Nikki's smile gave way to a light laugh that quickly grew with vibrant intensity, her deep voice booming over the sounds of coins clanging into metal bins and the electronic tunes of singing slot machines throughout the rest of the casino.

  Somewhere around a nearby corner, Leon stopped celebrating after rolling a hard eight and perked his ears to the echoing sound of Nikki's merriment. He tapped his plastic chips together and shook his head as he picked up the dice for his next roll. Someone else at the table walked away to investigate.

  Thirty-three feet tall.

  Nikki's shoulders were pressing against the ceiling again, even while she was sitting firmly upon the ground. Cracks were forming in the plaster and particle board around her as she reveled in the sensation of her body pressing against it. There was a loud popping as a nearby pipe burst under the strain and water began to leak through; some of the torn wiring crackled and the lights began to dim.

  Nikki fell forward; the tiling that had been lifted up by her growing body fell loose from it's foundations and tumbled to the floor. She glared at the security guard through light blue eyes that sparkled with a furious intensity. He felt his stomach turn a quick somersault and he stood frozen.

  "Don't worry little man, we'll be leaving the casino soon enough." Nikki lifted up a long arm and gave him a firm push. It hit him in the chest with powerful force that sent him flying backward into the crowd.

  The cocktail waitress screamed.

  Forty-two feet tall.

  Nikki swung her legs in front of her, sending a number of onlookers diving to the ground; she leaned back as her legs and pointed toes continued to grow, stretching down the red carpet.

  Kim was on her hands and knees as she pushed rows of slot machines over with a gentle shove. She giggled as the heavy contraptions fell at her slightest touch; they cracked open, spilling shining coins over the floors and letting out their final rings as their lighted faces went dark.

  Gamblers jumped off of their stools and left their tables, scrambling to find the nearest exit. Parents picked up their children and ran with the rushing crowd as others stood blankly, trying to discover the cause of the growing hysteria.

  Leon drank the last of his bourbon and squinted, curious as to what everyone was so excited about. People had abandoned their machines and left their spots at the tables; some were running frantically while others were staring towards a place hidden to him by the wall he was walking towards.

  Someone screamed.

  A younger man ran past and almost knocked Leon over in his haste. He stopped at the craps table where Leon had been rolling and began to shovel chips into the pockets of his coat.

  Leon didn't notice or even hear as his attention became riveted on the giant foot that had suddenly appeared from around the corner.

  At first, the long toes peeked out from behind the wall. They were quickly followed by the tall arch and smooth heel and ankle. It was graceful and milky white; by all counts, a beautiful foot.

  It was just too damn big.

  The feminine foot was almost as long as Leon was tall and also appeared to be steadily growing larger, sliding across the floor while gaining in height. He looked at the polished gleam that shined from the nails with wide eyes as he stood in place like the other fools he had mocked moments earlier.

  It soon passed him, pushing a roulette table out of it's path with a wooden crash, and was replaced by an incredibly shapely and long leg. It was smooth and free from marring; even the pores were lost among it's perfection. The ankle was relatively thin, swelling into a firm calve that was as wide around as a large couch. Slightly farther away, the other foot and leg began to slide across the floor, pushing away errant furniture as it grew towards them.

  The shrill sounds of the screams around him were drowned out in his head as Leon just stared at the growing legs. The casino around him dimmed and his vision narrowed as he was unable to concentrate on anything but the awesome beauty of the legs before him.

  Suddenly, the one closest to him jerked and the shin hit him with full force. It knocked him backward onto the craps table he had been playing at and pulled the air right out of his body. Leon lapsed into unconsciousness.

  Nikki brought up her arm and hand to shield her face from the bits of plaster that refused to stop raining down from the crumbling ceiling. Her breasts, proud and firm domes that stood firm from her chest, were covered in the light chalk and she brushed at them lightly with slender fingers.

  A chandelier broke away from it's moorings and fell right onto Nikki's thigh. The pain made her flinch and she kicked involuntarily; it felt like her shin had connected with something and she glanced down towards her feet to find that she had taken out a good portion of one of the casino's walls. Chunks of wood and plaster littered the floor around her growing leg and she nodded in silent admiration.

  The unexpected demolition hadn't hurt her leg in the slightest.

