Greg was the first to wake up. A heightened sense of apprehension mixed with the birds chattering outside the window broke his chaotic sleep. He had a sharp pain in his neck from the lack of a pillow and he stretched it out as best he could. After a few seconds he remembered his predicament and snapped to attention. He looked at the sleeping form of the giantess on the bed.

  Laura was unsuccessfully trying to keep herself covered with a lone bed sheet and her long legs were hanging over the end of the mattress; he stared at one of her smooth knees as she shifted her body slightly. The bedspread and another blanket were by her side and Greg found himself longing for warmth. Suddenly, she stirred and moaned as she began rising from the bed.

  Laura bumped her head against the high-hanging ceiling fan and then she also remembered her condition. With a smile, she stretched her arms to either side of her and ran her fingers along the rough white plain above her. She then looked down to see Greg gazing upon her expanded form and, with a sudden rush of modesty, brought the bed sheet up to cover herself. Laura then used it to create a make-shift, if somewhat tight, toga.

  "Good morning loser. I think it's time for breakfast." She leaned forward, giving an amazing view of her cleavage; a deep valley between two huge, tanned globes.

  Greg saw that their smooth surface was speckled with numerous freckles; he had never taken the time to notice them before, but they were easily seen at their current size. They were pale brown and stuck out against the dark skin in various sizes and shapes; the effect was quite captivating. He also watched as her wide hips swayed back and forth underneath the bedsheet she wore as she clamboured toward him on all fours. Her long, senuous legs rubbed against each other and made the faint sound of silk being rubbed against silk.

  He looked up at her grinning face. Laura felt good at being noticed; even if it did take her being twelve feet tall, it was still pleasant to be stared at for once. But it was too late to be coming from him.

  "Let's go tiny." She grabbed the back of his chair and pushed him toward the open door. A lifetime of working had given her a lean and lithe body and her bicep barely strained as she lifted Greg in his seated prison. His body jerked each time she lifted him in the air and dumped back on the ground while shuffling forward behind him. A headache was beginning to seep into his temples.

  Eventually they made their way to the kitchen where she set him down next to the table. She crawled towards the refridgerator, the white bedsheet stopped just below the toned curves of her posterior and Greg stole another look at the back of her long thighs. Laura sat cross-legged in front of the fridge, the lower portion of the outfit she made crept a tantalizing centimeter up her legs as she shifted herself on the ground to make herself more comfortable. It took her a second to get a good grip on the door handle with her fingers, but it soon came open with a firm rattle. Inside the fridge was stocked with a combination of cheap beer and salty snacks.

  "Well, I certainly don't need these," Laura tossed the bottles and cans aside as her giant hand searched for something palatable. Some of them rolled off their shelves where they hit the floor with pops and shrill bangs; a couple of them broke open and squirted their slightly flat contents across the kitchen tile.

  Greg moaned as he watched his alcohol be carelessly strewn about.

  "Ahh, here we go," she had located a good-sized cache of fruit that the men had deliberately overlooked.

  She took an apple and smiled at how small it seemed in her hand. After rolling it around in the palm she polished it off in just three bites and threw the core down with the cans. She next took a string of grapes and began tearing them off the stem one at a time with her pink tongue. Quickly becoming impatient with the meager portions and the difficulty she had eating them singly, she grabbed a whole handful and quickly popped them in her mouth. Laura chewed them gingerly and smirked down at Greg as he fidgeted in his chair.

  "Mmm," she wiped away a small drop of juice from the corner of her red lips, "yummy."

  "Uh ... Laura," he looked up at her and swallowed, "what are you goin' to do about work today? I mean, there are a lot of people counting on you cleaning their houses. We need the money you know." Greg forced a weak smile onto his face and blinked, hoping that he had made a point and regained even a little of the upper hand.

  She scowled at him, her large eyes wide her sudden change in demeanor frightened him even further into his confinement.

  "Work? WORK!" Laura straightened up and shifted her legs in front of her, "I've been busting my butt for years for you and everyone else and I for one don't think I have to cater to anyone anymore."

  Greg watched as Laura, in her anger, began to grow again.

  "I AM SICK AND TIRED OF EVERYONE PUSHING ME AROUND!"

  The bed sheet started tightening around her midsection, pushing her expanding breasts up as they tried to push themselves out.

  "Oh no, It's time I got the respect I am, DAMN WELL, DUE!"

