate doctors!  I’m not going, Daniel, and that’s final.” She stood up, looking down at him sitting at his desk. “I’m going outside, and I’m going to do my job.  Those people out there need me. And I need money.  I’m staying.” And with that, she turned and headed out the door, slamming it behind her, and leaving Daniel alone in the office, rubbing his head and grumbling to himself.

 

            Yeesh.  I swear, he gets on my nerves.  Sam sighed, shaking her head as she settled into the lifeguard’s chair.  I know he’s worried about me, but I’m a big girl.  I can take care of myself just fine.  She looked out at the water, smiling a little.  At least I’m back where I belong now.

            Sam’s eyes scanned the water, looking out for anyone in need of help.  As her eyes scanned, her mind wandered, thinking about her situation.  That was just about the only thing she thought about anymore, she realized.  Everything was… different, now.  Her conversation with Daniel had certainly not reassured her.  She still had no intention of going to the doctor, no matter what he said, but he did give her a scare.

            “Help!” Well, that was certainly a familiar sound.  She snapped her eyes toward the sound, spotting a young man out in the water.  Great.  This happened last time! She thought as she hopped down from her chair, sprinting off toward the water.  Does everyone wait until I’m on duty to get in trouble?

            As Samantha sprinted out toward the water, she found that her recent changes were not all bad.  Her new, longer legs carried her across the sand much easier, and then through the water as she began to swim out toward her target.  Of course, this was balanced somewhat by the fact that her newly-enlarged chest made it more difficult for her to run, as she was still not very used to it.  Grr.  I can’t believe my luck.  I bet no one had any problems at all while I was gone, but now the minute I come back…Still, in a way, it was somewhat reassuring.  She was needed.  If it wasn’t for her, this man might die.  It came down to her, and her skills.  She couldn’t help but smile as she swam.

            Unfortunately, her good mood was rather short-lived.  As she headed toward the young man, she saw his head slipping below the surface.  Apparently, he just couldn’t keep himself above the surface any longer.

            Shit! Sam gasped, swimming faster.  Don’t you dare do that! Get your head out of that water! She swam even faster, her arms cutting through the water rapidly as she hurried out toward him.  I’m not going to deal with this now.  You’re not going to ruin my day.

            When using her full power, it didn’t take long at all to reach him, even though he was rather far out. Doesn’t anyone know how to stay in the shallows anymore?  She saw him swimming, coming up briefly before going back down, flailing about. Hmph.  It was easy enough to save him now, her long arm reaching into the water and grabbing him within moments.  She turned quickly and swam on, heading back toward the shore.  He was fairly heavy, but she was able to pull him through the water with surprising ease.  Apparently, another benefit of being so large was presenting itself.  A girl could get used to this, after all… Sam thought, kicking through the water easily.  At least I can do my job better now.

            And so she could, as she pulled the man up onto the shore, looking down at him.  He was about college age, which brought unfortunate thoughts of Greg into Samantha’s head.  Fortunately, the young man laying on the sand in front of her was most certainly not Greg.  He was, however, not breathing, Great.  More problems. Sam sighed as she got down on her knees, looking at the unconscious man.  Here goes.  Using her training as a lifeguard, Sam put her head in front of his, beginning CPR.

            1… 2… 3… breathe!  1… 2… 3… Sam repeated the chant to herself as she worked on resuscitating the young man.  It took a little while, but after a time, he began to sputter and cough, sitting up slowly.

            Phew! Sam smiled, looking down at him. Good.  Hate to lose someone my first day back like that. “Sir… are you alright?” She asked, looking at him.

            “Yeah, I’m fine.” The young man said, nodding his head. “Just… well, I don’t know.  Got overconfident, I suppose.”

            Why does that always seem to happen around me? Maybe they’re trying to impress the young, beautiful lifeguard… ha! Sam shook her head a little, then looked back at him. “Well, sir, try to be more careful in the future.  I’d hate to see something like this happen again.”

