"Oh god, IT NEVER ENDS!" She heard the faint sound of the screen door opening and closing as her boyfriend called out.

  "They're gone baby." Greg came back to see her slouched against the counter, not as much of a commanding presence as she was before, though still more formidable than she normally was for some strange reason. But not to the point that he was as intimidated as he was a little while ago. He folded his arms and smiled the cockiest smile he could muster as he leaned against a counter of his own. "Say Laura, why don't you cook up something good and we'll watch a movie or something." Laura looked down at her shoes, they were stained with floor cleaner and were cramping her ankles.

  "Okay, I'll start making ... wait, no," she looked up and turned to face Greg, "you listen to me you little bastard. I've had one fucking, rotten day and I'm not going to be pushed around any longer. For as long as I remember I've been catering to everyone around me and I'm not going to take it any more." Greg took a step back, he couldn't help but feel frightened by her sudden rush of assertiveness, and there was something else about her that made him uneasy. Laura was looking him straight in the eye and she was supposed to be a good three inches shorter than he was.

  "Uh, Laura...," he looked down to see if she was standing on her tiptoes during her tirade and was alarmed to see that not only were her feet planted firmly on the ground, but he could see her ankles where her cuffs had begun to creep up her legs. The white fabric of her shoes were puffing outward and the laces were pulled taut across the top of the tongue in it's thinning crisscross pattern. His eyes shot back up to her face when he felt her finger whip up to point at him accusingly.

  "And another thing, I will not be your personal maid who cleans up after you and cooks meals for you whenever you please. I am a human being who deserves respect and I think it's time I got what was damn well due to me!"

  Her breasts were beginning to fill out more of her t-shirt as they swelled underneath the fabric. They lifted the bottom of her shirt up past the unbuttoned top button of her jeans, exposing her thin waist and soft navel, and pulled the cotton across her back; the outline of her bra starting to stand out. A soft popping sound could be heard as it snapped, the clasping ends slowly sliding away from each other beneath the tightening shirt. Laura took a couple of deep breaths, relieved to be free of the pressure in her chest; each one slowly lifting the lower hem over and back down the visible muscles of her stomach. She opened her eyes and glanced slightly down upon Greg.

  He took a step back as her shoes began groaning under the strain of her growing feet. The leather split open on one of them and the white cotton of her sock peeked through the hole in the side; the tear lengthened and the laces began to break, releasing her foot. In a matter of seconds the other shoe followed suit and she grew out of her ruined sneakers.

  Laura's jeans were growing tight around her widening hips, the denim squeezing her pelvis with increasing firmness. The lower cuffs could no longer move upward because they could not get past her expanding calves. One of them began to rip open at the same time the second button on her pants did; an old pair of faded panties appeared beneath the spreading flaps. The next button below started to pull at it's opening.

  Greg looked up to see the top of her head inching it's way upward. Laura's shirt had risen above midriff and was wrapped tightly around her now massive breasts; stretched so thin that their tan color was beginning to shine through it. The solid domes of each were poking out with their tips as they tried to pierce the translucent fabric with their firmness. The collar had torn, her chest pulling apart a hole and extending it to the thick weave around her neck, revealing an incredible abundance of cleavage. She looked at her hands and marveled at how long her fingers were and how powerful they seemed. As she inspected her arms and pulled them in front of her to better view them, the back of her shirt ripped from the bottom up to the shoulders and began to hang loosely in front of her while still clinging around her upper arms. She quickly grabbed it to use as a cover for her huge proportions.

  "Laura, what the hell is happening to you?" Greg was stunned, she was about seven feet tall now and jutting out in all directions. Her shoulders stood out sharply and her jeans could barely containing her giant thighs. She was just as surprised as Greg as she continued to observe her transformation.

  "I don't know," Laura saw the frightened expression on his face and her wonder turned to delight, "but it scares you and I think ... NO! I KNOW I like that."

  She brought up her arms and flexed them. Her toned biceps tore through the tattered remains of her sleeves and her shirt drifted down to the ground. She stood proud with her hands on her hips as she laughed, her voice booming through the kitchen and startling Greg something fierce. He stumbled back against the counter in shock as her burgeoning confidence added to her growing stature.

  Her socks were the next to go as her feet overcame the flimsy cotton material and burst their way through; the scattered pieces flipped away from her skin as her toes broke free. Laura's jeans began to falter around her thighs and they split at the seams, her long and powerful legs ripping through the blue denim as though it were thick tissue paper. The left over strips of cloth that hung from her waist began to drop away one-by-one as the waistband snapped and fell to the floor. The panties she was wearing tightened in the crotch. She gave out a light cry of pleasure and Greg gazed down to see them slipping their way into her sensitive folds; becoming slightly damp with her arousal as they pinched into her expanding crevices. A single drop escaped from it's prison and darkened her tan leg with a thin streak. Her body shuddered again and the thinning lace broke over one leg. The front of it fell down to drape over her left thigh, exposing her growing womanhood that twitched from the sensation and release.

