The Size of Progress by Zanderas
Summary:

A doctor is trying to make human's better able to survive space travel. And succeeds in a way she didn't imagine. Nor did her military buyers when they decided to use prisoners as test subjects!

Lots of growth action and general mayhem.


Categories: Giantess, Young Adult 20-29, Crush, Destruction, Entrapment, Growing/Shrinking Out of Clothes, Growing Woman, Insertion, Slow Size Change, Violent Characters: None
Growth: Amazon (7 ft. to 15 ft.), Brobdnignagian (51 ft. to 100 ft.), Giant (31 ft. to 50 ft.)
Shrink: None
Size Roles: F/f, F/m, FF/f, FF/m
Warnings: Following story may contain inappropriate material for certain audiences, This story is for entertainment purposes only.
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 2 Completed: Yes Word count: 26523 Read: 18140 Published: June 15 2017 Updated: October 30 2017

1. Chapter 1 by Zanderas

2. Part 2 by Zanderas

Chapter 1 by Zanderas

The Size of Progress:


 


Outer space, the last frontier and, by far, the most lethal. Everything about outer space, its lack of air, the temperature, the massive levels of radiation, even its sheer size, made it the antithesis of life. Human life anyway. It was why the prospects of exploring it and taming it was so daunting, so costly. Humans were just not designed to survive in such an environment. But that could be changed...


 


That was Doctor Merabel's dream, to make humanity better able to survive space. A daunting and, to most, pointless goal. Changing the human form was purely in the realm of science fiction, at least if you wanted to keep the person alive. But Merabel was not going to give up so easily. Even if she could make people a fraction more resistant to radiation or able to survive vacuums for a few seconds longer, it could be the first steps to conquering space's challenges. And even if it wasn't, improving the human body could only lead to improvement in overall life.


 


She had to work during her off hours, as her bosses would hear none of it, to make headway, but progress was made. Little by little, her tests on various bacteria, then insects, then animals showed success. Increased survival rates, increased radiation resistance, it was all coming together! She even had the military come to see her research, interesting in making better soldiers, as they always were... She didn't mind, though, as they brought budgets and equipment she could only dream of.


 


But at her highest point, when everything was falling into place, was when she failed... It had been a simple test, just a demonstration for a general and his staff. A preview that would get her the green light for human tests. It was so simple she had left it to other to prepare...


 


A simple mix-up in the dosage was all it needed... The test mouse..., well... she really didn't want to think on the results. The poor thing didn't deserve that... And her approval of human testing...  was as mutilated as the mouse. Her dream was dead.


 


Or so she had thought. Rather than can the project like she was sure he would, the general, Franz, approved further testing. Human testing no less. Merabel had been both confused and elated, but mostly elated, by the news and accepted on the spot. It was only much later did she realize the condition she had ignored. They were to use prisoners...


 


Merabel wanted to refuse, to reject the offer and abandon this... this dream... but it was still her dream. And the good that could come of it... So she swallowed her morales, pretended that she wasn't committing a crime, and made preparations to begin the tests. And prayed the good she made was worth the evil she would do....


 


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Catrina glared at the guard as he snapped the cuffs around her wrists. She considering spitting in the cracker's face, but decided against it as he refrained from hauling her forward, a rare example of restraint. He was still a fucking asshole, but she'd show restraint if he did.


 


With her wrists and ankles both chained up, the guard motioned toward the door and Catrina did as she was told. She wondered if this was the day, the day they, finally, got around to putting her down. It had been....fuck she didn't even remember. Whatever, it had been a long ass time since she was put on death row, but still the needle never came. She'd overheard some guards talking about protests or some shit. Personally, she didn't really care. If she had cared, she wouldn't have murdered those three whores for calling her a Roid-buser.


 


Being called a name wouldn't be worth jail time, at least before then, but by then... by then Catrina just didn't care. She'd been born and raised in the ghetto. Money was a luxury for other people, crime was a constant threat, and any attempt to escape was paved with traps, obstacles, or just pipe dreams. She'd tried to get out, she really had... but things don't work out for everyone. Sometimes you fall in with the wrong people, get caught with the wrong thing... And once you get in prison once, it's nigh impossible to escape returning. It was why she hadn't given a shit when she'd beat those three girls brains in, hadn't cared when the cops had arrived, hadn't cared when the verdict came in. What the fuck did she have to look forward to? More crime? More prison? More uncaring stone walls?


 


Lost in her thoughts, Catrina barely took note of where she was going. It wasn't like it mattered, she'd get there whether she wanted to or not. Her only choice was did she want to walk or be dragged there. She picked walking, she didn't have much room to do that in her cell. Besides, she knew at least one of the guards, a brother no less, would have loved to get a chance to get his hands on her. She'd learned to be compliant with him around.... Race traitor.


 


The long walk, finally, came to an end as Catrina was lead to what looked to be the medical wing. Was it time for her check up? Didn't seem like it, but time was weird locked in that cell all the time. Maybe she'd lost track of it, wouldn't be the first time. The nicer guard opened the door and held it open for Catrina. She headed in and had to fight not to stop in surprise. The usually barebones medical wing had been turned into some kind of crazy sci-fi looking place. Machines of various makes were scattered about, wires looping around all over the floor, guys in lab coats were walking around, and even what looked to be soldiers were standing around trying not to get in the way. Fuck, what had she been dragged into?


 


"Subject 01 is on site," the asshole guard said before shoving her forward. Ass. Catrina pushed her anger aside, though as she considered all this. Subject 01? Ahhh shit, this stuff didn't really happen, right? Government experimenting on people on death row, giving them stuff that is likely to kill them? She was pretty sure they didn't... yet here she was right smack in some bad day-time scifi show. She thought about demanding a lawyer or just running, but the soldiers had moved up and taken her now. And they didn't look like they gave a damn about anything she had to say.


 


"Get her settled in," a woman in a lab coat said as the soldiers hauled her over to one of two chairs set up in the middle of the room. Catrina couldn't help but try to fight this, but the soldiers were more than a match for her. Before she had been locked in that cell, she would have given them a run for their money, but now... Well her strength was another casualty to her lack of interest. They shoved her forward, sat her down, and started locking her into place. And all she could do was watch. Fuck.....FUCK!


 


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"I know my rights! You have to tell me where we are going!" Sofia yelled as the guards continued to haul her forward. This was so typical, prison guards thinking they were above the law and could do whatever they wanted to anyone. It was why she made sure to make their lives a living hell doing anything and everything she could. If that pissed them off, good. It was what they deserved being part of this shit and treating her like a criminal.


 


All she had been doing was protesting another handout to some new corporation. OK so she might have threw a few bottles and they might have had alcohol in them, but those cops deserved it! They were protecting inhuman businesses, not people! And it wasn't like any of them got hurt, she had aimed for their car!


 


Still, she'd been tackled, arrested, and sent straight to this jail to await her trial. It would have been easy to keep quite and let the system churn away, but she wasn't about to let that happen! Oh no, she'd been trouble from the moment she got in and that was how she liked it!


 


Which was probably why the guards had no problems dragging her along to wherever they were going. She didn't really care too much, wasn't like they could legit hurt her. And if they did, all the better. She'd sue them, and this prison's corporate owners, into bankruptcy before becoming a rallying cry against these inhuman places!


 


"Shut up!" one of the guards said before hauling her up onto her feet. Sofia tried to go limp and fall, but the guards were ready for her and keep her up straight. They opened the door leading into the medical ward and Sofia went to trying to kick her way free. She wasn't about to let them inject her with a tranq!


 


Her kicking slowed to a stop as she got a look into the room. Her mouth hung open for a second as she processed what she was seeing. What....what the hell was all thi-


 


Her thoughts were sent into a daze as something struck her head. Vision and awareness floated away as she felt herself hauled over to something. She barely heard the guards whisper something about dealing with the troublemaker before she was slammed, roughly, into a seat. By the time she recovered from the blow, ILLEGAL blow, her arms and legs had been strapped into a full body chair.


 


"Wh-WHAT THE HELL A-" her voice was cut off as a guy who looked like a soldier's tapped her mouth shut. What the hell were soldiers doing in here? And what was all this machinery an-... Oh God.. Oh God no! She struggled and mutely screamed at him but had no way of getting the tape off.


 


"Good thing they told us she was a screamer, got enough shit to deal with without a busted eardrum," one of the soldiers quibbed as they walked away. Sofia tried to scream, but all that came out was muffled noise as she trashed against her bindings. Her anger at the injustice of this was forgotten completely as fear settled in place of it. Oh God.... What had she been dragged into?!


 


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"She's on death row?"  Doctor Merabel asked the warden of the women's prison. She had been hesitant about this agreement from the start and had been even more so when she learned they were using female test subjects. But this prison was the closest to the lab, and thus cheapest to reach, and had an... understanding with the general. It was worrying, and terrifying to know that, but Merabel was in too deep to stop now.... Or so she told herself.


