"This can't be real!"

  The leather on the top of one of Sara's pumps tore. She stumbled slightly from the sensation and the heels on her shoes broke. Her feet made a light slapping as they struck the floor with her increasing weight. Evelyn looked her up and down in shock and found that they were the same height again. She felt her own heels buckle out of fear. Sara stopped growing, she just stood and stared with a smile as Evelyn quivered.

  "If ... if you do work here..., you're fired!"

  Sara leaned forward, her eyes opened wide.

  "BOO!"

  Evelyn shrieked and crumpled to the ground as she feinted. Sara stepped out of the ruined remains of her heels.

  "It doesn't matter, I quit Miss Bitch." She tried to close her jacket but found that the lapels would no longer close together. "I'll just take a pair of flats and a new swimsuit as my severance pay." She walked unevenly, her tight skirt not allowing full use of her long legs, over to another stack of boxes and found a larger shoe size to accommodate her. A button in the middle of her undershirt popped open as she walked back out into the store, her head just inches below the top of the door frame.

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  The warm San Diego sun beamed down upon the white sands of Coronado Beach. The water was a clear aquamarine, a nice change from the murky brown that the drudged up bay usually sported. People who had been shut in their homes during the past few rainy days and the overcast ones that followed had come out in droves to enjoy the change of scene. Sara was lying out on her towel, her legs going over the edge of it by a good foot. Her bare skin, save a thin strap across her broad back and another just above her firm posterior, was tanning happily under the comforting rays. She thought about her day as she flipped through her book.

  She had gone home after her confrontation at work. She found that she was now 6'2". Her body no longer changed shape, but was just growing bigger with each spurt; every perfect part of her keeping it's relative proportion and gaining in mass. The bikini she took as one of the last presents from her former employers, fit snugly but covered up all that it was meant to do. She then put on the silk shirt she had on with her suit , which was now missing a few buttons, rolled up the sleeves, and put on the pair of sandals that she had taken.

  She decided to walk to the beach. Almost everybody stopped to watch her go by. In fact, she was the central cause of a few fender benders.

  She towered over all of the women she saw. She took delight in looking at them with a smirk as she passed. The closest one she passed in size was only 5'10" and Sara couldn't help but laugh at her. She was also bigger than most of the men; occasionally one of them matched her or beat her by a few inches. She gave them sidelong glances and coy smiles; never failing to take their breath away. Her breasts bounced heavily in her bikini top; swaying back and forth as the shirt rustled at their sides. Sara ran her fingers over her stomach and felt the firm definition in the muscles and knew that every other inch of her was just as solid and appealing.

  Sara adjusted her sunglasses and flipped another page of her book as she lay on the beach. A frisbee landed in front of her with good enough force to knock a few grains of sand her way. She just smiled, knowing why it had landed there.

  "Miss? Excuse me miss?"

  She looked behind her and found a handsome young man smiling down on her, he walked over.

  "Can I have my frisbee back please?"

  She took hold of it and slowly began to stand. He began to twitch nervously as she easily towered over him. She could sense his knees shaking far below her. Sara was a good half a foot taller than him and he was thoroughly impressed by her stature. She handed him the frisbee and he happily tripped over his own feet as he backed away. She scanned the rest of the beach and caught most of it's occupants staring in her direction. Sara lay back down on her blanket and basked in the attention.

  Guys kept concocting excuses to come and be near her. Besides the frisbee, others would throw footballs or drop their keys. Two men had come and asked her opinion and help in settling a bet between them. Neither had gained the courage to say anything else however. Sara just smiled politely and took pleasure in watching them walk away with an insecure gait. A beautiful young woman even sat down next to her and asked Sara's help in applying a coat of sunscreen; claiming she didn't trust any of the men on the beach. Sara turned her down with a giggle and the woman complemented her on her gorgeous eyes and left.

  And so the day went, out of everybody that she had spoken to, only one guy was willing to give her his phone number. He gave it rather apprehensively as well; when she stood up to talk to him, he seemed fairly taken aback. After a bit of uneasy conversation, he wrote down his number and turned away. Sara sighed and got back down on her towel again, she had read a good fifty pages in her book while sunning her body. She tired of it and threw in her bookmark. She looked around the beach again and still found most of the people watching her. She tried to take pleasure in it again, but couldn't. Groups kept pointing at her and astonished looks and she was beginning to find it tiresome. She heard someone running up to her from behind and knew it was someone else trying just to impress her and run away.