            The man nodded, thanking Samantha and getting up to his feet.  He walked over to where he was sitting on the beach, sitting down next to his friend.

            His friend looked over at him, giving him an annoyed look.  “I hate you sometimes, Tim.”

            The rest of the day was fairly uneventful for Sam.  She thanked the powers that be that she didn’t have to worry about another person drowning, though deep down inside, she always did enjoy the excitement.  She headed home, squeezing herself into her car again, thinking about the day’s events as she went.  Daniel was right, she knew.  This… whatever it was that was happening to her, it was unnatural, and she really should be concerned about it. Well, it’s not like I’m not concerned… I do have a doctor’s appointment coming up. Sam thought as she drove along in her far-too-small car.

 

            That night, Samantha lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.  For a change of pace, and to keep from reminding herself about her changes for a little while, she chose to lay on the bed in the nude, relaxing as she felt the soft sheets under her, the blanket warm on top of her – aside from where her legs stuck out past the end of it.  …when is this going to end? She mused, frowning up at the ceiling.  I don’t understand it.  I mean, it doesn’t make sense.  I should be starving from all of this… I’m pretty sure growing uses up a pretty good number of calories.  But I’m not really eating much more than normal. Maybe a little bit, I guess, but… it’s all so weird.  Hopefully the doctor can help explain it all…  She drifted off to sleep as her mind wandered.

            But while Samantha slept, her body got to work once more.  Her entire body began to slowly lengthen.  Every cell in her body worked on dividing, once, twice, and then again.  Her hair slowly inched outward, growing longer and thicker.  Her arms crept along, stretching longer, sliding down the sheets as her body took up more and more room on her bed.  Her entire body expanded, pressing upward and outward slowly.  She grew an inch, then another, her body passing 9 feet tall as her mind wandered in the dream world.  The bed began to creak, protesting the increasing weight of Samantha’s growing form.  Were she awake, she would be grateful for the fact that she was not wearing any clothes to rip out of.  As it was, the bed’s creaking grew louder as the growing woman slept on, oblivious.  Still inching outward, she pushed on to 9’3”, 9’6”, and then an even 10 feet tall.

            Crash!

 

            “What the hell are you talking about, Sam!?  I can’t understand a word you just said.  You sound like you’re screaming into the phone.  Just calm down, take a few deep breaths.  Just relax.  Alright.  Now.  What are you trying to say?”  Daniel rubbed his head, glancing over at the clock.  Three in the morning. Whatever Sam had to say, it had better have been really important.

            Samantha looked at the phone in her hand, realizing just how small it was getting to her.  It was hard to even push the individual buttons due to the size of her fingers.  She had used her pinky finger to push the keys, then moved the phone around from her ear to her mouth when she needed to talk.  “…sorry.” She said, taking a deep breath and nodding a little.  “…this better?”

            “Yeah, much.  Still a little loud, but a lot better.  Alright, now. What were you saying?”

            “I said I don’t think I’m going to be able to come in to work tomorrow.”  Samantha sighed, looking down at her naked body, sitting on the floor in her bedroom.  Her legs were folded under herself, and she was hunched over.  She didn’t reach the ceiling when she was sitting down, but she just instinctively felt the need to lean forward in such a way.

            “What?!  Why not?  You just got back, Sam! I thought you wanted to come back to work! What happened?”

            “I think you can probably guess what happened, Daniel.” She sighed again, shifting a little.  “I’m… well, I don’t think I have anything to wear for tomorrow.”

            “What?  You’re bigger again!?”  Daniel rubbed his forehead, then moved toward his closet as he spoke once again. “Okay, Sam, listen.  We’re going to the emergency room.  I’ll drive you.”

            “Uh, I hate to break it to you, Dan, but I’m not going to fit into any kind of car.” Sam said, frowning again.  Still, she did have to go to the doctor.  As much as she hated the idea, she couldn’t put it off any longer.  Even if it meant going to the emergency room instead of her regular doctor.