 


"Don't let appearances fool you. She's killed five people," Warden Brenda, said, an odd smile on her face. Jesus... it was hard to believe a small, young girl like the second subject could do that. But the world was full of surprises and the warden had no reason to lie. And even if she was, Merabel was not going to call the intimidating woman on it.


 


"I...see..." Merabel said before moving off to do a few last minute checks. Everything was looking good so far. The prison nurses were hooking the subjects up to various monitoring equipment, the soldiers were keeping out of the way, and the two subjects.... well they were here. The black on seemed almost disinterested in what was going on, bored even, but the poor hispanic girl looked utterly terrified. Another quiver of doubt panged through Merabel and a voice whispered to stop this... to not fall down this pit.


 


"Doctor," a gruff voice said, snapping Merabel out of her dilemma. She turned to see General Franz staring down at her, looking as unpleased as he ever did.


"Is the experiment ready?" he asked/demanded and Merabel gulped as she realized this was her last chance to back out. She could still stop this, all she had to do was say no...


 


"....Y-Yes. Everything is ready."


 


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Experiment? Awww hell, she really was in some crazy government test thing. That would be her luck, couldn't just get a normal shot like everyone else... The hispanic girl must have heard as well as her struggles and muffled screams increased. Catrina just rolled her eyes at her, like any of that was going to help them now. Might as well just accept the inevitable and go out with a middle finger.


 


The lady scientist moved to a large bank of computers and began to type away. The nurses who had hooked them both up moved away as a male nurse moved toward them, two needles sitting on a tray. Catrina took in one last breath and closed her eyes. Before raising both of her middle fingers to anyone in range.


 


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The subjects were injected, the black woman first then the hispanic. Their vitals showed no changes, so far, but that was to be expected. It would take a few minutes for the serum to work through their body. The black woman had stopped flipping everyone off and gone back to looking bored while the hispanic continued to fight her restraints and yell. All and all, Merabel was pleased so far. The failure from before had happened rather....quickly...


 


Merabel shook off that memory as a small alarm warned of raising heart rates. It was worrying, but not to be expected, many other successful tests had caused similar side effects. The two subjects still seemed alright and nothing else looked to be going wrong. Another ten minutes and they could be released and the first te-


 


And then it started again... A sudden spike in heart rates. Both subjects groaning then screaming in pain, alarms blaring from the EKG, blood-pressure, everything! It was all going wrong again and Merabel... Merabel froze... Her nurses yelled for orders, demanded help, but she stood there in silence.


 


She watched in a dull daze as the prison medical staff took over. A few of her assistants tried to snap her out of her stupor, but gave up as both subjects began to crash. She looked over at General Franz as he stared at her, a look of immense disapproval and anger on his face. He turned and left along with his staff as the rest of her team fought to save the woman's life. And she....she did nothing but watch her dreams crumble into dust.


 


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Officer Moody was bored... It was a little past five in the morning and everything in the medical ward was all quite. Moody stopped and looked into the surgery room and saw the high-tech military equipment still where he had left it five minutes ago. The stuff was going to be hauled off some time tomorrow, but had been left here overnight. He moved on from the surgery room to the patient's area, and its two occupants.


 


The two women in the room had nearly died from the military's experiment. Both were still in critical condition and a few officers were taking beats on how long they would last. Cover-up stories were already being made, evidence erased or lost, all the usual crap that went on when something went belly up. Moody didn't care for any of it, he'd learned long ago just to keep his head down and do his job, better for everyone.


 


Which was why he was here "guarding" two unconscious women and looking in on military-grade equipment. To make sure no one who couldn't keep their mouth shut would get wind of this... yet. Doubly so when the poor hispanic girl hadn't even been on death row, just a pain in the ass. It still made Moody chuckle that Warden Brenda thought she'd get away with that. Idiot was fired already, she just didn't know it yet. Hell, she'd be lucky not to wind up in jail, a scapegoat for this whole mess, doubly so with the military involved. But none of that was Moody's business, his was just keeping the ward locked down.


 


An unfamiliar beeping drew Moody's attention away from his phone and toward the prisoner's' room. He sighed and entered before walking over to see what was demanding attention. The equipment by the hispanic prisoner was beeping away and seemed to be indicating something was wrong. He looked over the various machines, tubes, and wires but couldn't make heads or tails of what was wrong. Great... he was going to have to get a nurse or a doctor. He hoped one of the ones from this morning were st-


 


"Uhhhh...." the petite girl moaned as she began to stir. Moody raised his eyebrows as the girl shifted a bit and her eyelids twitched. Damn... maybe whatever the military had done hadn't been a complete failure. She wasn't supposed to wake up, not soon or maybe ever, and yet here she was starting to come out of it.


 


Now very sure he needed to get one of the people from the experiment, Moody began to move away, but stopped as something grabbed his hand. He looked back and saw the girl's hand wrapped around his as her eyes, still only barely open, looked at him. He could have ripped his hand away, but decided against it. No reason to be cruel to the girl after she just survived a brush with death.


 


"Hey, I'm Officer Moody. Don't worry, you're safe at the hospital," Moody lied, figuring letting her think the whole prison thing was a bad dream for a few minutes was a small mercy he could offer, as he moved back to stand next to her. The girl just stared at him as her eyelids opened slightly wider. As they did, Moody couldn't help but feel a bit... worried with how she was looking at him. Her eyes were locked onto him, but they seemed.... vague, or that she wasn't all there. It was almost as if she was seeing him, but wasn- And then recognition flooded her face.


 


Suddenly, the girl sprang out of bed, snapping the handcuffs that had been keeping her to the bed, and ripping a number of the various wires and such out of herself. Moody tried to retreat back, but was too slow as she tackled him with more force than a small thing like her had any business having. Moody slammed into the ground and his head bounced off the floor, sending his world into a burst of stars, pain, and confusion. The world never returned to its sane self as he was smashed over and over and over again into the floor until he saw nothing at all.


 


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"YOU WON'T" *smack* "DO THIS" *smack* "TO ME" *smack* "AGAIN!" Sofia yelled as she slammed the guard's head into the ground with every ounce of strength she could muster. At first she didn't really process what she had done, adrenaline and rage blinding her to what was lying before her. But they slowly faded as she saw the blood... saw the odd way the man's head was laying.... the fact his eyes had locked into place and.... Oh God...


 


Sofia barfed right there onto the dead man's chest. She crawled off him and tried to get away, but stopped to barf again as her foot touched the blood. Oh God... OH GOD!!! What had she done?! She hadn't meant... well kinda had, but didn't...


 


Laughter drew Sofia's eyes up toward the second bed in the room and she saw the black woman from before sitting on the edge of the bed, idly removing medical equipment.


 


"First kill? Hey, only two hurls isn't bad. Threw up four times for mine," the woman said causing a sudden surge and third barf to escape Sofia's mouth. The black girl chuckled and shook her head.


"Spoke too soon."


 


Sofia did her best to try and fight the nausea and disgust that infused her system back so she could focus on something else. The black woman smacked some of the screeching medical equipment, bending and silenced it, as she moved over toward the dead body. Sofia had to turn away as another round flooded her mouth, but she managed to keep it down. She had really killed him an- Oh God... how was she going to explain this? Like anyone would believe she was just scared and reacted on instinct and caved his fucking he-


 


Her panic slammed head first into a wall of sudden sensation. It wasn't pleasure or pain but something....different. There wasn't a good explanation for it just a feeling that something was happening. That something was changing. Sofia looked at her hand, but saw nothing different about it or any-


 


"FREEZE!" a voice yelled out as the door to the room burst open. Four officers came charging into the room with the butch-warden close behind. They all looked shocked to see the two of them up and about, but it faded as they spotted their dead comrade. Oh fuck....


 


"Drop the weapon!" the warden demanded and Sofia looked around in confusion. Weapon?! What wea- and then she saw the black woman with the dead officers gun.


 


"Naw," was all the woman said before she fired the gun, striking one of the officers in the shoulder. The rest opened fire and the woman was peppered with a barrage of gunfire. Sofia looked away, not wanting to see another person killed... The room was silent as Sofia keep her eyes closed... until a familiar bit of laughter began to fill the silence.


 


Sofia turned back and was shocked to see the woman still standing... and not a mark on her. The black woman's laughter seemed to only grow as she tossed the gun she had been using away. Had it always been so small?


 


"Son of- keep firing! Kill them both!" the Warden yelled and Sofia whirled back to the guards. BOTH?! BUT SH- Three of the guards pointed their guns at her and Sofia was overcome with panic and that feeling once again. She raised her arms and was confused as things began to hit them. But not the searing, white hot pain she had been expected, but something closer to being flicked by an annoying friend.


