Danielle’s Debut

By Indra

“Shhhhhh!”  Danielle Hawkins pressed her index finger to her lips and hissed her warning to the student who had dared to whisper audibly in her library.  Danielle was not a librarian by profession.  She was a model.  Or an actress.  Or whatever glamorous profession would ultimately make her rich, famous, and adored by all – once she got her Big  Break.  True, she worked at the Metro University library to make ends meet while she waited for the Big Break to materialize, but she knew she was destined for greater things.  Nevertheless, Danielle Hawkins ruled her library with an iron fist.  The library was literally  so quiet you could hear a pin drop during her watch.  

The student who had incurred the wrath of I’m-an-actress-not-a-librarian Danielle looked up guiltily from his text book.  Danielle glared at him, gave him a withering look that promised to expel him from the library if he dared to break her rules, then turned briskly on a high heel, and walked away.  He caught a whiff of perfume in her wake – an intoxicating blend of the smell of her clean skin and the dab of Estee Lauder she was wearing.  He watched her as she walked away, feeling the distracting surge of excitement as he admired her form – tall, perhaps 28 years old, auburn colored hair that fell in gentle waves to her shoulder blades.  His eyes traced her lovely behind, followed the gentle provocative sway of her hips as she moved.  Her attire accentuated her looks perfectly.  She wore a knee length skirt with a speckled magenta and black pattern which gave just enough definition to the delicious curve that ran from her hips down her long legs to stimulate the imagination of what lay beneath.  The fabric of her skirt swayed as she moved, teasing, but never giving anything away.  A narrow black leather belt fastened the skirt at her hips.  She wore a black knit top with long sleeves that zipped up the front, but the zipper was left an inch or two down in its track, revealing a small expanse of white skin below her throat and again inviting the imagination to wonder what lay further down beneath it.  Her perfectly shaped calves were covered in nude nylon, and a pair of black, closed toe shoes with a band around the ankle and high heels completed her ensemble.  Her look was demure and exciting all at once.  Her whole bearing seemed to say, “you know you want me – but you will never have me.”   

Danielle took one more stern look over the all of the students with their heads buried in their books, and then she retreated back behind the circulation desk.  She was distracted.  Early in the day, one of the physics graduate students had begged her to store a piece of equipment for her.  It was a small black box with a bunch of incomprehensible dials and buttons and an odd lamp-like fixture on it.  She   told the student to take a hike, but then reconsidered when he hastily pressed $100 into her hand and begged her again.  Normally, even this would not have been enough to sway her, but she now  recognized the student as being in Prof Renee Smith’s group – and of course she had heard of the recent bizarre event when Professor Smith very publicly demonstrated to the world that she could cause herself to grow to many times her normal size in a matter of minutes – and managed to inadvertently strip herself naked before the world in the process.  Danielle chuckled to herself at the thought – how she would have loved to see one of those uppity professors embarrassed like that!  She had also heard that the device which could grow things had mysteriously disappeared.   Her mind instantly put two and two together, guessing what this mysterious device might be.  “Whatever you do, DON’T TOUCH IT,” the grad student had fretfully warned her.  “Please just hide it for me – I will be back to pick it up after the library closes.”  

Danielle removed a key from her desk and walked a few paces back into the recesses of the dark book stacks.  She used the key to unlock a door and entered a small closet.  Inside the closet, she looked at the device which she now had the custody of – she smiled now – the device which was for all practical purposes HERS now!  Her mind raced.  How might she best take advantage of this?  Should she try and sell it?  Or – and now her face took on a conniving look – should she use it to have a little fun and pay back a few people by treating them to the same thing that happened to Professor Smith?  Her fingers, the long, manicured nails painted pink, stroked the device curiously.  She wondered how it worked, which switch turned it on. . . .  . . 

A student studying in a carol back in the stacks was startled by a popping sound – a sound as if 100 or 1000 of the old fashioned camera flashbulbs went off all at once.  She looked up and noticed a brief flash of light coming from behind a closed door and visible in the dark stack hallway.  The flash was gone in the next moment and then all was quiet again.  She shrugged and turned back to her books, but a moment later she heard the door opening and she saw the librarian. Ms. Hawkins, looking a little shaken, coming out of the room.  She saw her lock the door, look around nervously, and then walk back out to the main reference room.