            “Sam, I have a truck.  You can ride in the back..” Daniel said as he started to change into a pair of pants.  He was going to go and get her, whether she liked it or not.

            “No!  I don’t want to just sit there and let everyone stare at me!” Sam said, blushing and shaking her head, even though no one was there to see her.

            “Sam.  You can’t hide in your room forever and you know that.  You’ve got to get out of that house eventually.  It’s three in the morning now.  Not very likely that anyone is going to see you.  Or do you really want to wait until the middle of the day when everyone will be out?”

            “Okay, okay.” Sam sighed. “Fine.  I’ll go. Just give me a few minutes, okay? I’ll find something to keep myself covered. Or something.”

            “Sure.  I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Daniel replied before hanging up the phone.

 

            Sam sat on the floor listening to the dial tone for a few seconds, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself.  She could do this.  She had to.  She stood up slowly, hunching over more to keep from hitting her head on the ceiling.

            Now then, clothes.  She glanced around again, looking over at the wreckage of her bed.  The sheets and blanket she had been used were laying on top of the broken wood.  Well, that’s as good as anything, I suppose.  Not like I have a whole lot of a choice.  Sam picked up one of the sheets, frowning a little.  She started to wrap it around herself.  With a bit of work, she got it around her hips, tying it to the side.  It made for a rather mini skirt, but at least she wasn’t showing everyone her goodies.

            Now for the top.  She only had the one sheet left, and her breasts were too big to make that work.  But she did have her blanket.  It wasn’t as easy to manipulate as the sheet, but it might work for part of the top.

            Picking up the remaining sheet, Sam started to work on it.  She tied one end of it to the blanket, lifting it up and putting it around herself to test it.  It was a bit big, but that was far better than being too small. She could fix that.  She tied the other end of the sheet tighter to the blanket, and the makeshift top felt nice and snug. 

Samantha sighed, shaking her head.  Of all the things, her breasts were bothering her more than everything else.  She didn’t like being really tall, but that was nothing compared to her dislike of her bosom.  She had gone from flat, to a nice, sexy C, to what were definitely DDs or Es on her now, in proportion.  And DDs on a 10-foot girl are a lot bigger than DDs on a normal girl. Her hips were big, but her breasts were bigger.  And both things were much bigger than they had been.  But, at least she wasn’t naked now.

 

Samantha’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Daniel’s truck pulling up outside.  Now was the part she was really dreading.  She ducked down low, squeezing through the door to her bedroom.  As she headed down the stairs, each one creaked ominously, her impressive weight making them protest as she moved.  Still, she made it to the bottom without incident, and she opened the front door.

Daniel’s truck was still running.  He had gotten out of it, walking around to the back and opening it up for her to get in.  He glanced over at the door and spotted Sam, gasping.  She was certainly impressive, even in the darkness, far more impressive than even he was expecting. “Sam… you…” He started, then went quiet, regaining his composure before continuing in a much more sarcastic tone. “You look like Daryl Hannah.” He finished, chuckling and doing his best to act normal.

“Yeah, yeah.  Shut up, ‘Harry’.”  Samantha rolled her eyes, hunching down as she walked toward the truck. “You sure this truck can hold me?”

“It’ll hold you. Not like we have a lot of other options, anyway, remember?  Now get in.” Daniel gestured to the back of the truck, trying to sound like he was in command of the situation, despite having a woman nearly twice his size staring over at him.

“Yeah, yeah… whatever you say, boss.” Samantha mumbled.  She walked over to the edge of the truck, sitting down on the very edge.  The front of the truck started to lift off the ground, making her stand back up and bringing it down suddenly.

“Easy! Easy!” Daniel said, rushing over to her. “Look.  You’re pretty heavy.”

“Great, thanks. Make me feel much better about myself. Jerk.”

“Oh, stop it. You know what I mean.” Daniel sighed, shaking his head. “Don’t be snippy.  You’ll need to move toward the middle.  Keep your weight there so the tires don’t lift off the ground like that.”