 


She opened her eyes and was shocked to see the guards shooting her, but the bullets not having any effect on her. And... why did the beds seem so far away? And... and was this gown always this tight? And why did it look like the guards were having to look up at-


 


Her many questions were answered as she felt her head bump into something... the ceiling. No way....no way! Sofia looked down and realized, finally, what was happening. She was growing.


 


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Noise....a familiar noise. It was annoying and she wanted it to stop. But it keep on, not stopping till-


 


Merabel, groggily, grabbed her cell phone and slide the button to answer. It had been a rough night of drinking and attempting to forget, which made the offending call all the more annoying.


 


"What?" she demanded, already feeling a hangover beginning to settle in.


 


"Don't you snap a- Fuck I don't have time for this. Get your smart ass down here RIGHT NOW! We've got a-" the voice was cut off as yells of warnings and sounds of gunfire erupted out of the phone. Merabel jerked back and stared at the phone for a second. Warden Brenda? What the he- Oh no....


 


"What's happening? Warden, what is go-"


"YOUR DAMN EXPERIMENTS ARE RAMPAGING THROUGH MY PRISON THA-" was all the Warden got out before another loud crash blasted through before the line went dead.


 


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"Run, bitches! HAHAHA!" Catrina yelled, enjoying how easily it echoed through the narrowing hall. She had started her stroll easily fitting in the hallway, though having to plow through the door frame to leave the room. Now... now it was getting a bit cramped. Her shoulders were starting to brush against the walls while her hair was scraping the ceiling. The guards continued to fire at her with their useless guns, but the bullets stung for a second and nothing more. And with each surge they hurt a little less.


 


"FALL BACK!" the cunt Warden yelled as the guards tried to flee through a security gate. The Warden herself took off at full sprint as she tossed a cell phone away. Catrina smirked at their attempts to flee and the Warden's call for help. Like anyone she could call could save her. Catrina sped up her pace as she advanced on the guards. Panic caused the gate to be slammed shut before all the guards made it through and those left behind began to beg for it to be opened. The murderess smiled in approval as she, purposely, stomped down as hard as she could as she reached the trapped guards.


 


To her surprise, the concrete between her feet cracked under the impact and many of the guards were tossed off their feet. All of them turned to look at her as she smiled down at their shrinking forms. Ohhhh she was going to enjoy this.


 


She gave no warnings nor words, what was the point? She simply lashed out with her foot and was amazed as a guard's head simply ceased to be. Blood splattered on the wall and the headless guard collapsed. The remaining four guards all either opened fire in desperation or clawed at the bars in blind panic, both were futile gestures.


 


But as fun as killing them all slowly would be, the big fish was getting away. Catrina wanted that Warden bitch begging HER for release along with the guards that had made a point of making her life in here as miserable as possible. The four here weren't any of them. So, rather than get to them slowly, she got to them all at once.


 


Catrina charged forward like a linebacker and plowed through the guards, the gate, and some of the ceiling as she forced her way into the next hallway. The trapped guards were crushed between her form and the bars, most snapping in ways they were not meant to while the rest were buried alive as the ceiling collapsed behind her, assuming she hadn't stepped on them and crushed them.


 


The next hallway was even more cramped than the last, despite being the same size, and Catrina had to bend down to fit. More gunfire greeted her along with a mass of guards. The Warden took off running again and Catrina rolled her eyes. The fuck did she think she was going?


 


Advancing down the hallway, Catrina found the going tougher and tougher. Her swelling body seemed to be picking up steam and more and more of her began to grind against the walls. She had to switch to crawling halfway through it as she filled the hallway and the stinging bullets became barely noticeable bits of pressure. She was almost within reach of the guards and extended her hand to grab the first few, when she came to a sudden halt. She grunted and strained to get herself moving, but to no avail. Shit... she was stuck.


 


"H...Holy shit..." one of the guards in the front said as he flopped to the ground. The gunfire ceased as a deep silence filled the hall. Dammit, of all the ways for this dream to end... Aww well it wasn't like they could hurt her.


 


"Good thing she put on some weight while she was here, ehh?" a familiar voice said. Catrina's eyes snapped toward the source and saw the fucking black traitor from before, making jokes about HER WEIGHT!!! A mass of fresh rage poured over Catrina and she tried to get her body to move again, but to no avail. The bastard and a few of the other guards started to chuckle at her and Catrina's rage soared ever higher Fucking DAMMIT MO- ohhhh?


 


A familiar sensation spread through Catrina, a sensation that turned her rage into anticipation. The guards keep laughing at various jokes at her expense, but Catrina let them go. As her hand began to inch closer and closer, and the pressure of being stuck increased. Until.... The right wall gave out first and with it Catrina's still growing body was freed. The guards whirled just in time for her hand, now free, to shoot forward. She swung her hand like a wimp and smashed into, and through, as many guards as she could get. Blood, guts, and even bone flew out as her hand smashed through in a sickening, but ohh so satisfying wave of death. The fucker hadn't been in that lucky bunch and started to flee with the other survivors. They wouldn't get far.


 


Catrina pushed and growled as she began to try and stand. The ceiling cracked, splintered, and rumbled as she pushed harder and harder. Her body continued to grow and pressure built in her various body parts. Just a bit more and...


 


With a roar of triumph, Catrina burst through the ceiling and out into the morning air. She rose to her full, looming height and stretched as she got her first taste of freedom in years. Her naked form rose over nearly everything, save the watchtowers, in the prison and her toned formed caused many a guard to stare before reacting. Catrina gave a satisfied sigh before looking down at the hallway she had just been in. She kicked what little of the roof was left, sending the bricks smashing into a nearby tower like a giant shotgun loaded with masonry. The tower pitched and tumbled, sending the guards inside crashing down to their deaths.


 


Inside the now open air hallway, Catrina spotted her target. He was among a number of other guards that were all trying to remove a pile of rubble that had fallen to block their way. Catrina let out a soft chuckle, though it was more rumbling to anyone else, as she moved forward and slammed her foot down on the rubble. The guards were thrown back as the blast of air knocked them away and any progress they had made was ruined. Three of the quicker ones tried to run the opposite way, but only got a few feet before Catrina crushed them flat with her other foot. She grinded them into the ground before turning her attention downward to the group of people under her looming form, their eyes moving between her smirking face, her bare breasts, and her vagina hovering over them.


 


"I could crush you all, but I'm feeling a bit generous. Him," she pointed out her target, "Strip him of his clothes. Send him over to my foot and force him to kiss it. Do that... and I'll let the rest of you go." The guards all looked over at her target and started to talk among themselves. It was hard to hear them over the sounds of the prison going mad, but Catrina ignored them. It was far more interesting watching the guards split between two halves, arguing and making threats... And then it wasn't interesting anymore as all they did was argue and the threats proved to be just that, threats.... boring.


 


Leaning down to get a better look, Catrina sucked in some air.


"PICK!" she yelled at the guards, knocking a few over and causing all of them to grab their, now bleeding, ears. Ahh dammit, if they couldn't hear each other they couldn't debate each other. Oh well... Her game over, Catrina snatched up her target before dragging her feet together. The guards tried to flee, but had nowhere to go as she pressed her feet together, crushing them all between them. Well most, she did have to shuffle a bit to get them all.


 


"Oh and I was going to let you all go... to hell, haha so funny," Catrina said with a dismissive wave to no one in particular. With that out of the way, she turned to her tormentor. There were no words that needed to be said, his look of pure terror and her immense size said everything that needed to be said. She licked her lips and opened her mouth wide. The fucker screamed in terror as she moved him toward her mouth. She slid him in and gave him a good tongue lashing, making sure to get him properly soaked. With him lubed up, she pulled him out and inspected him.


 


His face was a mask of shock, terror, and utter despair. She gave him one last smile and a wave before moving him to his new prison. She squatted down to better get at it as she used her free hand to pull her cheeks apart. The man started to squirm and trash in her fingers, but it was pointless as she slid him into her ass. It was a tight fit, but she made room. He'd treated her like shit, and now he was going to be shit.


 


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Sofia thought she was still in shock. It... was kinda hard to tell as nothing seemed real or clear or... well anything. It was as if she was in a fog, only the fog was in her own head.


 


The other prisoner who had been given...whatever they had been given, had plowed through the doorframe and took off after the retreating guards. Sofia, though, was still trying to come to terms with what had happened. She didn't remember leaving the medical room or heading away from the carnage, but she did remember the... sounds. Oh God the sounds...


 


A fresh surge of bile threatened to erupt out of Sofia's mouth, but she managed to fight it down. She hadn't meant... Yes the guards were awful but that didn't... She...she...