The library remained so silent you could have heard a mouse scurrying across the floor. The student who Danielle had shushed earlier fidgeted at the table.  It was *too* quiet.  He couldn’t concentrate.  Too quiet was as bad as too noisy.  He reached into his back pack and pulled out a small bag of chips.  He began to open it, the foil bag making a crinkling noise as he tore it open.  He reached in, crinkling the bag some more, pulled out a handful of chips, and stuffed them in his mouth, crunching as he ate them.  As he rustled the noisy foil of the bag to get more chips he suddenly caught the enticing whiff of perfume he noticed earlier.   He looked up and saw Danielle standing in front of him, her hands on her hips in a posture of exasperated authority, looking at him as if she was trying to make him burst into flame by her glare.  She snatched the bag of chips away from him.  “Food is NOT permitted in the library,” she whispered fiercely.  “If I hear so much as one more peep from you, you may leave the library!”  The student felt a burst of embarrassment at being publicly upbraided by this pretty young woman and at making a scene.  He started to mumble an apology, but then his words stopped and he stared at her.  Something wasn’t right.  His eyes were drawn to an enticing sight, but one which was totally out of character.  He suddenly noticed a thin line of smooth white skin just above Danielle’s waist.  Her black zip-up top was not completely covering her belly.  He had been to the library often enough to know that Danielle’s fashion sense was immaculate and on the demure side.  Belly shirts were not her style, and she would not be caught dead in something that did not fit her perfectly.  Danielle noticed the young man’s stare – a rather rude stare she thought – and she hissed a final “I mean it!” warning to him before turning on her heel and walking away.

The student watched her as she walked away.  He noticed her gate was not quite as graceful as usual.  She seemed to be having some difficulty walking in her heels.  Danielle noticed this at the same time.  Suddenly her shoes felt strangely uncomfortable.  She looked down, her face puzzled.  She could see the outline of her toes bulging against the material of her shoes, and if they were suddenly impossibly tight – as if they were two sizes too small.  What was going on?  She walked – somewhat uncomfortably now – over to a tall bookshelf.  She took a book and she climbed up a small step ladder so she could reshelve it.  She stretched at the top of the ladder, leaning in and pushing the book into the shelf.  She was perched just a few feet from the noisy student, and he glanced up to look at her – always relishing the rare opportunity to watch her climb the ladder in her skirt and get a small peek up her skirt.  As he looked, his mouth dropped open in surprise. He stared – trying to make sense out of what he was seeing.  He watched her climb the ladder, admired her sleek calves covered in sheer nylon and disappearing into the darkness beneath her skirt.  But as his eyes ran up and down her legs, he suddenly noticed he was getting a little more – and then a little more glimpse of leg.  The hem of her skirt was very slowly rising, as if an invisible hook had been attached to it and was slowly hauling it up.  His eyes traced down and now he noticed her shoes – the shoes were visibly misshapen, bulging and stretching out.  Then before his eyes, he saw the ankle strap around her left foot pop open.  He tapped his buddy sitting next to him on the shoulder.  Wordlessly, so as not to draw her wrath on them, he pointed in the direction of the librarian.  They both watched her now as she descended the ladder again.

Danielle descended the ladder unsteadily, her feet paining her.  Losing her balance on the last step, she almost fell.  She grabbed the ladder at the last instant to break her fall and sent a pile of books scattering loudly across the floor.  Faces all over turned to look at the commotion.  Danielle straightened herself, smoothing her skirt over her legs, feeling suddenly embarrassed and conspicuous.  Damn, her feet HURT!  What was wrong?  She looked down again and noticed the broken ankle strap on her shoe.  She automtatically started bending down to fix it but then stopped in mid crouch – her face growing puzzled at what she felt.  As she started to bend and kneel down, she felt her belt bite uncomfortably into her waist.  “What. . . ?” she started to whisper to herself, running her hand over the restriction of her waistband.  She looked down to examine herself and she suddenly saw that something was very wrong!  As she looked down there was an odd rubbery tearing sound, and to her amazement she saw her big toe and the right edge of her left foot suddenly tear out of her shoe.  The next moment she saw the ankle strap on the other shoe pop free and dangle to the side.  Her eyes then caught a flash of lace peeking out from the hem of her skirt – her slip was showing!  She was naturally modest and immediately straightened to smooth her skirt back down, but as she did so, she suddenly gasped.  As she tried to readjust her skirt, she found that her slip hem was now showing boldly and that her skirt was too short to cover it.  She tugged at the hem, trying to pull it down and cover the slip, but there was simply not enough fabric there to do it.  