“Okay, okay.” Samantha said again. She sat down again, but quickly slid her way back.  The truck came back down as she sat near the middle, nodding. “…alright. Let’s get going, before I change my mind.” She said, before pulling her legs up against herself. “Stupid physics.”

“Alright.  Let’s go.  Try not to fall out or anything.” Daniel laughed, climbing into the front of the truck and closing the door.  Glancing into his rear-view mirror, he saw nothing but Samantha’s back, her hair hanging down as she sat there. “…decent view, at least.” He mumbled to himself before he began to drive.

 

The trip to the hospital was fairly uneventful, all things considered, as no one was out on the road at such a late hour.  The only point of note was when they passed a convertible on the highway, and the driver nearly crashed into a tree because he was distracted by Sam.

They arrived at the hospital as Sam kept her hands on the blankets, afraid they might give up and fall off if she moved them.  She climbed out of the truck, hunching over as the two made their way to the entrance to the emergency room.

The reaction was as expected.  Sam ducked down to get into the building, making her way to the check-in station.  “Can I help you?” The nurse asked, turning in her chair – and then gasping and grabbing at her chest, visibly startled.

“Er… sorry.” Sam said, blushing. “I’m here because… well… I’m having a problem… you can probably tell that, huh?” She reached up, running a hand through her hair and taking a deep breath – then quickly stopping as she remembered what she was wearing, becoming self-conscious once again.

“I see…” The nurse said rather dumbly, nodding her head as she stared up at the amazon. “I guess you’ll be needing to see a doctor then…” She was still staring as she felt around on the desk in front of her, finding the clipboard she was searching for and holding it up with shaky hands. 

Sam grabbed it, picking it up with one large hand and bringing it up to her face.  “Hm…” She said, grabbing the pen on the counter.  She filled the form out, though rather ungracefully, her large hand making rather huge lines on the form.  With a ‘hmph’ of frustration, she set it back on the counter and let the nurse take it away.

“Okay… just go have a seat over there… yeah…” The nurse pointed toward the waiting area before getting up from her desk and heading back into the hospital proper.  Sighing, Sam crossed her arms, walking over to the fairly empty waiting room and sitting down.  The bench she was on complained, but she ignored it, tapping her bare foot on the cool tile floor.

Daniel took a seat next to her, looking up at her.  She looked annoyed, but even that didn’t change the fact that she was an attractive woman.  He couldn’t help but admire her hair, the way it streamed down the back of her head. It only went to her shoulders, as she had always been one to keep her hair short, but it looked good on her. Her cheeks were tinted with just a bit of a rosy blush as she sat there, feeling awkward from her position.  This only served to make her all the more attractive in his eyes.  And her figure, well, that was certainly getting to be pretty nice too.

The waiting room was nearly empty.  Aside from the two of them, there were only two other patients, and they went in quickly.  Not a moment too soon, Samantha thought, shaking her head.  They had been staring at her the whole time, and it hadn’t helped her feel any better. 

Unfortunately, once they were gone, Sam had to wait forever.  It was another hour at least before she started to tap her foot again in frustration. “What’s taking them so long?”

“Relax. They’re probably just backed up in there… Who knows what they have going on.”  Daniel frowned, looking up at her again. “They’ll get to you.”

“Yeah, well, when?  They don’t seem that busy.” She frowned, watching as one of the two patients from earlier came out the ER doors.  The patient, a young man of around college age, continued to stare at her, turning his head to keep looking at her until he was all the way out the doors of the hospital, making her blush even more.  “See? He just came out.”

“Well, relax.  They’ll get to you.” Daniel sighed. “Maybe they’re just intimidated by you, Sam.  I mean… well, it’s not too hard to imagine why.”

“Well, I’m getting tired of people being intimidated by me!” Sam huffed, crossing her arms. “I’m not trying to be intimidating.  I want to just get everything back to normal, but instead, everyone just freaks out around me!” She sighed, closing her eyes and looking away.

“That’s not true.  I’m not freaking out.” Daniel said quietly, patting her leg gently.  “So not everyone is.”