 


A sudden light spike of pain snapped her out of her thoughts and Sofia grumbled as she looked at.... the top of a door frame. Oh God... and to top it all off she had....THIS to deal with. She looked down and tried to pull her gown  low enough to cover her crotch, but it refused to go any lower without ripping. At least no one was around, they were all focused on dealing with the other pri-


 


A sudden eruption of sound, like something....or someone, had smashed apart an entire building blasted through the hallway. Sofia covered her ears and had to lean against the wall as the ground quaked. Oh God, she had to get out of here, had to get some help, had to explain she wasn't a part of...whatever that other woman was doing. She just wanted to go home!


 


As Sofia leaned against the wall, tears began to form as the madness of all this crashed down onto her. How had this happened? Why did it happen to her? She had j- her thoughts stopped as her eyes caught movement in the hall past the door she had bumped into. She looked through the window on the door and barely caught three guards and the warden moving into a room a few feet down the hall. A sudden wave of relief and hope washed over her as she realized she could get help. The warden could call someone, get her a ride out of here, help cure her, SOMETHING! Any thoughts of their old adversarial role to one another had long been forgotten in shock, terror, and a desperate grab at hope.


 


Sofia tried to open the door and managed to rip it off its hinges. Another fresh wave of terror went through her as she dropped it in surprise. She....She hadn't been... No, no, she had to get fixed this was all wrong! Leaving the door where it had fallen, Sofia headed to the door the guards had entered.


 


She approached the door and had to stop from instinctively grabbing it. She thought about knocking, but considering what she had done with trying to open one, decided against it. Maybe if she yelled into the room? Sofia slid closer and was about to call out, but stopped as she heard the Warden yelling at someone.


 


"-re what time it is! Get the damn General on the line NOW! And tell him to get the Guard out here ASAP or so help me I'm going public with this!' the Warden yelled before slamming something onto a desk.


"Dammit, I should have never agreed to these damn tests. Those fucking idiots created a growing monster that's ripping through my prison!"


 


"At least that other one hasn't starting tearing up the place. Guess it was a good thing you decided to pull her and not another death rower," one of the other guards said. Sofia felt something, she wasn't sure what, fall through her. Her body froze as she processed those words. Another....death rower. They were supposed to pull... someone from death row and....


 


"Shit, I almost forgot about her. Fucking little 'activist' is only going to be a bigger pain in my ass after this. Maybe we'll get lucky and the General will scrub everyone who was part of this, like I was hoping he would," the Warden said causing Sofia to stumble back from the door. She...she had tried to get her killed. She had...all Sofia had done was annoy her and she... She....SHE!


 


Sofia's shock and lingering fear were washed away as anger began to fill her. She always knew the private prison system was corrupt, but this... this wasn't corrupt, it was pure EVIL! That monster was willing to kill her, an innocent women, just because she had inconvenienced her! Gave her to the government to be a damn lab rat, turned her into...into...?


 


The rage simmered down as a strange feeling passed through Sofia. She brought her hands up and looked them over...and watched them start to swell. But it wasn't just her hands that got bigger, her legs lengthened, her shoulders widened, and her head bumped, then began to push against, the ceiling. She was growing again.


 


Sofia clenched her fists together as she stared at the door. Her fury returned to her and she let out a snarl of anger. That monstrous bitch had tried to get her killed... and for what? Her own enjoyment? How many others had that bitch killed? How many others had suffered all because they happen to piss her off? Well no more, no it was time for HER to be the one who suffered because she pissed off someone. Someone big, and getting bigger...


 


Moving forward, and still swelling larger, Sofia backhanded the door and sent it flying into the room. The door smashed into a large desk and embedded itself into its wood, along with the back of a guard who was nearly cut in half top-down. Blood poured from the dead corpse, yet Sofia did not fill disgusted this time. Her anger drove it out with ease as she glared at everyone in the room, these abusive bastards DESERVED this, ALL of them did!


 


The two surviving guards, and the Warden, reached for their guns as Sofia plowed into the room, easily smashing apart the door frame. She grabbed the guard to her left and flung him into the one on her right. They hit and sprawled onto the ground as the Warden fired, but her bullets were even less effective than before. Sofia tried to stand to her full height, but the ceiling was simply too low and she had to bend at the halfway point of her back, and still she keep growing.


 


The Warden's gun clicked to empty and she tossed the gun at Sofia. Sofia caught it with ease before crushing it like it was a piece of paper. She then tossed it back, smashing the Warden in the stomach and sending her doubling over with pain. And she hadn't even tossed it hard. The other two guards started to untangle and Sofia turned her glare toward them. One tried to raise his gun, but only got it half up before Sofia slammed her foot onto his hand. A crunch of bones echoed into the room and the guard howled in pain as his hand was flattened completely.


 


However, Sofia had slammed a bit too hard and felt herself pitching over. She wasn't quite used  this new size, her awkward standing didn't help either, and her balance was all over the place as she keep swelling and expanding. Her glare turned to worry as she swore and tumbled to her side. The two guards let out a quick scream before both were flattened as she smashed down onto them on her side. Sofia shivered a bit as she felt both crack apart in ways people were never meant to and felt a sudden pang of regret. It vanished, however, as she noticed the Warden racing for the door.


 


"No you don't!" Sofia said as she thrust her foot out to stop the monster of a woman, but was a second too slow as the Warden slipped through the smashed door frame, barely avoiding Sofia's foot as it rushed past and crashed into the opposite wall with enough force to crack it. Sofia swore and slammed her fist down in frustration. She was no-ooooooooooohhhhh?!


 


A sudden wave of growth filled Sofia and her body began to swell faster and faster, filling up the room in mere seconds. She grimaced as she felt herself be constritcted to smaller and smaller space and had to fight to keep from panicking, and then remember the massive quake from before. With a smirk, Sofia pushed against the cement of the building, trying to push herself up. It held for a moment, but the cracks began to form, expand, until...


 


With a yell of effort, Sofia burst out of the warden's office and into the open air. She stretched her arms out as her body surged higher and higher into the air and her slender form revealed more and more of itself. With another grunt, she freed her legs and pushed herself to her feet, and had to gap in awe. The prison was laid out before her like a child's playset, with only the towers on the walls able to compete with her new height.


 


She watched as various people began to flee in terror of her while others simply fell to their knees. It wasn't hard to see why they would give up as only a few feet.... well feet in her terms, was the other woman who was busying destroying anything and everything she could get her hands AND feet on. Unlike Sofia, she was already well above the towers in size and was busy toying with one, slowly knocking out its base with the tapping of her foot, while blocking the exits with her hands.


 


Despite all the noise, Sofia still manage to pick out a familiar voice far below. She whirled to see the Warden heading toward the exit, her phone to her ears. Feeling the familiar rage, Sofia stormed after the little monster, headless to what, or who, was in her way. She was NOT getting away! Sofia's legs plowed through solid cement buildings like they were nothing and anyone unlucky enough to get caught in her path were crushed as easily as a grape. Sofia ignored the sickening crunches, however, as she focused on her quarry.


 


By this time, the Warden had noticed her and broke into a run. Sofia, though, didn't need to increase her pace at all. Her far longer legs let her catch up with every step and she began to realize each step went a bit further than the last. She was growing again.


 


Sofia let a sadistic grin move across her face as she neared the Warden. She slammed her foot down harder than before and giggled as it throw the woman face first into the ground. A massive crater was left behind her foot as Sofia stopped to tower above the woman who had turned her into this. The Warden picked herself up and looked up at Sofia's face high, high above.


 


"K-Kill me and yo-" was as far as Sofia let the bitch get before she balled up her fist and slamming it into her. The Warden exploded into a burst of blood and gore and Sofia grinded her fist into the crated cement. With the Warden in hell where she belonged, Sofia stood back up and let out a long sigh. She glanced back at the path of destruction she had carved through the prison and felt a stab of guilt hit her. Maybe... maybe she ha-


 


A sudden burst of pain from her eye silenced her thoughts and she cried as she grabbed her face. She blinked a few times and was relieved to see her sight unaffected, save for a big of blurring which faded. Her fear was replaced with unyielding rage as she whirling on the offending bastard. A number of guards in the nearby tower began to lower their rifles as panic set in. And for good reason as Sofia's fury returned full force.


 


"You shot me in the eye? You SHOT me, in the EYE?!"


 


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Doctor Merabel tried the Warden again and swore as it went to a busy signal. She dropped the phone back into the cup holder of her car and prayed the Warden wasn't calling who she thought she was. If the Warden was callin General Frankz, then the fool would get everyone, including herself, killed. The General would scrub everything, and everyone, to keep his involvement a secret. And all of Merabel's work... Merabel pushed the pedal down a bit more as she raced toward the prison, zooming past the lone gas station this far out.