  Kim's back was pressing against the ceiling again while she was still down on all fours. Her own shoulders were breaking through the flimsy cardboard-like material and she was being forced to lower her body downward. She felt the tips of her enormous breasts press into the rough carpet, the new support pushing her freckled globes forward. Her left foot slid under a change cart and overturned it. She felt one of the casino chandeliers sliding over the tanned skin of her backside, the crystal tickling her sensitive skin as she grew into it's space.

  Kim looked at Nikki.

  "I think it's time we grew upwards and not outwards."

  Nikki smiled and nodded. With that, she set her hands on the ground and began to stand up. What was left above her tore like tissue paper and crumbled around her gigantic body. Mortar and wood collapsed around her with resounding crashes as she fought to get to her feet.

  More of the casino's lighting flickered; a number of bulbs exploded, sending a beautiful shower of glittering sparks through the stale and recycled air. There was a muffled boom off in the distance as a circuit board overloaded, sending computers into electronic panic. Static began to ring out over a number of the overhanging speakers, punctuated with the shrill cry of feedback.

  Kim began to rise; pushing her shoulders into the hotel rooms above. She felt broken bits of stray plaster spilling down her back as she did and watched cheap hotel furniture fall quickly away as she broke through the floor beneath it. She was almost sitting up straight when her head struck the ceiling of the second floor.

  She looked over and saw Nikki easily tearing through it with her hands to give herself enough room to stand. Kim just smiled and started to unbend her legs, spreading them slightly apart before doing so.

  Near her knees, one of her admirers watched the neatly trimmed triangle of fur nestled in her crotch quickly appear before vanishing along with her wide hips as they crashed through what was left of the ceiling around her. She rested on the balls of her feet, her calves tensing as her heels remained in the air.

  Kim felt slight pressure against the top of her head for only a moment before the ceiling gave way, breaking into the casino's third floor.

  A bed frame split as her forehead crashed into it, spilling the mattress and a small table into the new hole beneath; and while her head made an impressive hole to begin with, her massive breasts required much more room to fit through. They crashed through another wall and an adjoining hotel room, flipping over a large dresser, as they refused to reshape themselves and squeeze through the opening her head had just made.

  Kim straightened her back and looked up, the ceiling of the third floor was but a few feet away and she smiled as she began to finish unbending her legs.

  Nikki had waited to do the same thing and they laughed again as they both crashed through another floor.

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  Adam was grumpy.

  He had been told vehemently by the management that the upper floor rooms were all currently occupied and that this one on the fourth floor was all they could give him. He had had a bad week and he knew he deserved something better than this small room so far below the penthouse suites.

  He shook his head in disgust.

  "I know they're lying."

  His girlfriend was still in the bathroom and had been in there for at least ten minutes. He suspected that she was doing it just to bug him on his weekend. Adam folded his arms across his chest and plopped himself down on the bed as he ranted to the plain white plane of the bathroom door.

  "There are probably plenty of rooms up there; they just don't want to take the time to check or to help out a hard-working man like me. I slave over my job all week and for what?"

  "All you do is sit at your little desk and play computer solitaire."

  Adam stood up and stared at the door in anger.

  "What was that? What?"

  "Nothing dear."

  He grimaced.

  "They have fifteen floors in this damn place for heaven's sake! They can't kick somebody out to help me? I make more money than most of the shleps staying here; I deserve better than they do!"

  The bed rumbled and the mattress creaked as it shifted along the floor. The reception on the muted television fuzzed out for a second as one of the lamps flickered. Adam squinted at it for a moment before scowling.

  "Did you feel that? It's probably those damn cannons going off in that stupid pirate show below." He stood up and shook his fist at the, still closed, bathroom door in impotent rage. "If we have to listen to that crap all night, I'm going to have a few words with the manager! When I'm done with him, he'll be begging me to stay in the guest room of his own house!"

  The bed shook again, this time violently; Adam almost fell backward back onto the stiff mattress. He was about to start ranting again when a sweet, fragrant scent caught him off-guard. It smelled faintly like a Calvin Kline fragrance; the kind he could afford but was too cheap to buy. He sniffed at the air about him, trying to discern it's origin.

  He didn't know it, but it was coming through the ventilation system.

  He turned back towards the door.

  "Honey? Are you wearing perfume?"

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