Shawn looked at himself in the mirror. His sports coat was clean and freshly pressed, going well with the new pair of slacks he had purchased earlier that day.

  He brought a hand up to his mouth and breathed into it, sniffing his palm and doing his best to find any hint of onion and garlic from the sandwich he had eaten for dinner. There didn't seem to be any, but he popped in a peppermint tic-tac just to be on the safe side.

  The top button of his shirt was unfastened and he undid the one below to see how it would look. Shawn grinned at his reflection.

  "Looking good there Shawny boy. The ladies are going to have a special treat for themselves tonight." He pointed at the mirror and gave the suavest look he could muster. "Yes sir, I'll be fucking every one of you in an hour."

  He winked.

  Shawn deserved this little vacation; he had had a rough past couple of days and he felt that he needed to get away for a little while. It had all started with a rough date with a woman he had met at work. He had made it a point never to date anyone from Nordstrom's; well, maybe his supervisor Evelyn. But there was just something about Sara that he knew he had to have.

  What a mistake that turned out to be. All he did was get the slightest bit physical and she decked him one. He had paid for such an extravagant evening and instead of putting out, she put him out.

  Shawn flicked a piece of lint off of his jacket, remembering what the cleaning bill for it was after Sara sent him sprawling through the garbage, the bitch.

  He was about to hop into his Camero and visit his cousin Wendy after the whole embarrassing ordeal; he couldn't go back to work after that. Maybe he would have gotten a chance to see her friend Kristina, or even Rachel; they were all gorgeous. But they turned him down too, the bitches.

  Las Vegas was the next best alternative. A great place to blow off some steam and maybe get to pinch the ass of a showgirl or two.

  The hanging light near the television flared for a moment and then went dark. He heard the filament snap and jingle around the bottom of the bulb.

  "What the?"

  He walked over to the side wall and began to run his hands over the wall, searching for the switch. He began to fiddle with the fixture, fiddling with the knobs until the desk light brightened up the hotel room.

  "There, that's more like it. Cheap Vegas lighting," Shawn went back to the mirror, fixing his cufflinks as he shook his head, "things are so much more reliable in San Diego. And you," he nodded again, "you handsome devil, it's time to rustle up some action."

  He arched his eyebrows and pointed to himself innocently.

  "Are you talking to me, miss? You must be, there's no one else worth looking at at this party besides me ... and yourself, of course."

  Shawn wrapped his arms around the air in front of him and smiled.

  "Let's you and I retire up to my suite for some champagne and candlelight. And to show you just what pleasures await you," he closed his eyes and leaned forward; his pink tongue splayed out from between wide open lips as he slurped at the nothingness before him.

  The ground began to shake beneath his feet, light tremors that rattled the glass of the television and sent the bowl of strawberries he had ordered earlier sliding off it's table. Shawn opened his eyes as the tremors stopped, his tongue retracting into the broad smile that was across his face.

  "And that was with my shoes on."

  He winked once more and picked his wallet up off of the bed, oblivious to the red stain that was forming in the carpet from underneath an overturned fruit bowl. He checked to make sure he had the key card to his room before opening the door and stepping out into the hallway.

  The air had a tangy taste that caused the hair on his arms to stand on end. Shawn just shrugged and walked towards the elevator. He heard the loud chime of it's arrival on his floor and he picked up his pace to try and catch it. He hadn't gone three steps when he heard it chime again. After another moment, it rang a third time. As he rounded the corner, the ground shook again and he had to grab hold of the wall to steady himself. The elevator chimed again and he stared at the metal doors.

  Each time the bell sounded the elevator would open slightly, about enough to see the black, rubber padding behind the metal, and then closed again. A few seconds later, the cycle began anew.

  Chime.

  Open slightly.

  Close.

  Another tremor, a rougher one this time, knocked him to the ground. A nearby table collapsed, spilling potting soil and a fake plant across the carpeting.

  "What the hell is going on?" Shawn struggled to get back to his feet. His wide eyes suddenly locked in a state of shock when the fire alarm began to ring. The shrill beeping set his nerves ablaze and he ran toward the elevator, frantically pressing the call button. "I've got to get out of here!"

  The elevator doors closed and rested silent for a moment. Then the chime sounded one last time as sparks flew from the lighted arrow, causing him to shield his eyes from the sudden discharge. He heard the doors fully opening as the ground began to shake again.

  Shawn looked up to see a wall of pale skin filling up the void where the interior of an elevator car should be. A dark cable was dangling down from above it and it was slowly traveling upward. He looked up the shaft to see it sliding along, what appeared to be, a giant, female shoulder. She was thin, but lithe, and she was growing bigger.