 


It still didn't make sense, her serum had never shown any hint of psychotic side-effects or berserk rages. Yes it did show a bit of size increase, but it was only a three or four percent increase, far from anything to be worried about. Dammit, if she was trying to use her experiment to cover for a riot or somet-


 


A sudden buzz snapped Merabel out of her thoughts and she snatched up her phone again. The Caller ID identified it as the Warden and Merabel took a second to get herself ready to defend herself. She was NOT going to be made into a scapegoat for the Warden.


 


Merabel didn't get anything out, however, as the phone erupted with what sounded like a full scale warzone. Screams, explosions, and crashes filled the transmitter and Merable had to jerk the phone away.


 


"Doc are you there? Hello? SAY SOMETHING, DAMMIT!" the Warden yelling, sounding a bit out of breath.


 


"Y-Yes I'm here, what is happening over there?" Merabel asked, leaning a bit closer to make sure she was heard. The noises erupting out of the phone keep her from putting it right to her ear though.


 


"Those damn subjects have grown huge! Their fucking giants and their getting bigger! What the HELL did you give them?!" the Warden demanded as Merabel's jaw fell open. Giants....getting bigger?! That...that wasn't... it co-


 


"Doctor? DOCT-" the Warden yelled before a massive explosion blew out the speakers to her phone and nearly deafened Merabel. The phone went silent as it gave a disinterested signal lost update. Merabel stared at it for a few seconds, having to fight to make sure she stayed on the road. It had to be lies... it had to be. Some kind of trick or.... or... Merabel pushed her foot to the floor as she raced toward the prison.


 


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Ten, eleven, tw- Catrina's counting came to an end as the guardtower gave way and began to crash down. She removed her hands from the exits and chuckled as the guards, who had been doing everything they could to move them, tried to flee. It was too late, however, as the frames collapsed along with the tower and the fuckers were either crushed or buried alive in the crumbling tower. Darn, she had been beating it would take thirteen taps of her foot to knock the tower down. Just one off...


 


Turning away from the pile of rubble, and the cries for help, Catrina looked back to the rest of the prison. On the other side of the prison was the slim hispanic girl who had been injected with the grow juice along with her. She was beating to fuck out of the last standing tower while slowly swelling to match Catrina's thirty foot height. That was fine with Catrina, the two seemed to be on the same page with this prison. What little was left of the administration building was between them, though most of it was either blasted apart or fallen rubble. It looked like the girl had burst out in that part of the prison too. The Medical Ward wasn't looking too good either, but it mostly intact, though that could easily be fixed. However, Catrina's eyes, and attention, was drawn more toward the one part of the prison left undamaged.


 


The prison itself, where all the inmates were kept, had escaped any real damage so far. Catrina smirked as she thought of the fun she could have with it. The women in there had nowhere to run and... and.... Her thoughts of continued destruction took a slight sour turn as she really thought about that. Those women didn't have anywhere to go... locked up in those damn cages, abused by the same guards that had abused her, most probably doomed to be stuck in the same revolving door she herself had been trapped in. Crushing the guards and, hell, even the random joes that happened to be here was one thing, but those women... man they were just a bit too close to home for Catrina. She COULD push through it and do it, but the aftertaste she'd experience...


 


She debated herself for another second or two before deciding it wasn't worth it. Sure it would be fun, but it'd all be tainted with her inability to not see herself in there. Besides, it wasn't like any of them had pissed her off or anything. Granted that was mostly because she was separated from them, being death row and all, but still it was a point in their favor. Besides, letting them out and making an even bigger mess for the law to clean up appealed more to her than wanton murder and destruction, at least this time.


 


Letting them out would take a bit of work though. Oh sure she could kick the wall down, but she'd have to do that for EVERY cell and that was wayyyyy too much work. Doubly so when should could grab a guard and make them open all of them at once. Looking around her feet, Catrina was a bit miffed to find most of the guards dead or so injured to be useless. There were a few stumbling about nearby and in the rubble, but they looked so shocked and out of it she doubted they'd realize she was talking to them. Or killing them so tortured was out too. However, she did manage to spot a female guard trying to sneak her way through the rubble to the entrance. Catrina smiled at the pretty little white girl with the blonde hair and advanced toward her.


 


The woman guard noticed she had been spotted almost immediately and tried to run. Catrina rolled her eyes and slammed her foot down a few steps behind her. The quake was enough to send her tumbling and Catrina snatched her up before she could get back on her feet. She struggled to get free of Catrina's grip, but the huge black woman barely even felt her efforts. Catrina squeezed a bit to get her to stop before lifting her up to eye level.


 


"Can you open the cells?" Catrina asked, trying to keep her voice down a bit so as not to have the problem from before. The woman winced and stared at Catrina's huge face in confusion.


 


"W-What?" she asked causing Catrina to smack her lips in annoyance.


 


"Girl, do you really want to make me repeat myself?" she asked as her eyes narrowed. The white girl's eyes widened in terror and she shook her head.


 


"N-No! I-I MEAN yes! I-I-I.... I can open the cells!" the woman, finally, managed to spit out. Catrina's grip had been tightening as her rambling got more annoying, but she relaxed it as she got her answer.


 


"Good. Then," Catrina paused as she strode over the main prison building before dropping the woman at the entrance, making sure to lower her enough not to injure her too badly, "Go let the prisoners out." The officer looked about to ask a very dumb question, but reconsidered as Catrina glared down at her. Instead, she nodded and rushed the door. She tried to open it, but it refused to budge, even with her key. Catrina smacked her lips and rolled her eyes in annoyance. Really? They locked the fucking door?


 


"Move," she said before pulling her leg back. The woman turned and then sprinted to the side as Catrina kicked a hole right through the wall, door and all. Some wet blood splattered on her foot, leaving stains of red on them, and Catrina shook her head at the idiots. Did they really think a door was going to save them after she had plowed through a cement roof like it was paper?


 


The woman didn't wait for orders before rushing through the rubble and into the building. Catrina's glare turned into a slight smirk as she crossed her arms. Well, at least she learned fast. Maybe she wouldn't crush her after her usefulness was over. Maybe....


 


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Sofia's rage slowly faded as she gave the annihilated tower one last kick of outrage. The eye... the fucking EYE! Who does that?! Somewhere in the powdered remains was the bits of the guards who had fired that shot. She wished she had grabbed them before ripping the tower apart but she hadn't even thought of it in her rage. Oh well, they were super dead either way.


 


Turning away from the powder, Sofia's lingering rage turned to shock. Going from the warden to that tower, she hadn't had a chance to really process what was happening around her. At least, not without the blinding mist of rage. Now, though... now she had time to really focus. She and the toned black woman had devastated the prison. Almost nothing, save the main prison complex, was undamaged and most of it was either destroyed or so badly damaged it might as well have been.


 


And then there was HERSELF. She had been big before her latest fury, but she was even bigger now. Thirty feet or so at least! She could walk the entire length of the complex in two or three strides and the towers, had they still be standing, would only have reached her chest. It was insane just how....big she was and how much damage she could unleash. In fact, looking over all the death, destruction, and such she felt... bad. The Warden was one thing, that monster deserved it, and most of the guards too, but there had to be some good ones mixed in with the bad. And then there were the people who had just been at the wrong place at the wrong time...


 


As the reality of what she had unleashed on the people here started to fully sink in, Sofia noticed the black woman kneeling over the prison complex. The woman who HAD been on death row... and been torturing guards for fun... Oh God, no! They... well OK there were some really nasty women in there, but most didn't deserve to be crushed! Hell even the bad ones didn't deserve that! Sofia rushed over, trying to keep some kind of eye on where she was stepping, to stop the other giantess from adding them to the death tally.


 


"W-Wait! Don't!" Sofia said causing the black woman to turn toward her with a raised eyebrow.


"Don't kill them!"


"Kill them? Tch, if I wanted them dead why would I be kneeling beside the building and not just walking through it?" the woman asked with an annoyed glare. Sofia opened her mouth, but closed it as she considered that. It...was a really good point as Sofia had plowed through a building a few minutes ago, and that was when she was a good bit smaller.


 


"I...sorry, I just-"


"Just what?" the woman asked as her glare narrowed. Oh shit... Answering she had just assumed because she was on death row that she was a murderer was probably not the best idea. Sofia's brain scrambled for a good excuse.


 


"Just...just worried about a few friends I have in there, hehe." Sofia said with as innocent a smile she could give. She really had no idea if the other woman could hurt her, nothing else had managed it, but if anything could it would be her. And, unlike Sofia, she had some definite tone to her figure...


 


The black woman glared at her for a second before a tiny yell, thankfully, drew her attention into a hole she had made in the ceiling. Sofia moved a bit closer and spotted a female guard in the hole.