  "Ooo...," she was startled when her head bumped into the low ceiling. Laura was forced to bend over, looming over Greg as her body continued to expand. As her leg tensed, what was left of her clothing tore and fluttered to the ground. Her firm posterior flared out behind her, straining as it aided in keeping her long torso and magnificent breasts in the air above his head. The same breasts that were, moments before, a soft and comfortable palm full and now stood large, taut, and defiant. They hung from her broadened shoulders and rested over a stomach that was tight with hardened and well-defined muscle that was long, smooth and undeniably feminine. Greg looked up into Laura's face to find a disturbing grin and wide, green eyes that sent further chills through his body. He turned on a wobbly heel and started to run for the front door, almost tripping after hitting a chair in his haste.

  "Oh no you don't," she reached out and grabbed him by the shoulder with an arm that refused to jiggle from enfeeblement.

  Greg winced at the power she exerted on him; the hand that held him was twice the size of his own and was yanking him backward.

  By now, Laura's shoulders were pressing against the ceiling and cracks were beginning to form in the plaster. A thin, web-like pattern spread out behind her and little motes of white dust sprinkled around them. To avoid damaging the building, she dropped to her knees and the ground shook lightly from the impact. Her long legs bent smoothly as she sat upon her feet beneath her. Greg was also forced down to his knees by the sheer weight and power of his enraged and giant girlfriend.

  "Laura, please don't hurt me," Greg was near tears, his body trembled in fear and slight bodily harm. "I never meant to mistreat you or be difficult, nothin' like that baby."

  Her eyes widened at his tactless words. With a light push, she shoved him backward on to his rear and pointed a long finger at his face.

  "DON'T," she commanded, "call me baby!"

  Greg closed his eyes shut and covered his head with flailing arms.

  "You don't deserve the right." Laura looked around the kitchen, she dwarfed everything around her as it looked like she had stopped growing; topping out at around twelve feet in height. An open window let a cool wind blow through the room; it tickled her bare skin and caused goose bumps to form up and down her arms and legs. Suddenly, she felt something else start to grow. A hunger deep inside of her that had been neglected for far too long; a ravenous hunger that demanded to be satisfied. She looked down at her captive, an eyebrow cocked as a smile began to creep over face.

  "In fact," her grin went from ear to ear and Greg felt like feinting, "I think it's time someone serviced me for a change." Laura gazed at her diminished surroundings, the white plain above her cracked with lines radiating from the large holes made by her shoulder blades. She grimaced. "But first," the pressure over Greg's arm increased as she pulled him a little closer, "let's go to a more comfortable room." He felt her warm breath drift over him as she spoke, "frankly I never found the kitchen all that appealing."

  She pushed Greg into the living room. Laura kept a firm grip on his elbow and he was pulled back towards her as she struggled to fit through the opening. He looked up to see her shuffling forward on her knees, slipping one bent leg through at a time. Her full breasts grazed against the door frame and the swollen tips flicked back to perky readiness as they brushed by the white wood.

  "Let me go Laura, this is scaring the hell out of me. If it's okay, I'll just go stay at Bill's tonight and we can work this out tomorrow," he tried his best to shrug with the restraint clasped to one of his limbs, "or if you'd like, we'll talk about this next week and you can have the place to yourself so you can calm down."

  She gave him a gentle shove and he toppled backward.

  "Shut up you little piece of shit."

  Greg took a second to recognize his sudden freedom as he concentrated on the stinging that was radiating from his tailbone. When he did, he tried to turn over, jump to his feet and make a break for the door. But before he had the chance to stand up, Laura grabbed him by the shoulder again and forced him back down to the ground. He clawed at the hand squeezing him with little success; her long and thin fingers were akin to steel under his helpless attempts.

  "I can't believe I put up with you for as long as I did," she shook her head in self contempt. "Maybe now, I can find a way for you to please me in a way you've never even tried to before." She took hold of the front of his shirt and started to drag him along, like an unwilling and disobedient child, as she continued her way through the house; her body was stooped as she glided her free hand along the white popcorn of the ceiling above her. Greg looked at her in hurtful shock.

  "What do you mean, 'please you in a way I've never tried before'? I'm a great boyfriend; and I'm a great lover!" Laura giggled as she shook him and her head slightly.

  "You're pathetic; it was always you, you, you in all things. Wether it was what to watch on t.v., or what I should make for dinner, OR WHO GET'S SATISFIED IN BED!" She made her way to their hallway, her broad shoulders scraping the confining walls as she ventured to make her way through while still retaining her grip.

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