  The floor buckled again. There was thundering crash and debris began to tumble down whatever space it could find around her body. A few errant chunks of rubble spilled onto the carpet, forcing Shawn to roll out of their path. He perked his ears up as he heard a peculiar sound over the cremation of the Treasure Island around him.

  It was the distinct sound of someone rubbing their palm over the surface of an overfilled balloon; it filled his ears with growing fervor and rising intensity. He looked back towards the elevator to see the top of the firm dome of her enormous breast trying to squeeze through the thinning shaft. What had grown through, was bulging upward as the floor of level 11 pressed into her incredible flesh.

  The metal of the elevator door frame buckled, bending upward as it slowly lost it's battle against the swelling giantess. Something popped and a broken screw flew up into the air as the whole thing began to creak madly. The floor underneath Shawn began to arch upwards, rising from the breast that was starting to tear through.

  He fell backwards, doing what he could to escape the snapping of metal and stone. The carpet atop it tore, a long rip jagging it's way from the elevator door frame to Shawn's kicking feet. A chunk of concrete poked through, pushing it's way upward until it was free from the thick fabric and tumbled loosely down the growing mound.

  The chest of the giantess was still trying to travel upward, the breast pulling down slightly as the broad shoulders forced their way into higher levels. Sparks flew about the elevator shaft, lighting and tickling the sensitive, pale skin. Her laughter echoed through the thundering hallway.

  With a ear-shattering roar, the firm globe of her gargantuan breast crashed through fragile floor. It filled the empty space before Shawn with it's plush roundness. Her nipple was pink and wide and the tip pointed at him accusingly. He was humbled and shamed in it's magnificent presence.

  It jiggled slightly as she giggled again. She continued to grow and her breast soon began to press against the ceiling once more. A chandelier broke from it's moorings and came crashing down to the ground as Shawn threw his hands over his face.

  Something cracked and stone began to rain down from the crumbling ceiling. A large chunk smashed into his forearm, breaking it in two places as he cried out in agony. As his wail tapered down, dust coated his body and the giantess suddenly leaned forward.

  Her breast cleared out a wide expanse of ceiling above him as the toned wall of her tensed stomach quickly rushed forward. Shawn screamed again but was silenced as he was crushed between her solid flesh and the wall that quickly gave way behind him. His battered body plunged downward with the falling debris of a building losing it's struggle.

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  Reeve Vinn sat in his huge leather chair and reclined as he stared out at the scenic panorama of his office window. The strip was laid out before him and it's electric beauty never failed to take his breath away.

  He looked down at the wide expanse of Caesar's Palace. A giant, gray stone beauty that was filled with marble and polished brass. The lush greenery of it's great gardens was dotted with white statues and small spotlights. He saw the long walkways that led to the Forum shops and it's day-like skyline and the giant globe of it's Omnivax theater.

  Across the street, a little farther down Las Vegas Boulevard, was the Paris. The giant replica of the Eiffel Tower jutted from the top of the casino as lights shined upon it from all directions. Cars and taxis pulled into the front driveway to be taken away by valets in French costumes.

  Reeve just scoffed and turned his head back forward.

  Beyond the highrise of the Emperor's tower, a new set of hotel rooms built to accommodate Caesar's guests, was the largest and most expensive Hotel and Casino Las Vegas had to offer. True, it would be outdone one day by someone with a lesser vision than he; but now, Reeve nodded in deep admiration at the beautiful gem of the City of Lights.

  His gem.

  The Bellagio was his newest and greatest creation and he loved it with a deep, resounding passion. It was surrounded by a giant lake that sported a gorgeous water show that was set to various pieces of classical music. The hotel itself was an architectural masterpiece of marble sculpted into towering arches and domes. Where the Treasure Island, his unappreciative wife's favorite of his hotels, was built with the entire family in mind, the Bellagio was crafted just for the sole pleasure of those that could fully appreciate it. Children were not allowed inside.

  Reeve nodded again and looked around his office.

  All of his hotels had an office for his personal use, including the Bellagio, but the one he had here at the Mirage was his favorite; now more so, because of the new and improved view. The floors were draped in rugs from the orient and the air was fragranced with palms and flowers from African jungles. One wall was dominated by a huge aquarium that was set into it. It was filled with colorful and exotic fish that floated about in an underwater wonderland. It was almost identical to the aquarium that was set in the Mirage's lobby, except his had sharks swimming in it.

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