 


"I can't get through the security door! It sealed when the alarm went off and won't unseal without the Warden's all clear signal!" the officer yelled up at them, her general look of fear seeming to double when she caught sight of Sofia. Her fear and sheer tininess was... kinda exciting, though scary too. Sofia had never been exactly big or beefy so being able to stare down at someone was a new experience. It was kinda a dream come true, but a bit extreme for her usual day dreams. Big difference between six feet and thirty...


 


"One side," the woman said as she reached in and gave the door a tap. The heavy door bent a bit with the first tap but the second knocked it off its hinges and she withdrew her hand to let the officer by. The officer, slowing for a second to marvel at the annihilated steel door, messed with a few of the buttons on the panel before pulling a lever. A loud alarm went off before the sounds of bars clanging open covered it up.


 


"Good job, now run," the woman said before raising her hand. The officer, surprisingly took off at full sprint without a second of hesitation as Sofia's heart leap into her throat. The other giantess smashed her fist down into the control room and it exploded outward like a bomb had hit it. The female officer threw herself onto the ground and skidded a few feet away, before leaping back to her feet to keep running. Sofia watched as she raced out and made a beeline for the exit. The other woman watched and started to lower her hand to block the exit, but Sofia grabbed it and let the officer sprint away. The black woman sent a bone chilling glare into Sofia.


 


"She...she did do what you asked," Sofia said with a nervous smile. The woman snatched her hand away from Sofia, but turned to look back at the prison. Sofia hoped the officer kept running till she found a good hiding spot, for her sake. She was NOT about to try and stop the other giantess again... And she was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to even if she tried...


 


A second or two later, a few of the other prisoners stuck their heads out through the hole the other giantess had made. They stared at Sofia, the other woman, and the devastated prison in a mixture of wonder and terror.


 


"Don't worry, we wo-" Sofia started to say, but the prisoners took off back into the prison. Sofia supposed she didn't blame them. Seeing this from their viewpoint, she'd probably be thinking staying in the cell might not be a bad idea. The other woman, however, didn't seem to have an interest in their point of view.


 


"Fine, stay in there you dumb bitches. When the military gets here I'm sure they'll take care of ya'll," she said before pushing herself back onto her feet.


 


"Wait, military? Why would they come here?" Sofia asked causing the woman to turn a "really" face at her.


 


"Cause their the ones that did this to us. Don't you remember all the soldiers and that general-looking fuck in the ward?" the woman asked. Truth be told, Sofia didn't remember much of that. She had been so terrified that things kind blended together, but now that she mentioned it she did remember seeing that... And th- oh no...


 


Fear gripped Sofia as she realized they were dead. Sure they had been immune to the pistols, rifles, and shotguns of the guards, but the military  had far, FAR stronger stuff. Tanks, planes, missiles, bombs...And she had seen the Warden using her cellphone before- oh no no no!


 


"We're fucked..." Sofia said as she collapsed to the ground with a small earthquake. The other giantess shrugged and started off toward another part of the prison, leaving Sofia with her despair. She knew how this would end, knew how that General would make sure the truth would never get out. They'd kill them all, bury the evidence, and cover this all up... Illegal experimentation, corrupt for-profit jails, abuse of power, if the story did get out it would destroy anyone confirmed to be a part of it... But it would all be erased... just like she had erased the War- Sofia's fear-induced rant stopped as she thought back to what had doomed them. The Warden's cellphone... cellphones... people, TV stations... Sofia looked at her own hand, measuring it next to the prison. Of course.... OF COURSE!!!


 


"Unless we fuck them..." she whispered to herself.


"What?" the other woman asked causing Sofia to snap back to reality. She jumped back to her feet and turned to the other woman.


 


"We're fucked unless we fuck them! Make it so they CAN'T cover this up! There's, there's a city near here, Coosa. If we go there, there will be no way they can cover this up. I mean, just look at us! We'd get so much video evidence, so much internet and media attention, there would be no way to keep it underwraps! We could get the treatment we need AND nail them all to the wall!" Sofia said as a surge of optimism filled her. It was PERFECT! They could get cured, have so much media attention that any attempt on them would just make it look even worse, AND be all the proof needed to screw this hellish prison and the general that ordered this! She'd be a hero in her cause, a person who really had taken down the powerful! YES, some good would come of this and the deaths... the deaths wouldn't have been pointless...


 


The other woman stared at her in a rather uninterested way. She sighed before glancing away and Sofia's optimism began to fade. She...she was going to come with her...right? Sofia didn't want to have to do this alone, and two giantesses would draw twice as much attention. The other woman's uninterest slowly faded, though, and she turned back.


 


"How big is Coosa?" she asked, taking Sofia a bit off-guard.


 


"Huh? Oh it's pretty big. It's no Triton, but it's still big enough to be a traffic nightmare. Thank our lack of public transportation for that an-," Sofia said annoyed with how easy that solution would be. Just a few expansions to the tra-


 


"Yeah, fine. Lead the way then..." the woman said waving forward.


 


"Huh? O-Oh right. Follow me...uhhhh...." Sofia stopped mid step as she realized they hadn't even introduced themselves.


 


"Right, we never said our names. Sofia," Sofia said before extending her hand.


 


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Catrina sighed and took the extended hand.


"Catrina, now let's go," Catrina said. Sofia nodded before heading out of the prison, trying to watch where she stepped. Catrina didn't give a damn and plowed through, or crushed, whatever was in her way. Just like she didn't give a damn about proving shit or getting cured, definitely not that last one.


 


No, what she was interested in was that city, Coosa. Crushing this prison had been the most fun she had had in years. Having been abused, lorded over, trapped, and generally mistreated for all her life, being the one to dish it out was AMAZING. And fuck did it turn her on, damn she had never been so excited. No wonder so many of the guards were or became monsters, complete control was one HELL of a engine rever.


 


And now...now all she really wanted was MORE. A prison was fun, but an entire city... Oh sure the military would catch up with them and probably would be able to kill them, but she had been prepared to die this morning anyway. If she got to have some more fun, and take more of the privileged fucks who always stuck their noses up at her for being a "criminal" then that was more than she had hoped for. In fact, just thinking about it was getting her engine really going. She might have to make a pit stop before they got there... doubly so as they plowed through the forests surrounded the prison like they were nothing but corn stalks. Catrina hoped this was only the beginning of her sudden... rise in life.


 


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Doctor Merabel was almost to the prison. She had entered the wooded area that surrounded the complex and was starting to pass the various warning signs about hitchhikers and such. Her mind was still racing, trying to understand what could have happened and whether she should believe the Warden's words. Grown larger? It co-


 


Her thoughts, and her car, came to a screeching halt as she caught sight of movement through the trees. It couldn-... Oh God... Merabel's jaw fell open as she realized she was watching feet, feet big enough to smash apart evergreens, plow through the forest. Her eyes drifted up and her awe turned to terror as she saw the two test subjects towering high above. Both glanced into her direction and Merabel's terror turned to pure horror. But the hispanic one simply waved while the other rolled her eyes before they continued forward to wherever they were heading, their foot falls making diminishing quakes as they went.


 


Merabel stayed in her car for a second or two before snapping out of her terror. She sprang out of her car and tried to get a better look, but the two had vanished out of sight behind the still standing trees. Dear God, they were massive... Twenty, thirty feet, it was hard to say she had been too terrified to really grasp size. What she did know was that the Warden hadn't been lying, they HAD become growing mons- growing... oh no... Surely they couldn't, but they had already....


 


Another wave of fear washed over Merabel as she jumped back into her car. She floored it as she headed for the prison and hoped most of her equipment was still there and intact. She had to study this, find out how it had happened and... and pray her fear was untrue. But most of all, find someway to cure them before General Franz pulled together a strike team. She was more than sure he would kill them and anyone else who had seen this to cover his ass, collateral damage be damned.


 


As if summoned by her thoughts, her phone buzzed with a call from the very same. She ignored it, however, as she focused on her task. There was no point talking to him right now as all he would do is try to blame this on her. No, she needed answers and, most of all, solutions before talking to him. Otherwise she was just wasting her time.


 


Merabel brought her car to a slow stop as she came into sight of what was left of the prison. The place looked like it had been a war zone and the sounds of gunfire was still drifting out of it. A few guards, and even what looked to be prisoners, were fleeing the prison, but the gunfire was still mostly coming from inside.  


 


Despite the gunfire, Merabel knew she had to get inside. Her equipment was in the medical ward along with her notes. Without them, she had little chance of figuring out what had gone wrong, much less how to fix it. It was dangerous, doubly so since even the guards were fleeing, but those two women had been mutated because of her. She owed them, and anyone they hurt, the attempt to try and fix this.  Getting out of her car, Merabel headed toward the ruined entrance and looked inside.