“What?” Sam opened her eyes, looking over at Daniel with some surprise.  “You don’t…?” Her voice got quiet, and she started to blush as she looked down into his eyes.  She knew it was true, of course… she’d seen how he was acting this whole time.  But it still surprised her, for some reason.  She’d never really thought about him like that before.  Leaning down, she looked closer into his eyes, and he leaned up to meet her.  Closer, closer…

“Err… Samantha… ah, yes… Ah… the doctor will see you know.” The nurse said, as Sam and Daniel pulled away from each other with a blush.

“Ah… right…” Samantha muttered, standing up and putting her hands on her makeshift outfit once more, following the nurse into the actual hospital area… and leaving Daniel swearing to himself in the lobby.

 

“Alright… unfortunately, miss Dean, your X-rays are not giving us any clues to the problem.” The doctor had his back to Sam as he held the pictures in one hand, holding one of them up to the light to look through it and shaking his head. “Everything seems perfectly normal here.  Well, aside from the size, of course.”

Samantha sighed, shaking her head. Somehow, she had expected that to be the case.  She felt perfectly fine.  She didn’t feel sick, or lightheaded, or even hungry.  Actually, she felt better than ever.

The doctor interrupted her train of thought as he let out a “hmm”, scratching his chin. “However… the other tests are definitely showing some abnormal results.” He held a clipboard full of papers in his hand, flipping through them and nodding. “Yes… here, for example.  Your white blood cell count is very abnormally high. I’ve actually never seen anything quite like it…”

“So, what? I’m good at fighting off diseases?”

“Not just good.  Amazing.  You’ve got, oh, I don’t know… 20 or 30 times the normal amount for a human.”

“Well, I am a lot bigger than a normal human, too.”

“Yes, but I didn’t mean quantity.  I mean that you’ve got about 20 to 30 times the concentration of them, even adjusting for your size.  Nothing is going to get in there with you.”

“…wow…” Sam didn’t know what to say to that. No wonder she felt so good.  She was like a giant, walking antibody.

“Well, it gets even more interesting.” The doctor continued on, flipping some more pages on the clipboard and nodding his head.  “Your hormones are also taking off as well.  Particularly your human growth hormone, though you probably could have guessed that one yourself.”

Samantha nodded a little, folding her legs under herself from her position on the floor.  “So that’s why I’m getting bigger, I guess?”

“Yes… though it’s hard to say what’s happening now.  They could level off here within a few days… or they’ll wind up increasing even more.”  The doctor pushed his glasses up his nose, the light from the ceiling reflecting off the lens as he turned his head.  “Now… do you have any idea why this is happening?”

“Of course not!” Samantha shook her head, crossing her arms and frowning. “It just… happened.  Well, I got stung by a jellyfish or something the day before I started, but that happens all the time.  Still… that’s the only thing I can think of.”

“Well, yes.  It’s not exactly a common occurrence for something like this to occur from a jellyfish sting.  Or at all.  People certainly have allergic reactions to them from time to time, but generally it’s just the area around the sting that swells.”  The doctor tapped his pen against his chin as he thought.  “We’re going to need to keep you here overnight for some more tests.”

“What?” Sam sat up straight, staring over at him and shaking her head. “Tests? Overnight? No!  I can’t afford that!”  Not to mention she hated being here already.  Staying overnight definitely wasn’t on her list of things she wanted to do.

“Now, now.  If you’ll give me a  chance, I’m confident I can pull some strings and get your stay paid for.  After all, this is an excellent opportunity to do some real research and make some discoveries.  Who knows what might come of this!”