Danielle looked up and realized that she was now the center of attention for the whole library.  All eyes were fixed on her.  She felt a cool breeze on her belly, looked down and gasped out “Oh my god!”  Danielle’s cute little belly button was now clearly visible to everybody in the room as her black top had ridden up well above it.  She tugged down on it, trying to cover her smooth, flat belly from view.  But as she struggled to readjust her clothes it finally dawned on her what was happening.  The sleeves were shrunken now.  When she had dressed this morning, the sleeves came down to her wrists as they should.  Now the sleeves were ending snugly at her forearm and she could see them slowly creep up her arm farther.  The pain in her feet intensified for a moment and then she felt a sudden relief.  At the same moment as the pressure released she heard the weird rubbery ripping sound again and looked down to see her shoes had split wide open, exposing her nylon ensheathed feet.  Danielle now realized what everybody else in the room had already noticded – she was a 6 inches taller than she had been!  And with a sudden feeling of horror she realized that with each passing second she was slowly continuing to grow and grow and grow.  And her clothes were not!

She tried to think, to suppress the rising feeling of panic.  Think, think, think!  she told herself.  You have got to do something and do something fast!  She thought of the student who had given her the device – which had flashed her with its bright light when she pushed one of the buttons – if only she could get a hold of him, surely he would know how to make this stop.  A thin, stressed, stretching sound reached her ears.  She looked down.  The gold peg in the clasp of her narrow black leather belt had ripped open the hole it was fitted through and was now slowly tearing past the other holes.  There was suddenly a loud *SNAP*.  The metal clasp tore open, her belt sprang free from her hips, and fell to the floor.   

Danielle gasped and looked down.  She saw the black strip of leather than had been her belt lying at her feet.  She instinctively began to kneel down to retrieve it, but as she started to bend her skirt hem, which already was rising several inches above its accustomed modest level, rode up even further, revealing a broad expanse of her satiny wine colored slip.  “Oh my god!” she breathed, feeling a surge of embarrassment.  She straightened immediately and tried once again to pull her skirt hem down to cover her slip.  But it was no good.  She looked around and saw a sea of faces staring at her, watching the incredible show going on before their eyes.   And as she looked she noticed that her head was now on a level with bookshelves that were nearly a foot higher than they should have been – and as she watched, her eyes growing wide with horror, she saw the bookshelf very slowly descending in her view as she continued to rise.

Danielle had always ruled her library with an iron fist, and silence was the rule of the day.  But, if it were possible, the library had grown even more silent now.  Gone were even the random small noises of the occasional turning page or the scratching of pencils on paper.  The sight of Danielle slowly growing before their eyes was so completely shocking that everybody was practically holding their breath.  The silence was absolute.  The sound of Danielle’s breathing – coming faster and faster now – could be heard.  Then, in the deep silence, a quiet sound reached everybody’s ears.  A muffled sound, but distinct.  

*bud* zzzssszzz

Danielle heard a snicker.  She whirled around toward the noise and saw a bespectacled law student whispering to his neighbor and pointing at her.  “What!  What are you laughing at!” she demanded in a voice that had none of her accustomed authority.  She then heard more whispers and a giggle from behind her.  She whirled around again, her eyes darting nervously around trying to discover the sudden source of merriment.  Danielle suddenly got a glimpse of herself in a mirror reflection of one of the enormous windows – saw that the button that closed her skirt on the back had popped free and that her deirriere, which was as tight and shapely as ever, but increased in size by a good 20%, was no longer of a size that her skirt had been designed to contain.  The zipper at the back had been pushed far down its track, and her skirt yawned open in the back – revealing a swath of dark wine colored satin fabric.

“Eeeek!” Danielle screamed and she immediately clasped both of her hands to cover the back of her skirt.  She started to back away from the crowd of people staring at her, but there were people all around her.  She could see the faces gradually receding from her as her head continued it upwards migration.  A cold chill on her belly distracted her.  She looked down.  To her horror she saw that the bottom of her knit top had now ridden nearly half way up her torso, leaving her belly naked.  The black fabric was stretched tightly across her chest, her breasts making two very attention drawing cones in it now.  