 


Her stomach churned as she saw crushed and dismembered bodies litter the grounds. Craters in the shape of feet, and of various sizes, covered the ground and almost none of the buildings were standing. In the yard of the prison, a number of the prisoners had grabbed abandoned guns and were mowing down the few guards that had survived the giantesses rampage. A few guards were firing back, but they were badly outnumbered and dropping quickly. It really was a war zone in here...


 


Merabel swallowed down her fear and made a quick sprint to some fallen rubble to hide behind. She keep low and behind things as she tried to find her way to where the medical ward was. It looked to be mostly intact, unlike the administration building and watchtowers, but did have signs of damage. Merabel gave a silent prayer that her equipment was still intact, and thanks that the wing was away from where the prisoners were unloading their weapons.


 


She made a quick dash to another pile and took cover behind it when her heart leapt into her throat.


 


"What the, who the hell is that?!" she heard one of the prisoners yell. Oh God n- Sudden gunfire stopped her thoughts, but it was directed at some other direction. Merabel risked a peek as a guard, who had been trying to hide, took off away from her and the prisoners.


 


"Shit its Henderson! Stop firing, girls, I want him for myself!"


"Not if I get him first!"


 


The female prisoners all whooped and cheered as they started to give chase, moving away from the yard and, most importantly, Merabel. She gave silent thanks to Henderson and his, apparently, good looks before making a break for the medical ward.


The building was a mess of rubble, ruined hallways, and general chaos, but Merabel managed to pick her way through. After a bit of exploring, she managed to pick up where she was and wind her way to the lab this had all started at. She opened the door and gave a thankful gasp as her equipment remained where she had left it. Quickly powering on her computer, thankfully the ward's generator had survived, she began pulling up all her notes, her tests, everything and set to work figuring out what had gone so very wrong.


 


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Tamayo was bored... Working at her family's gas station was always mind numbing, but on days like today it was mind breaking. They hadn't had a single customer and all Tamayo had to entertain herself was her phone games, all of which had become very boring. So now she had been reduced to simply staring out the window hoping her brain would find something worth focusing on... It didn't.


 


She wished she was back in her dorm, with the city all around her, but money was tight and her family simply couldn't afford the rent for summer as well. So it was back to the family business of serving the nearby prison... and nothing else really. Oh sure it meant regular business but no one came out this way unless they were going to the prison, and who wanted to go to one of those?


 


Tamayo stifled a yawn before turned to her dad. He was watching one of his shows on their small TV and not paying any real attention to anything else.


 


"Gonna take a break," she said and he half nodded and waved her off. She sighed to herself before heading out the front door and into the warm air. It was a nice day, clear and bright. She did admit to liking the clean air and the quiet way out here... if only it could fix the being boring part. Off to the side was Tony and his truck, delivering their weekly supply of gas. He gave her a wave and she returned it before scampering off like she was heading to the bathroom. She had learned the hard way that Tony was... long winded. Last time she had gotten caught by him it had taken thirty minutes and her dad butting it to get her free. She had no wish to relive that memory.


 


Heading around the station, Tamayo debating heading back to the house, and risking her parents annoyance at just leaving, or finding something that looked like work but wasn't. It was a tough ca- Her thoughts were interrupted as a slight tremor seemed to run through the ground. The he- And then another came... and another and another, each getting worse than the last. An earthquake, here? She had nev..e........................


 


Tamayo's thought drifted away as her mouth went slake. Slowly appearing through the treeline were the nude bodies of two women, one hispanic and the other black. As they moved closer, it became obvious their heads were near the top of the trees, but that was impossible! They'd... they'd have to be huge! Like... couple of stories huge! But as they closed in, the proof of their size only grew. They shoved entire trees over with ease, branches snapping like they were nothing, and each step caused the ground to shake even more They...they were plowing through like the trees were overgrown toothpicks! And...and their eyes were settling on the gas station.


 


"Good, I needed a pit stop," the black giantess said as she got an off putting smirk on her face. The hispanic turned and raised her eyebrow at the other before shrugging.


 


"Fine, but make it quick. No telling when the military might show," she said as they stomped and crashed the last few yards to the station. Tamayo was rooted in place, not just by the quakes, as the two stopped only a yard to two away, their impossible huge forms rising above her like small office buildings. Thankfully, or maybe unthankfully, neither seemed to notice her as she tried to crawl away from them.


 


"So what? Are you hungry or thirsty? Please don't tell me it's...that kind of pit stop cause I don't think that is going to work," the hispanic giantess said, her voice so loud it kinda hurt. The black giantess moved a bit closer to the station before her eyes settled on something.


 


"I'm hungry, just not that kind of hungry," she said before bending down to reach for something. Tamayo watched in awe and horror as she leaned back up with Tony's big rig in her hand. She...she was lifting it like it was NOTHING!


 


"What is th- Oh Jeez, really?! Right here?" the hispanic woman said as the black one began to rub the tractor part of the big rid against her private area. Tomoya blushed in embarrassment before turning away, just as appalled as the other giantess.


 


"Mmmm, hell yeah. Been so long since I had a proper dildo or anything b-"


"I GET THE POINT! Jeez, TMI." the giantess interrupted, her blurt causing Tamayo to wince. Tamayo still refused to look, but did manage to get her feet under her. She rushed off away from the station and the two massive things of madness, hoping that maybe getting away from this would make it make sense. She slowed to a stop at the edge of the forest and looked back only to see the insanity still there. The giant, slim hispanic woman, covering her face so as not to accidentally look at her comrade and the giant, toned black woman pleasuring herself with a sixteen wheeler. Tomoya kinda wanted to look away, but couldn't as the giantess started to really get into it.


 


The black giantess thrust the trailer harder and harder into herself, her hands starting to bend the frame. She began to moan and gasp in pleasure as her pace increased. Tomoya had seen other girls do it, college was about experimenting, but this was... different. The sheer scale difference, the way the moans reverberated, the slight glisten as sweat began to form, the fact she was using a fucking big rig, all made this unlike any experience she had had. And she couldn't look away as the giantess' moans turned to gasps and then a groan as she hit her climax. Wow....


 


The pleased giantess pulled her dildo truck out of herself and gave a satisfied moan. She turned to look at her partner before her eyes widened. The other woman gave her a confused look before shaking her head.


 


"No way..." she said as something started to happen to the black giantess. Tomoya had a tough time believing it, but it soon became obvious, she was enlarging. Her already huge figure swelled outward, her head rose higher into the air, and the truck she was still holding became smaller and smaller in her hand. The growing giantess let out a rumbling laugh as she watched the truck shrink in her hand. After a few more spurts, sending her to forty, maybe even fifty feet, she let it drop.


 


Tomoya watched it fall, her mind still numb from the madness in front of her, before she was thrown back as it, and the station, exploded outward in a fireball of fury. Her body crumpled as it slammed into a nearby tree and the last thing Tomoya saw was a glob coming toward her.


 


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Sofia watched in a mixture of amazement and apprehension as Catrina's head moved further and further away. Jesus... they were already huge, but could still get even bigger?! How big could they get?! Was there even a limit? Sofia was so lost in her thoughts, and their implications, that she didn't register the fuel truck falling till it was too late.


 


"N-" was all Sofia got out before her words were lost to the massive explosion. Sofia stumbled back, her arms raised to shield her face, as the shockwave crashed into her. She regained her footing without too much trouble and lowered her arms to find the gas station blown apart, with only bits of burning frame to mark where it had been. Sofia knew at least one person had been in there, the truck driver had fled inside when Catrina had.... "borrowed" his truck, but she was sure there had been more. And they were now gone... just like that.


 


"CATRINA, what the hell?! There were people in there!" Sofia yelled up at Catrina, her anger blocking out the rather...substantial size difference between them now. Catrina had been slightly taller than Sofia when they had left, but no more than would be normal between various people. Now... now Sofia barely passed Catrina's waist... Catrina had been busy stretching out her new, enlarged, form, but stopped as she glanced down at Sofia.


 


"So? There'd been people in those towers you crushed and the buildings you plowed through, didn't mind offing them," Catrina said as she put her hands on her hips and stared down at Sofia. Sofia felt a pang of fear as the size gap suddenly came into focus, but her fury at the injustice of those innocent people's death override her fear.


 


"That was different! Those guards deserved it for being part of such a cruel and monstrous system, but they," she paused as she motioned back to the still burning remains, "they were just people! People who hadn-" Sofia stopped mid sentence as Catrina leaned over to loom over her directly. A wave of fresh fear put out the fire of her passion and she had to fight not to shrink away. Catrina's cold brown eyes glared down at her, but Sofia keep her own glaring back as they two locked into an unspoken, and unacted, struggle. And then Catrina smirked.


 


"Damn right they were JUST people. But me, us, we ain't just people anymore, are we?" Catrina said as she started to kneel down. Sofia felt her glare soften as she tried to see what Catrina was getting at. Of...of course they were still people, what else could they be?