  "OOPS!"

  Something cold and wet splashed all over Sara's back and washed down between the crevice made by her legs. She could feel chunks of ice chilling her flesh as it slid into the small of her back where it continued to freeze. She shrieked and turned over. Another dose fell over her as a wax glass spilled it's contents over the front of her body. Ice slid down her robust cleavage and the liquid glistened in the sunshine. She looked down at herself in anger and horror.

  There was a man standing over her, trying to regain his hold on the two, now empty, cola cups. He turned around and gave a thumbs up to a group of male onlookers who nodded in approval. He looked back down at Sara.

  "Miss, I'm so sorry. Here, let me help you dry off."

  "Don't you fucking touch me, you creep!"

  "Hey. It was an accident." He kept staring at her breasts and blinked as he saw her nipples swell into erection under the chilled soft drinks. A piece of ice slid further down her front. "I have to help you out, it was my fault."

  Sara shot up and stared down at her assailant. The smile was wiped off his face when he saw how imposing she was. He wasn't small by any means, but her anger coupled with her stature was more than enough to stuff his tail between his legs.

  "I'll, just let you be..."

  "Yes, you will."

  He backed away, his friends still cheering him on.

  Sara shook some fluid off her hands. She had rolled onto the sand when she turned over and it was sticking to every wet part of her body. She stomped off towards the water, leaving heavy footprints in the surf. She could hear the whistles and catcalls of the boorish swines that surrounded her and she began to run into the water. As she broke into the foam, it washed over her and cleared away all of the soda and sand; as well as a bit of her maltemper. She swam out and floated for a few minutes when the familiar wave of nausea began to creep into her head.

  Sara splashed and tried to find the ground with her feet. Her head went under for a split second but quickly came back up. Something pinched her sides and she felt something snap. She took in a quick breath as the pressure suddenly eased and she scrambled for dry land, struggling to fight the surging tide. She fell into a coughing spasm as she walked onto the sand, fighting to keep her balance. As her head began to clear, she became aware of the shouting that was going on around her. Sara looked up to see everyone pointing at her and screaming, not just the men that were annoying her earlier. She looked down to find that she had lost her bikini top during her last growth spurt.

  She wrapped her arms around her, mortified at her half-nakedness. Everyone else continued to laugh and gawk. She stormed up the beach, her hands sliding up and down her slick flesh as she moved, and flopped down on her towel with a tear in her eye. Sara looked for the shirt she had worn when she came, but somebody had apparently stolen it when she was rinsing herself off. She picked up her blanket and tried to wrap it around as a makeshift top.

  "NO! Don't do that!"

  "C'mon baby, the show ain't over yet!"

  "Hey! Just one more peek!"

  She tied the towel tight to keep it in place and managed to push her impressive cleavage up a few notches to the delight of everyone else. Sara began to run back towards the street and her home, the sandals she had brought with her would barely fit and she was forced to squeeze them on without the benefit of the ankle strap. The whistling was ringing in her ears, people would run up and attempt to block her path and then impotently step aside out of fear. She stumbled out into the street, forcing herself to move through her anxiety and avoid everyone she could. A light clopping warned her of a barrier approaching her and she turned; the towel slid down slightly, her heavy breathing having undone the light knot, and she scrambled to reposition it. But she only managed to drop it and she quickly bent down to pick it back up and she draped it in front of her.

  "Now what do we have here?"

  Sara looked up through her tears to see a police officer on horseback patrolling. He reached behind him and grabbed his radio.

  "I'm sorry sir, I was just trying to get away from some trouble..."

  "This is Merrit to dispatch, I need a black and white down here to pick up an indecent exposure."

  "Wait! Those men back there stole my clothes!"

  "I don't want to hear any of your story." He stepped off of his steed, showing that he was an imposing figure.

  Sara didn't know how tall she currently was, but the policeman had a few good inches over her.

  "Don't think that you can manipulate me just because you're tall or attractive. I won't fall for any of your wiles missy."

  "But I..."

  "I said shut it! You are under arrest for exposing yourself in public."

  Sara looked pleadingly into the sky as the police man took hold of one of her arms, bringing it up behind her long back.

  "You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can be used against you in a court of law."

  She felt the cool metal of the handcuffs wrap around her wrist.

  "You have the right to attorney."

  She heard the wailing sirens of the backup he had called for pulling it's way up the street towards them. Sara began to cry again.

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