The bed immediately flipped over as Nikki's head burst through the floor beneath it. The snapping boards tossed it aside with ease and it sent the mattress and the vacationing couple's unpacked bags flying into a wall. Adam could hear the thick carpet tearing apart as he saw her blonde hair shine through it in the dim lamplight; he tumbled to the ground as it shifted upward beneath his, once stable, feet.

  The room began to crash down around him. He saw her blue eyes as they cleared the edge of the hole, quickly followed by a thin nose and pouting lips. Her face had a pale glow that accentuated high cheek bones and healthy skin.

  Behind the far wall, deep rumblings signaled that Kim had also broken into the floor.

  "HI!"

  Adam couldn't say a word. He just stared as her light pink lips broke open into a gleaming smile. The ground beneath him was uneven as the girls' growth had weakened it severely. It dipped and swayed as if it were a rolling sea, quickly leading to swiftly flowing river rapids. He looked up and saw that the top of her head was quickly approaching the ceiling.

  "WELL, BYE!"

  Her white-blonde hair pressed against the plaster above and it creaked. In half-a-moment, it cracked, easily giving way, and she continued upward unabated. Adam watched as her eyes disappeared through the new hole, her full lips still smiling. He ran around her long neck and headed for the bathroom door, the deafening sound of the room falling apart around him drowning out his own screams. He pounded his fists on the door in maniacal terror, kicking the hard wood with as much force as he could muster. The ground buckled underneath him, then exploded.

  Nikki's shoulder replaced the floor as it tore through the steel girders and cement casings like they was nothing more than aluminum foil. Adam was tossed up into the air, a cloud of debris surrounded him as he tumbled back down. He landed near the nape of her slender neck and he desperately scrambled to find something to grasp hold of as she continued to grow; he felt the soft skin spreading beneath his fingers, sliding over his palms as the the surface slowly increased in size.

  Adam held on as best as could, rolling over her skin as her body shook with each piece of the building she broke through; but as her shoulder climbed higher, his hand lost it's grip and he began to slide though the gaping hole down her smooth back.

  He bumped over one of her shoulder blades and slipped between them, picking up speed as he fell. He passed through the third floor and into the second where the plush arch of Nikki's posterior slowed his descent and threw him onto the remains of a torn mattress, the yellow stuffing covered his face as he felt a sharp spring dig into his side.

  Adam coughed as he tried to clear his eyes with the back of his hand. There was another boom as a table and a few of it's chairs fell downward. The dim lamps that illuminated the floor above disappeared and he looked up to see what was blocking the light.

  With a raucous crash, the soft curves that had stopped his fall hit the ceiling and tore the spacious opening a whole lot wider; they deformed only slightly as they pushed through the remaining concrete and steel.

  Adam put up his arms to protect himself from falling debris. His body was plastered with white dust and clotting blood where he had been struck by a pieces of sharp, shower tiling.

  Nikki's legs and stance were growing wider and she shifted their position for comfort. As she did, her thigh collided into the floor beneath Adam's mattress and it collapsed. He tumbled forward as the world tilted again, smashing into the long wall of gorgeous leg and rolling down it to the casino level. He landed on his back and felt the wind leave his body.

  Adam struggled to cough, fanning away the rain of light rubble that was still filtering down. He felt something pressing against his side, slowly pushing itself underneath his body and lifting him up off the ground. Adam wiped his eyes and opened them a little to see Nikki's expanding feet that were still growing unimpeded and trying to take him along with them.

  Adam was too tired and too hurt to try and move. He just laid there on his new bed of long toes as they rippled larger; slowly raising him back upward.

  Back up on the fourth floor, his girlfriend had discovered that the plumbing in the bathroom didn't seem to function properly. She tapped on the sink faucet for a few seconds before taking off the headphones of her walkman with a frown. She opened the door just in time to see one of Nikki's firm and round nipples knocking the television off of the large, hotel dresser as it rose upward.

  She quickly feinted.

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  "Hello? Housekeeping here. Hello?"

  Matilda knocked on the door a few more times and looked down the vacant halls of the seventh floor of the Treasure Island. One of the chandeliers flickered as the lights suddenly brightened before tapering down to a dim glow that painted the dark walls with an eerie luminescence.

  She sighed before looking back at the closed hotel door. There wasn't a tag hanging from the doorknob and she didn't know if that meant that the room was occupied by sleeping tenants or not.

  Matilda hated jobs like these. No one ever had the common courtesy to use that little 'Do Not Disturb/Housekeeping Please' markers before they left. Each room had one, but people were more interested in gambling and the honor bar than in helping out the maids.

  The floor trembled slightly beneath her, but she was too perturbed to notice.

  "All right, here I come." She began to flip through her ring of cards, stopping when she came to a blue one with a piece of masking tape that had a big '7' written in black felt marker. "You better not be naked in there or anything." She slipped it into the card reader and waited for the red locking light to turn green. She heard a click and saw her signal; Matilda slowly opened the door.

  "UGH!" Her eyes went wide with horror at the spectacle that appeared before her. "What a mess!"

