Ramirez sat on the tiled floor of her prison, glancing about the spacious and barren room. She was in, what appeared to be, a cargo bay. There were obvious spots that lacked the thick layer of dust where crates of supplies used to sleep. The cranes and chain pulleys that decorated the walls had been converted into a restraint system; her thick bonds were attached to them, all four sets, all eight cuffs, kept her secured in the chamber.

  She studied the placement of the attachments in the far wall. They were set in the outline of a box, dotting the corners of it. The lower side was set closer together with the ones above set further apart. She shuddered as she contemplated the purpose of it.

  She fidgeted her legs on the ground, nervously spreading them apart as she continued to glance around. What remained of her clothing was on the floor next to her. Her body had continued to grow, tearing through the last of it's straps and ruining her cover about twenty minutes earlier. She was now around ten feet in height by her reckoning; almost twice as tall as she used to be. She looked so powerful, her body lean and muscular, but she never felt so helpless.

  There didn't seem to be any windows, the only lights were shining down from the ceiling over fifty feet above. The corners were barren of security cameras and the only doors were thick sheets of solid metal. Ramirez was alone.

  She took a deep breath; she could feel the skin of her full breasts expanding as they lifted with her chest. Her fingers slowly moved downward as she nibbled on her lower lip. She ran them over the firm ridges of her toned stomach, shuddering as they grazed the tip of her navel. A gasp escaped her as she suddenly felt the warm fur of her crotch and the moist and excited flesh below.

  Her body cried out with silent joy as she lovingly entered herself, caressing the quivering folds with a masterful touch. Her torrid thoughts raced through her sexual fantasies, centering on Robert, her stallion. The heated passion as they made love beneath thick furs surrounded by the yellow flames of candles and sputtering lamps. Their glistening bodies melding together as Robert held her in his powerful arms, Ramirez squeezing his waist with her toned legs, as they mated over and over again, standing in a steaming shower. Staring at one another as they exercised in the Necronomicon's gym, sweat covering their muscular bodies as she curled thick metal weights and he flexed his chest on a pectoral machine.

  But she kept coming back to one aspect in all of these fantasies. She began to grow. Her breasts blooming outward as her workout clothing burst off of her in the gym with shrill tearing. The fur blankets lifting away from her legs as they stretched out from beneath them, knocking over candles and tables as she grew. Her wide back and posterior pressing against the frosted glass of the shower as her body expanded in the diminishing stall, cracking the fragile door as she stood taller and stronger. All the while Robert watched entranced, rubbing his shrinking body against her as she loomed over his tiny form. The feeling of power, the rush of control, the incredible euphoria of it all as she knew she would only grow bigger and bigger.

  The only set of doors, set in the far wall, hummed as they opened, the rotors grinding to pull the thick gates apart. Ramirez jerked her hand up, her body shaking as it clung to it's trembling high. She picked up the leather scraps of her torn clothing and draped them over her sensitive areas. She turned towards the door to hide her bare backside, draping an arm over her full breasts. She became flush, her skin warming with fear, as she waited for someone to walk into her cage.

  She saw the cart first, a long flat bed floating on anti-gravity plates. It was loaded with crates and boxes, all of them labeled with with various papers. It was being pushed by a woman wearing a long lab coat. She was tall, over six feet in height that was accentuated with heels. She was thin and not extremely attractive, but she had an intellectual air about her that gave her a mild and quiet cuteness.

  Even with her size, Ramirez found her tiny, vulnerable. She kept her face stoic, hiding the military-style planning.

  The woman stopped about fifteen feet in front of her; Ramirez knew that she stood beyond the limit of her restraints. They looked at each other for a few uncomfortable moments, before the newcomer broke the silence.

  "I ... I thought you might be hungry."

  Ramirez just stared. She tensed her muscles, calculating the risks and gains of subduing her target while preparing to strike.

  "I'm uh ... I'm sorry I have to do this." She reached into the pocket of her coat, pulling out a long and black remote control. The large red button flashed as she pressed it and the chains began to retract as a hidden motor reeled them back through the wall.

  Ramirez looked back suddenly at the disappearing shackles. She leaped forward, rising to her incredible size and lunging toward her persecutor, startling the poor woman into falling back. She could see the dark blue of her eyes through the thick lenses of her glasses as the metal of her bonds pealed as they went taut. Ramirez growled, her face feral as she fought the retreating chains. Every muscle in her body stood out in stark relief as she dropped the shreds of clothing and fought the inevitable. Her toes dug into the cold floor, her calves and thighs stiff with power. Her thick arms bulged, slowly pulling backward as her shoulders drew closer. She gave out one last cry and stumbled back.

  Ramirez soon found herself pressing against the wall, the length of her heated body chilled by the cold concrete. Her arms were stretched out and upward, tight as the chains pulled as far as they could. Her legs were slightly apart, her ankles trapped in their position. She was all too helpless once more, naked and on display. She breathed in shuddering gasps, the muscles of her chest fluttering.

  The woman picked herself up, brushing off the back of her coat and putting the control back in her pocket. She adjusted her glasses and started pushing the cart forward again.

  "That's why I had to do that."

  "Please let me go."

  "I ... I can't. You know I can't." She pressed on a lever by her foot and the cart lowered to the floor, settling down with rush of wind. "I'm Dr. Prince, by the way. Well, I'm not a doctor technically; I still have another year of being a med student. But the military is treating me well and I'm sure I'll do my residency here, pretty bizarre as it is. Do you have a name?"

  Ramirez took a deep breath and held her chin up high, staring at the ceiling. Prince shrugged.

  "I didn't think so. I've brought you some food. I figured you'd want something to eat. I have some new clothing here for you too. You can put it on after I leave." She walked closer, visually swallowing with each carefully placed step. Her eyes trailed up Ramirez's body, the firmness of her stomach and the grandeur of her chest. The giantess looked down and caught her gaze with her own. Dr. Prince mashed her lips together as she looked down. "You're so ... big. There's so much ... of you."

  Ramirez squinted, unsure of what to make of this woman before her. She only stood as high as her navel, despite her own great height. Prince's head slowly began to rise, her eyes stopping on the dark nipples that topped the shining skin of Ramirez's taut breasts.

  "I'm always around people who are smaller than me. To have to look up to someone ... who's so ... big, it's very ... stimulating."

  "What are you doing?"

  Prince backed up nervously, her face suddenly red. She crossed her arms in front of her and turned away, unable to look at the incredible amazon as she spoke.

  "You ... you're okay. I mean the shackles aren't too tight?"

  "I guess they're okay."

  "Good, because I can take off the smaller ones and attach the chains to the larger set. That's what I'm here for; to help Dr. Moby and make sure you and the other ... giant ... are comfortable."

  "Dr. Moby?"

  Dr. Prince was quiet for a moment, her head cocked in slight thought.

  "He's the lead scientist here at Quayle's. He's working on your friend now. He should be here to work with you soon."

  Ramirez bit her lip as she closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath.

  "What are they doing with my friend?"

  Prince quickly turned back to face her. She had adopted an innocent expression as she tugged on one of her fingers, apparently as a nervous gesture.

  "You really should eat something; you're going to need your strength ... for the ... tests."

  "What ... what tests?"

  The woman stood there for a few more seconds, not even blinking, and then turned to walk away.

  "Please! What's going on? What are you going to do to me?"

  She pulled the remote back out of her pocket and pressed it's button as the doors to the cell opened. Ramirez felt the chains begin to go slack and she stumbled forward. She watched the doors close behind Dr. Prince and she could have sworn she heard a piercing and anguished scream break the still air just as they sealed.

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