“What?!” Sam said again, louder this time. Her?  A research subject?  No!  “I’m not going to be some kind of experiment, do you hear me!?” She stood up suddenly, glaring down at the doctor from her lofty position. “You’re going to keep those needles and everything else away from me.  I’m not going to let you-“

She stopped, gasping a little as she felt a strange sensation.  It started in her leg, where the sting had happened, and then it began to flow upward, slowly affecting her entire body with a strange warm feeling.  She placed a hand on her stomach, looking down at herself as…

“Oh my god… It’s happening again…”

The doctor took a couple of steps back, staring up at Sam as she felt her body start to rise slowly.  It moved up, and she hunched over more to try and compensate.  Her head hit the ceiling nonetheless, and she grabbed it as she dropped to her knees, leaning forward. “This is… ooh… I’ve never actually… felt it before…” She said, gasping.  It was rather disturbing for her to think about, but… she found that she was actually enjoying it.  The sensations, at least.  She didn’t want to be any bigger.

“Oh, my…” The doctor said, stepping back some more and reaching behind him, feeling for the door.  After a few seconds, he found it, and then it was time for him to leave, leaving the growing woman alone in the room.

“Wait!” Sam shouted, then she sighed.  He was afraid of her.  Everyone was probably afraid of her at this point.  But she didn’t have the time to worry about that.  She needed to get out first.  Crawling toward the door, she struggled as she tried to squeeze through.  Unfortunately, desire can only take one so far, and her shoulders were just too wide to make it through. God.  This feels like I’m in some kind of bad story or something.  Well, I can’t just sit in here.

Her growth seemed to level off finally, but she wasn’t paying attention to that.  Rather, she was busy shoving against the wall, trying to force her way out.  Nngh… come on… I know this is built good, but I must weigh a ton by now!

As she shoved and forced her well-toned body into the wall around the door, she was finally rewarded with some results.  Around the door, the wall began to crack.  A few minutes later, it was giving way, as the door fell down, along with some of the wall surrounding it.  The resulting hole gave Sam the extra clearance she needed to crawl out of the room.

Phew!  Glad I got out of there… I was starting to feel really claustrophobic! Sam grinned, running a hand through her hair as she celebrated the first bit of good fortune she’d had in days.  Then she realized that she was naked, thanks to her most recent growth spurt and the makeshift clothes that had slipped off while she was crawling out of the room. And then she noticed the nurse that was staring at her, hands still on the wheelchair that she was pushing down the hall.  Complete with a patient riding on it, who also was staring at her.  And then the security guard who had come running to find out the source of the commotion.  Sam felt her cheeks turning red as she shifted her position to try and better cover herself to the eyes that were focused on her. Great.  Am I ever going to get a break?

 

Oof… Sam looked around her, blushing and pulling her legs up against herself.  Her eyes wandered the cramped hallway as she hunched down, feeling more than a little embarrassed from the attention she was getting.  The security guard had recovered from his shock, and he called out to her finally. “What are you doing!?”  A stupid question, but in the situation, almost every question was stupid.

“I’m just sitting here… I just want to get out of here.” Sam said, looking down nervously at the guard.  “Please… just let me through.”

The guard nodded a little, and he hurriedly grabbed the wheelchair, pushing the nurse holding it aside as he wheeled the young male patient out of the way.  Grateful for the help, Sam lay down and started to crawl toward the exit.

Thankfully, she wasn’t far in.  Just have to crawl out into the hall, turn right, and then… oh, wait. Turn right?  How am I going to turn in this place?  There’s barely any room to move in here!  She gulped, but she knew she didn’t have time to spend worrying about it.

The exit to the hallway didn’t have a door, thankfully.  She reached the exit, then paused as she stared at it, trying to figure out how to do this with a minimum of damage.  She stared for a time, but unfortunately, the longer she stared, the more apparent it became that she was not going to get out of there easily.

“…sorry.” She said to no one in particular as she got down as flat as she could.  She started to crawl forward slowly, and her head slid through the opening.  She continued to push forward, turning herself to the side a little to try and squeeze out.  Unfortunately, hospitals were not designed for patients of Sam’s stature, and in spite of her best efforts, she was just not going to get through, stuck as she was in the hallway, twisted around and highly uncomfortable.

Sam let out a sigh of frustration, laying still as she thought about what to do.  She couldn’t go forward anymore, and she certainly wasn’t going to benefit from going backwards, even if she could.