  Both beds in the room had been turned over, the frames were stacked against each other as a crude fort and the mattresses were being used as a barricade against the door that connected this hotel room with the one next door. The sheets were soaked in cheap beer and had been stapled to the ceiling as they dripped warm foulness into small puddles on the carpet. The desk and tables were covered in empty cans and a few strewn bottles. Beneath a half-filled bottle of Milwaukee Light were two dollars and the marker with the 'Housekeeping Please' side up.

  "Damn college kids."

  A pile of souring towels was fouling up one corner. Most of the bathroom tiling had lost their light tan color, being stained the color of burned sealant. The shower curtain had been pulled down and was dangling out the window; sprawled across it, in large white letters, were the words 'TROJANS RULE.' The soap and several shampoo bottles were floating in the toilet.

  Another deep rumble shook the room but Matilda mistook it for another bout of her own seething rage.

  "And of course, they expect Matilda to clean it up." She slapped a flat palm against her chest as she turned to walk back towards her cart and get some disinfectant.

  Something began to crackle in front her. Matilda looked around in fear, expecting to see a hotel patron trying to sneak up on her. College kids were always playing practical jokes.

  But she was stunned to see a lump forming in the carpet of the hallway. Her cleaning cart tilted to one side, the supplies and plastic bottles sliding across the metal shelf, skidding off and tumbling down to the ground. The lump expanded quickly to reach both walls and rose up to a height of about a foot before the fabric gave way and tore; the cart fell over from the sudden jerking and mops and brushes spilled all over the ground.

  Matilda backed up into the hotel room as her eyes widened. She felt her jawline begin to tremble and she almost tripped over an errant beer can. The air suddenly had a light, tangy taste and she shook her head emphatically as she couldn't accept what she saw next.

  Poking through the new hole in the floor were, what looked like, giant fingers. Their long nails pierced through the thick carpeting easily and quickly reached up towards the ceiling where they dug into the tangles of one of the decorative chandeliers. A picture fell off the wall and the cheap frame snapped into several pieces. There was a loud burst as a cable snapped, sending sparks across the papered walls.

  Matilda screamed as her world rumbled around her.

  The entire hand groped about in the hallway, searching around for something it didn't know it wanted. The supple wrist appeared, the skin smooth and tanned as the hand seemed to grow before her eyes. The arm continued to rise through the hole; until the palm started to press against the ceiling, the fingers slowly rippling longer and covering more and more of the cracking tiles.

  There was a pause as the hand braced itself for it's continued ascent; concrete began to spill away from the forearm as it brushed against the edges of the hole it had created. Then, with a thundering boom that rained a storm of debris into the hallway and hotel room, the giant fingers pushed their way through and upward into the eighth floor. A hallway table and potted, silk fern spilled down, the blue pottery shattering as it hit the ground one floor beneath it.

  Matilda covered her eyes and coughed as her lungs burned in the cloud of masonry dust. She fell backward, feeling sharp pain as it shot through her spine at the hard impact. A lamp fell off it's perch and hit her leg with ample force. There was another rumbling emanating from the floor before her and the deafening sound of a giant explosion as the carpet split apart with protruding steel beams and chunks of concrete. It spewed out another thick cloud that blinded her once more. She could hear the patter of loose pebbles rattling against any hard surface they could find as the dust began to clear; it was punctuated with a loud cracking as the door frame broke apart and she opened her terrified eyes.

  Through the milky haze, Matilda saw the side of an enormous woman's head as it quickly ascended into the ruined room. Her brunette hair was remarkably clean for having smashed through seven floors; it was curled behind a perfect ear and the bangs kept away from dark brown eyes. The lightly wrinkled nose and beaming smile betrayed the fact that, whoever it was, was enjoying themselves immensely.

  The giantess began to giggle. Her body tingled with the sensation of her body swelling against an entire building; every inch of her skin was being pressed against an incredible firmness that could not withstand her growing power. She turned slightly, feeling her broad shoulders twist and crash through more of the floors below. She opened her mouth and let out a moan that shook the whole room.

  She continued to grow. Her arm was still pushing it's way upward out in the hall as her head pressed against the ceiling of the hotel room. It easily gave way and Matilda screamed again as bits of tiling poured down upon her. Darkness enveloped her and all she could hear was the sound of the world crumbling apart around her and the overlying melody of the giant woman's laughter.

  She felt the ground sink beneath her, dropping almost a foot, and she tasted blood as the nerves on her tongue cried out after being bitten. The tremors returned, far worse than those she had experienced before, and she vainly tried to grab hold of something, anything that would grant some support, some reprieve.

  Matilda watched the scenery around start to drift downward as the floor suddenly became soft and slightly yielding. She looked down to see the wide curves of a giant feminine arm as it crashed through the floor. It suddenly lifted skyward as the muscle tensed and she heard another floor disintegrating as the hand attached to it burst through it's next barrier.

  Her hands could barely find any purchase on the humongous bicep. She held on for a few moments, screaming for aid that no one could give. She began to hear a metallic creaking over the sounds of architectural decay. She looked up to see her push cart laying on it's side near the, still tilting, inner arm of the giantess. It slipped towards her a foot and stopped, dumping over a few rolls of toilet paper that struck Matilda about her face.

  She closed her eyes from the light impact and heard the cart's friction give way to gravity. It flipped over, end-over-end, falling towards her at increasing velocity. The bulk of the metal wagon collided into her and she was sent tumbling down with it into the deep void below.

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