"BLACKJACK!" Banning nudged his friend on the shoulder and tapped his cards as he looked expectingly at the dealer. Someone behind them gasped, but he was more interested in his winnings. "Give it up pops, where's my money?"

  The dealer was staring blankly forward, as if in trapped in a hypnotist's trance. His hands were folded neatly in front of him as they refused to pick up and hand over the chips that Banning had rightfully won.

  "Hey! Where's my money old-timer." He turned in his seat and pointed at the dealer with a thumb as he whispered to his friend. "Can you believe this guy? Finally drops a hand and now he's too cheap to pay up." Banning frowned as he didn't get an answer. "Donovan?"

  His friend Donovan was on his feet, his head staring in the same direction as the dealer's as his blonde hair blew gently in the casino's air conditioner. Somebody nearby screamed, probably after hitting sevens on one of the dollar slot machines.

  "What's going on? Someone hit it big at the roulette wheel?" Banning turned around and felt his jaw go slack. Plastic chips rained down to the ground as they dropped from his sweaty hand.

  A cocktail waitress set down a cold glass of bottled water on the table and was about to wait for her tip when she dropped her tray and the two beers that were on it before staring blankly at the spectacle before them all.

  Behind a row of progressive quarter machines, a middle-aged housewife opened another five-dollar roll of quarters and dumped them into her plastic bucket. Someone cried out nearby and she just rolled her eyes.

  "Someone else just hit it big." She dropped three quarters into her chosen machine and gripped the handle. "When will it be my turn?"

  The reels began to spin as she pulled downward. A single bar appeared, quickly followed by another. The third reel stopped on a blank space and she shook her head as the same woman who had cried out before did so again; this time with a deep and drawn out moan.

  "That's right, rub it in. Keep winning and make me feel bad."

  She pulled the lever again and a lone cherry popped up in front of her as she won her three quarters back. She sighed.

  Another moan, this one louder and sharper, sounded out from over the tops of the progressive machines.

  "Who the hell is that? The jackpot can't be that big." She glanced up and squinted over the tops of the tall slot machines. She cocked her head to one side as she tried to identify what she saw.

  Next to the dormant change light was, what appeared to be, a head of rich blonde hair. That would have been normal enough, except for the fact that it seemed to creeping higher into the air. She stood up to get a better view just as she heard another moan.

  The woman was huge. Almost a foot taller than the man who stood catatonic in front of her. People all around the nearby card tables had turned to watch. A young man sitting next to her had also stood to discover what was transpiring; he dropped his wallet as she moaned again.

  Nikki was panting, taking quick inhales that were punctuated with deep breaths that pulled her shirt open wider and wider still. Her shirt tightened about her neck and she reached up to tear the collar apart effortlessly. The tear quickly melded with the hole in the front and what remained of her shirt hung limply from her broad shoulders. She gazed down on the pirate guard and ran a moist palm over her breasts as she moaned once more.

  Another tearing sound brought the guard's attention back down to her pants. Both legs had broken free of their cotton prison and the front had just torn open. All that was left were a few fraying strips that dangled from a waistband that quietly stretched around expanding hips. Nikki moaned again, bending over slightly as waves of pleasure lightly coursed through her body; but his eyes remained on her lower body.

  The thinning silk of her underwear was lightly forcing it's way ever upward. A thick tuft of blonde fur was peeking out from around the edges of the shrinking fabric. A single, dark drop of Nikki's euphoria dripped lazily down the inside of her thigh as her body grew, the loving thong caressing the folds of her labia in experienced ways.

  She bent further forward, bracing herself with an oversized hand on the guard's shoulder. She took in one more breath that rended the fabric over her other shoulder and closed her eyes as she screamed. A salty tear squeezed out from beneath flitting lids as her underwear tore apart with a wet snap.

  The guard felt his knees buckle as Nikki stood back up to her full height. She let go of his shoulder and was looking down from over a foot and a half above him. She was taller than Kim once again, though not by much. The strong bulge of her upper arms broke through the thin sleeves of her shirt and the remaining tatters fell to the floor. All that remained of her former clothing were two taut waistbands and a number of strings dangling about her toned thighs.

  Nikki looked back down at Kim and they both smiled.