  As she sat on the kitchen floor, her head began to press against the celing. Out of reflex, she fell forward and propped herself up on all fours as she continued her tirade.

  "There's going to be some changes around here mister, STARTING WITH YOUR SORRY ASS!"

  What was left of the bedsheet began to tear as her hips grew wider with each passing moment. Somewhere far behind her head it split, revealing the small of her tanned back. It slowly slid up her thin legs while trying to creep down around her swelling chest. After a few more seconds, her head was pressing against the ceiling again and she was forced to lean a little further down. Greg cringed in fear as her face began to loom closer; it hovered over him and kept growing larger and larger along with the rest of her body.

  Laura continued to grow. With a loud ripping, the bedsheet split along one thigh to her waist and she extended her leg in new comfort. The sheet spread apart as far as it could without without completely breaking in two; the upper hem of it stretching around her chest, the tops of her dark nipples peeking over the white cloth, and the bottom unable to squeeze past her incredible hips. Her wide shoulders scraped the roof and sent milky foam sprinkling down, but Greg could barely see it passed the long strands of light brown hair that surrounded her face.

  Laura exhaled, smiled, lifted her head up, and began to take in a large breath; Greg watched the smoothness of her supple neck as she did so. The make-shift toga, already stretched tightly across her top, buckled for half-a-moment, gave out a minute tear, and exploded. Huge mounds of tanned flesh poured out of their captivity and swelled out as far as the floor would let them. They jiggled freely inches away from Greg's chair and their freckled exterior almost knocked him backward. The rest of her blouse tore down her back and up one side. The remaining fabric clung to her skin for a few seconds, than fell around her knees leaving her completely naked.

  She giggled, the more she grew, the more of her skin pressed against the ceiling; the rough surface tickling her body somewhat. Laura pushed up with her arms, experimenting with the sturdiness of the roof. It gave way slightly with a mild crack as a timber buckled uder the stress, her back breaking through just a little. She glanced back down at Greg; he was weeping silently in fear of his safety. "I think the time has come to finally escape from this house." His head shot up in shock and he shook his head maniacly as he began to plead with clenched eyes.

  "No Laura! It's my pl..., I mean it's our home. You can't!"

  "I can't huh? WELL WATCH THIS SHRIMP-BOY!"

  And with that, Laura began to stand; continuing to grow as she did. Her back broke through first, splitting apart the flimsy white material in wide sheets and sending down a blizzard of artificial dandruff as sunlight began to shine down. She brought one leg forward and set her foot down near Greg's chair. He looked down at her gorgeous limb and his eyes widened as he could see it expanding. It was already over a yard in length and he watched her toes slowly growing longer, the leg swelling thicker. He followed it up Laura's amazing thighs; they were lean and strong from years of manual labor that he never appreciated. He only got to catch a glimpse of her wide crotch as it passed through the celing while she finished standing. Her legs were like solid pillars of thin, toned muscle and the surrounding roof had collapsed all around them. Greg was covered in falling debris and he was forced to look back down to shield his eyes from the stinging rain of it. Laura continued to grow.

  Her feet spread out along the wooden floor and she was thankful to have kept it polish so smoothly over the years. Her knees slowly elevated upward, her thighs disappearing through the gaping hole. As she grew taller, her stance grew wider and, soon, Laura had to lift one foot out and place it on the ground outside to give herself the room she needed. Greg glimpsed back up into the streaming sunlight and the body that shined within it. The roof around her was cracked from exstansive damage and his girlfriend was too tall for him to see from his prison chair. Laura's knee rose past the ceiling; it was a low ceiling, but the event amazed him nonetheless. Her ankle knocked over a small table as grew towards it and the lamp that adorned it broke into numerous pieces on the floor. The toes of her right foot were creeping towards him; they were slowing in their growth, but they were still coming. Two of them began to slide under his seat, lifting it slightly as it as it touched the rungs. The chair started to tilt backward as the smooth nails glided beneath it and the toes grew slightly taller and longer. Greg felt his center of gravity begin to shift as he continued to incline farther and farther back. The legs of the chair creaked and ...

  At that moment, Laura stopped growing.

  Greg sighed in relief; his trembling beginning to subside. With a flick of her foot, Laura sent his chair flipping two feet into the air. When it landed, Greg felt something crack against the back of his skull and he faded into unconciousness.

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