“What can I do?” you asked the scientist.
“Talk to her. Distract her,” Dr. Cushing said. “Just be here with her. To be blunt, most teenagers aren’t comfortable pleasuring themselves in front of their father.”
But it appeared that in her hyper-aroused state, Katie was not “most teenagers.” Even as the scientist spoke, Katie was reaching a hand between her legs. Dr. Cushing’s eyes went wide, and she rushed toward Katie, waving her arms. “Katie, no! Stop! You mustn’t!”
It was too late, Katie had given in. "But it feels so goooooood!" she moaned, her eyes glazing over as her huge hand began working rhythmically beneath her makeshift skirt. You stood frozen in horror as your daughter’s moans echoed through the cavernous space, becoming louder and faster.
Then, before your eyes, Katie’s body began to expand. Her head started to rise toward the ceiling as her buttocks and thighs swelled over the gym floor. Her legs stretched longer, and soon her toes were pushing against the floor seats on the far end of the court.
“Oh, god!” Katie gasped. “So good!” Her eyes were closed, and her free hand roamed over her body. When it reached her chest, she grabbed a handful of the stretched and tattered banner, still heroically trying to cover at least some of her swelling breasts, and effortlessly ripped it off. Your eyes went wide at the sight of Katie’s breasts, bouncing in their new freedom, as she began enthusiastically caressing and fondling them.
Her hips bucked wildly as she grew bigger and bigger, and the wood flooring creaked and cracked ominously under her. “Oh god! Oh fuck!” The building shook as she slammed her steadily increasing weight into the floor, over and over again.
Dr. Cushing grabbed your arm. “I think we need to get out of here!”
You resisted her pull. “W-we have to stop her! I have to...to get through to her!”
“It’s too late for that! She’s going to outgrow the whole building!”
Katie continued to swell. The now-soaking wet and shredded tarp covering her lower body completely fell away, revealing her glistening sex as she pleasured herself with increasingly frantic motions. “OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GODDDDDDDDDD!” She cried. Her moans of ecstasy, now interspersed with bizarrely-deep little squeaks, reverberated through the gymnasium, growing louder as her size increased.
Dr. Cushing tugged at your arm urgently. “Mr. Hightower! David! We have to go now!”
Katie’s head was now rising into the gym’s rafters, and she hunched her shoulders as she continued to grow. Then, with a thunderous, unintelligible cry, Katie climaxed. Her entire body shuddered, and then shot upward and outward, her growth dramatically accelerating. The ceiling cracked and buckled as Katie’s head pressed against it. Then, with the deafening roar of collapsing masonry and shearing steel, the roof gave way. You finally fled the gym as your daughter’s head rose through the hole in the roof, debris raining down around you.
You raced outside into a crowd of students, faculty, and staff all staring at the shaking gymnasium. Most of them were gasping and pointing, and had their phone cameras aimed at the sky above the gym roof. The sound of crumbing concrete and twisting metal filled the air, punctuated by orgasmic outbursts from Katie.
You stumbled across the street, then turned to look back at the gymnasium. You gasped as you saw your daughter’s head and shoulders rising above the roof of the building, her face flush and thrown back, her eyes closed. Her hair was a wild tangle filled with dust and debris. Another championship banner— you could just make out the year “1980” on it— flapped behind her ear for a moment before a gust sent it fluttering away. And she was still growing. As you watched, Katie’s breasts, now the size of Volkswagens, rose above the roof. One hand— you assumed the other was still hard at work between her legs— kneaded and groped them, her long fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh as Katie continued to gasp and moan.
The growth spurt finally began to slow as Katie’s belly started clearing the roofline, and then, with one last orgasmic scream that rattled windows all over campus, Katie stopped growing. A moment later, there was a roar of collapsing metal and masonry, and dust and debris rained down on Katie’s lap and lower body as the roof and parts of the gymnasium walls collapsed. When the dust cleared, a sweaty, flushed Katie was kneeling amid the wreckage of the gym, panting and blinking rapidly as her eyes refocused.
She looked around dazedly at her new perspective on the surrounding buildings. “Oh my god,” she mumbled. “I-I’m huge…” She looked down at her body. “And naked…” she said, her voice rising a little with alarm.
She turned, and her gaze finally fell on the crowds of tiny people pointing and chattering with a combination of alarm and excitement, most of them also aiming cameras at her.
“And extremely easy to see!” she cried, her face blushing a deep crimson and clapping her hands tightly over her exposed breasts.
1) In an embarrassed panic, Katie leaps to her feet and flees. And she’s not being too careful about where she steps in her flight
2) Katie’s urges flood back, stronger than ever. That bus down there looks like it could be the perfect shape for some fun. Or maybe that clock tower…
3) Katie’s urges flood back, but she wants more between her legs than her fingers or some toys. She heads to the horticulture lab, grabs a barrel of the fertilizer, and marches off to find a partner in her adventure   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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