  Kim folded her long arms in front of her and used them to heave up her massive breasts. She pushed them to the guard's eye level and slowly waved them back and forth.

  He just stood, open mouthed and silent, shaking his head in rhythm with Kim's movements; the long nipples cutting the air in front of them. His head began to tilt upward as his incredible eyeful continued moving in that same direction.

  The tall ceiling allowed plenty of room for growth and Kim and Nikki continued their's unabated. Passersby began to stop and crowd around at the awesome spectacle of two naked women that stood at almost eight feet in height. Most were silent as the usual sound of gambling quieted down to hushed exclamations and the occasional shriek.

  Nikki stretched her arms up in the air, wondering how long it would be before she could run her fingers along the tile above her. Probably not that much longer. She shook her head and her short blonde hair tossed itself about.

  Kim stepped a little away from her friend as their growth had brought them closer together and she desired more room in which to grow. She looked up at one of the security domes attached to the ceiling and grinned. Her huge, freckled face appeared in all of it's black and white glory on a number of televisions in the small back room; but it went unnoticed by a sleeping employee.

  Nine feet tall.

  Nikki's head brushed against one of the crystal chandeliers dangling down from above the casino floor, she moved it with her hand and listened to the melodic jingling of the colliding shards echoing in her ears. Her fingers quickly caught her attention and she watched them as she expanded. They looked the same to her but they seemed huge in proportion to everything else around her; even her smooth and shining nails were growing along with her.

  Ten feet tall.

  Kim looked back down at the security guard whom she now towered over. She could stand next to him and he wouldn't even come up to the firm shelf made by her massive breasts. He was just staring at her in wonder and distant longing as she continued to grow.

  Twelve feet tall.

  People were crowding around in larger droves as they saw these gigantic women grow even bigger. Twice the size of any of them, they stared. Nikki turned to look at those behind her and accidentally knocked over an empty poker chair with a swinging arm. She smiled brightly as she knelt easily picked up the large metal and wooden seat and set it back up.

  Fifteen feet tall.

  Kim's head bumped against the ceiling and she shrieked, her dark brown eyes widening with delight. She hunched over slightly and kept growing; the muscles in her thighs tensed as they strained to maintain her pose. Soon, her broad shoulders were pressing against the ceiling as well; she bent her knees to allow herself more room. Nikki was doing the same thing as they smiled at each other, beaming with their new size.

  They kept growing.

  Nineteen feet tall.

  White chalk from the breaking tiles overhead began to rain down as they began to crumble under the building pressure from below. It sprinkled Kim's tan back with light powder and forced a few of the closer gawkers to cover their eyes. They looked down to see the women's growing feet dig into the carpeted floor as they grew heavier and pressed into the tall ceiling above.

  The security guard shook his head to clear his thoughts, a light sweat dripped over his face and he wiped it away with a trembling hand. Not only were these gorgeous women growing, but they were beginning to grow faster.

  Kim was still looking at him and he paled under her gaze. He backed up a step in order to get a slightly better view of the two and bumped into a cocktail waitress. She didn't notice that the three gin and tonics on her serving tray had fallen to the floor; the floor quickly stained wet as the glasses tumbled away with their ice still clanking against the rolling sides. She grabbed the security guard's shoulder and shook him in fright as she clutched him close to her.

  "Aren't you going to do anything about this!?!"

  Twenty-five feet tall.

  Nikki fell to her knees and sat straight up, a light tremor could be felt through the solid floor at the impact and a few of the younger men applauded at the sight of her firm breasts bouncing with her sudden movements. She was rubbing her supple neck and relieving the light stiffness that had developed from stooping over.

  The guard looked up and swallowed. Kim's arms were strong and sharply defined as she reached up braced herself against the lowering ceiling. The solid curve of her buttocks swelled outward as it tensed along with her legs as she was forced to stoop further and further forward. He stepped back closer and put his hands together as he tried to look as professional as was possible.

  "Uh, ladies?"

  Nikki looked down on the dwindling pirate. She was almost five times his size and it looked like she could reach down and play with his tiny body as if he were an oversized doll. He seemed soft and harmless, quite a change from how he had seemed not too long before. She smiled at him and took in a deep breath, watching his reaction with amusement.

  "What is it little man?"

  He shrugged.

  "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave the casino."

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