She closed her eyes, pausing to think for a minute. Not that she really needed to.  It was a clear choice, though she hated to do it.  Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, steadying herself for what she would have to do.  She put her palms down on the floor, pressing into it and pushing her body up.  It collided with the ceiling quickly, but the massive frame of the former lifeguard was more than a match for the upper bound of her prison.  It punched through the ceiling easily, and she let out an apology as she continued to straighten her frame.  She tried to minimize the damage, apologizing profusely to the screaming nurses and orderlies as she went.  There were a lot of people in this building, she knew, and she didn’t want to have to hurt any of them.  Well, I probably just hurt a few right the-no! Stop it! I’m sure they’re fine.  I don’t want to have to do this, I just have no choice!

Looking around, Sam blushed more, talking to the orderly sitting behind a desk nearby. “I’m really sorry about this… I just need to get out of here!”  Without waiting for a response, she continued to stand up slowly, as she hit her head on the second floor ceiling.  Sighing, she pushed her way through that as well, and then just once more and she could feel the cool air hit her face. Sure, she had seriously damaged three stories of the hospital to do it, but she was almost out.  No turning back now.  She took a deep breath, trying to get through the holes she had already made without doing any more damage. Of course, her chest had not been so cooperative, increasing the size of the holes to get through.  Aside from that, though, she didn’t have too many problems, as she came fully to her feet. 

Looking around, she gasped as it finally really hit her how big she was now.  She was standing in the remains of the building, her upper half sticking out of it as debris tumbled out of her hair.  This is… What? 30 feet? 40?  ...how?  It didn’t seem like it should be possible in the slightest, and if she wasn’t currently experiencing it, she would never have believed it.  She took a deep breath, grateful for the fact that she was standing upright, no longer stuffed into cramped corridors.  I’m glad this is just a small side wing, I would have destroyed so much more otherwise… not that that’s an excuse, but…

Well, no time to just stand around doing nothing.  She had to get out of there.  Even though she was reluctant to cause more damage, she knew she had no choice in the matter.  She reached down, putting her hands on the roof and pushing down, giving herself a boost as she wriggled out of her unfortunately tight confines.  After some heaving, she managed to lift herself out of the hole, holding herself up by her strong arms. One of the advantages of being fit, Sam mused.  Unfortunately, however, even though the woman was strong enough to support herself, the roof was not.

Sam let out a shriek of surprise as she felt the roof giving way. Her arms followed it down, and the rest of her body followed suit.  Her body hit the ground, sending vibrations through the structure as her limbs jerked out reflexively, plowing through walls. Within moments, she had destroyed the structural supports of the hospital wing, causing the building to collapse around her.

Oh… oh god! What have I done?! Samantha stared at the wreckage below her, tears streaming down her cheeks. I ruined it! I was trying not to hurt anything and that just made me… oh god… She lifted her arms out of the rubble, all other thoughts leaving her mind as she buried her head in her hands.  And the people… oh… how many people did I just… No! I didn’t… couldn’t… they’re… they’re okay.. they have to be!

Sam pulled herself from the rubble quickly, standing up just long enough to step out of the way before coming back down on her knees. Oh god, oh god, oh god… The thought kept running through her head as she tore through the rubble, moving the pieces out of the way as quickly as she could. Surely they had to be okay… surely…

In her haste, she almost didn’t see it. She was reaching down for more to move aside when she felt her finger brush across something far too soft.  Carefully, she moved her hand to pick it up, lifting it to her face.

It was a child. A young girl, her blonde hair disheveled as she lay in Samantha’s hand. It’s…. I found someone! I did it… Smiling, the giant wiped the tears of joy from her face.

And then the smile vanished, as she looked at the girl more closely.  One of her arms was completely out of place, bent backward, with a piece of bone sticking out near the elbow.  Her head was misshapen, the skull severely dented on the right side.  She was not moving, or making a sound, or breathing.  Oh my god… I’m a murderer!