Rrrrrip   rrrrrrip.  The knit fabric of her top began tearing.  Her sleeves had ridden all the way up her forearm and now the woven fibers began to be pulled apart by the strain.  ZZZIIIIPPPP!  The pressure from her expanding torso yanked the zipper on her top down with force.  The magenta colored cups of a very pretty, new Victoria’s Secret came into view – delicate flowers and curlicues were stitched into purple fabric of the cups..  “OHHHHH!” Danielle gasped in sudden shock and embrarrassment and quickly covered her chest with her arms.  As she brought her arms forward – RRRRIIPPP – the strained fabric of her top rent down the back.  The two halves of the torn back opened like castle doors, revealing the lines of her smooth white shoulder blades and the straps and back band of her bra.  

The library had grown quiet again – impossibly quiet.  It was as if the entire audience of students was mesmerized by the show.  The only sounds to be heard were coming from Danielle.  Her breathing was becoming labored.  “Please – somebody help me.  Somebody, please, call the physics lab!” Danielle pleased, but she got no response.  “Damnit!  Somebody do something NOW!”  she screamed.  She looked around, searching desperately for a face that promised help.  But all she saw were staring faces showing a variety of expressions” fascination, uneasiness, amusement and. . . . lechery.  She noticed the unmistakable blank lust start from a group of men at a nearby table and her eyes followed theirs, scanning down her body.  Her eyes grew wide with horror as she looked down to see usually perfectly modest attire now radically changed.  She saw that she was now wearing a mini skirt that hugged her thighs desperately but ineffectually.  As she stared at her legs in mute horror, she saw her legs slowly lengthen, pushing her heright up inch by slow inch – and saw the hem of her mini-skirt slowly being dragged up her thighs, revealing inch by slow inch her dark burgundy half slip.  

She felt an odd tickling sensation on her legs.  Her eyes darted down.  The sheer nude nylon was being stretched too far, and runs began shooting up her stockings, disappearing into the darkness beneath her slip.  Danielle felt a cold sweat of fear break out on her forehead.  Shhrrripp!  SHHHRRIIP!  Her top continued to be torn apart by her burgeoning size.  Danielle desperately hugged the disintegrating rags of her top to her chest, trying to preserve her modesty, looking about her with a growing sense of panic.

BRRUUUPP!  The soft, barely audible sounds of the knit fabric of her top tearing were suddenly overridden by a much louder noise – the sound of a much heaver fabric being rent.  A hem in the side of her designer skirt shrieked its death throes, and a tear split her skirt from the hem two inches up her thigh.  Danielle screamed, tried to clutch the tear close with her hands.  As she did so, the tatters of her top fluttered to the floor, leaving her torso naked save for the pretty bra she was wearing.

Danielle’s mind filled with a primitive flight response and she ran for cover.  She fled past the astonished students, out through the immense library doors.  She was now 7 feet tall, but the great library doors sill easily accommodated her passage.  She dashed outside and found herself in broad daylight on the campus quad.  It was midafternoon on a Wednesday and the quad was full of students coming and going to class, reading on the lawn, and playing Frisbee.  But their attention was quickly drawn to the sight and sound of the commotion as a 7 foot tall woman wearing a purple bra, a ripped mini skirt stretched oddly over a long half lacy half slip bolted out of the library – running in her stocking feet.

“The physics lab!  The physics lab!” Danielle panted to herself, “I have got to find the physics lab!  But, which building is it!!??”  Danielle looked around the campus, desperately trying to remember where the physics building was.  As she looked around she could tell that she was still growing.  She was 7’ 2” now and could feel her elevation continuing with each passing second.  She ran over to a student sitting on the grass.  “Please,” she begged him, “can you tell me where the physics building is?  Its vital that I get there immediately!!  I’ll pay you – just, please, please tell me how to get to the physics building!”

The student started at her, mouth agape, stunned into silence.  Danielle’s temper snapped.  “What is wrong with you, are you retarded or something!!??”  Danielle saw the students eyes suddenly go wide and a grin appeared on his face.  BRRUUUP  BRRRUUUUP!!  Danielle gasped in horror as she felt the heavy fabric of her skirt tearing down from the base of the  back zipper.  “Oh NO!” she shrieked.  BRRRIIIIIPPPPP!  The skirt tore down one side.  Danielle grabbed hold of the other side, pinning it to her.  The flap of fabric hung ridiculously from one hip, looking like a poorly hung curtain.  “Oh my god!” she screamed as she looked down and saw that she was now approaching 8 feet tall and standing in the middle of the quad modeling her new Victrorias Secret lingerie for the admiration of the entire campus!

To be continued!!