 


"Naw, we're.... better. Bigger, stronger..." Catrina continued as she went to her knees, Sofia started to retreat a few steps, unsure but worried what the ex-prisoner had in mind. Yet despite it, she couldn't help but feel a bit of old rage bubble up. That talk was the same kind those in positions of power always used, the very people she was determined to fight.


 


"Th-That's not true! Well.. the first part anyway. W-We might be bigger and stronger, but that doesn't give us the rig-AHHhhhhhhhuuuuu..." Sofia's words turned into a yelp, then a moan as Catrina lunged forward. Sofia tried to stop her, but was too slow and weak to stop her head from burying itself into her crotch. And once her tongue began its work, she didn't want to make her stop, not really anyway.


 


Sofia gasped in abject pleasure as Catrina's tongue began to give Sofia the best licking she had ever had. The sheer SIZE of her tongue was beyond words and the way it moved and twisted and got into places... Fuck what had she even been thinking about?


 


"Naw, we are better," Catrina said between licks, "I can prove it," Fuck she was so good... "What happens when a normal person gets licked off?" What was she asking? Lick- fuck she needed to stop talking!


"She cums, but when you get licked off," Sofia had been squeezing bits of Catrina's hair, but they turned into vice grips as she redoubled her efforts. Fuck, fuck FUCK FUCCCCCKK! Sofia let out a ground shaking yell of pleasure as she climaxed and gasped to try and catch her breath. As the tidal wave of pleasure finally began to ebb, her mind began to catch up to what Catrina had been saying. A... normal per- Oh...Ohhhhhhh....


 


Sofia felt it starting before her mind fully comprehended Catrina's point. Her hands began to spread out, digging into the ground as they demanded more space. Her back followed suit and the tidal wave of pleasure became a warm pool. Sofia moaned as she dug her heels into the pavement and felt it crack then give way. Catrina smirked as she watched her grow and Sofia smiled back as she went from intimidatingly huge, to only slightly taller. With one final soft moan, the feeling came to an end and Sofia settled into her new size.


 


"When I get licked off, I get even bigger and stronger..." Sofia, finally, answered. Catrina nodded before standing up. Sofia did the same, stumbling a bit as she got used to her new, even larger, size. Damn, the trees were almost shorter than her! And the station seemed closer to a model than a place people w- wait, there had been more of it befor- OH GOD!


 


Sofia whirled to Catrina, who only smirked, as Sofia felt her back. Sure enough, there were bits of burnt wood and other debris stuck to it. Her spurt had seen her grow right over it... and she hadn't even noticed. An entire gas station and... and she hadn't even FELT it... She really wasn't a person anym- NO! No, no she wouldn't start thinking that way! She could still get cured, still get back to normal! Besides, the people in that station were...dead before she....they....they had to have been...


 


"So, ya get it now?" Catrina asked causing Sofia to snap out of her thoughts. She started at her for a second as she thought about what happened...what would happen again... If she brought Catrina to Coosa... but what other choice did she have? Go off on her own and leave her to do God knows what? Or wander out here where no one would find them? No, if she did that the military would kill them both and bury this. She HAD to go to Coosa, but if she just left Catrina... No, no she needed to keep her in sight AND get to Coosa if she hoped to ever get back to normal, and reveal the abuses of power the government had done.


 


She just...she just hoped she could avoid abusing the power she now had. Memories of that feeling, of smashing the towers, of crushing the Warden, were getting harder to ignore. And she could think of plenty of people in Coosa she would love to get her enlarged hands on... Maybe... maybe a few pit stops before she got cured. She was already going to jail for life over the people she had already killed, what were a few more? Yeah that.... that would be fine........... right?


 


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Pain... so much pain... It hurt, everything hurt the pain hurt pai-


 


Tomoya gasped as she tried to scream in agony. Her lungs, however, were empty and her gasp only made it far worse. She tried to roll over, but another lance of pain speared into her stopping her mid-roll. Instead, she stayed on the ground, gasping and half screaming in pain.


 


She didn't know how long she was trapped in that living hell, unable to do anything but try to scream, but the unceasing agony did begin to fade. Tomoya forced her lungs to try and work properly and her quick gasps began to turn back into breaths. As she got her breathing back in order, the pain eased into something less than mind numbing and she managed to focus on her eyes. Branches and the clear sky beyond them hung above her. When had... she gotten outside?


 


Tomoya tried to turn her head, but the pain rocketed back to full and she cried in agony. Tears began to stream down her face as she tried to move her body, with the same result. Oh God what had happened to her?! What kind of accident had she been in and why was no on-


 


"H-Hello?" Tomoya asked as the pain fell back to more manageable levels. No one answered and panic began to set in. No... No, she couldn't be alone!


 


"Please, someone!" she yelled again but still there was no answer. Oh God... Oh Go- Tomoya's thoughts stopped dead as the pain returned in full force. She tried to scream, but the pain was so bad she couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything as it felt like her back was ripping itself apart. She barely registered noises coming from somewhere as she began to writhe in agony until, finally, the pain began to ease.


 


Tomoya rolled over onto her side and cried in pure agony as the pain lingered in her mind. She had never felt anything like it and its memory was enough to make her cringe. She shook her head trying to force it out, but it refused to leave. But it didn't return.... thank God. It didn't return....


 


She stayed in the fetal position for a few moments before composing herself enough to try and move. She lowered her legs, slowly and carefully, but didn't feel any sudden bolts of pure agony. Moving her arms resulted in the same and she twist- OH GOD! Tensing in preparation for the tidal wave, Tomoya was... confused when nothing happened. The pain... didn't come. She turned her head back to the sky and felt stiff... but nothing close to the hell from before. What in?


 


Pushing herself up, Tomoya was even more confused as she stood without issue. Both her back and neck felt... off, like she had worked them out too much or something, but other than that she felt fine. What....what was that?


 


Looking around Tomoya's jaw unhinged as she looked at the tree she was under. Specifically, the trunk where an obvious imprint of her own body had been smashed into the tree. JESUS! That.... that couldn't be her! If she had hit that hard she'd have broken her back, neck, hell her entire body! There was no... no way.... and yet there was no one else around.... and that pain from before....


 


A mix of fear and hint of excitement entered into Tomoya. This...this had to have been some kind of prank or....dream. It... it couldn't be real it... it............


 


All the emotions vanished as Tomoya turned to see the exploded remains of her parent's gas station. And with them, the memories came rushing back. Tomoya fell to her knees as she stared at the blackened remains of her family. Her parents were gone.... blasted away by a thirty foot tall woman who needed a dildo.... It... it was madness... but no less mad than her surviving the impact to that tree... She remembered, now, being tossed like a doll and slamming into it. The sudden spike of pain and the-


 


Tomoya stopped and reached up to her face. She grimaced as she felt a sticky goop cling to her fingers and pulled it out to see what it was. It was whitish and sme- OH GOD! Tomoya had to fight not to barf as she tried to rip the cu- oh God.... off herself. She rushed to where a burst line was spewing water and dunked her head into the freezing water. It's temperature didn't interest her in the least as she washed the ungodly goop off of herself. Fuck, she thought she could TASTE it too!


 


That was the last straw and Tomoya hurled off to the side of the pipe. She took a minute to recover before looking back at the remains of her old life... the twisted and burnt frames of metal all that remained. She flopped down onto the ground and felt.... she didn't even know. It was all just so.... so....


 


It was slow, at first... like a small ember slowly catching, but it began to spread. Tomoya tried to ignore it, but it rose as she sat there, demanding attention. She tugged at the collar of her shirt and tried to wiggle her bound toes. What... what was happening? Her pants dug into her and she felt, FElt the fabric stretching.


 


Tomoya looked down and narrowed her eyes as her ample chest pushed her shirt further and further. Her breasts didn't look any bigger, but her shirt looked far smaller. Her toes refused to be contained as they burst out of her shoes and her pants button snapped off. And as her body continued to enlarge, Tomoya's face went from shock, to a hard glare. She didn't understand how, but whatever had made those two women huge had spread to her. And as if to confirm her suspicious, Tomoya's new amazon-sized body burst apart the last of her clothing.


 


Pushing herself back to her feet, Tomoya looked herself over. She didn't look much different than before, only larger, but she felt completely different. Before she had been depressed, lost, weak. Now.... now she was strong, confident.... and pissed. No, more than pissed. Those w- no MONSTERS had taken her family from her. And now... now she was going to make them pay. Her fury bubbled up as she clamped her fists tight. The path the monsters had left was simple to follow and Tomoya stomped off in pursuit. And as she did, her rage, and her size, grew and grew and grew....


 


End Part 1

End Notes:

Yep I'm back. Not sure when Part 2 will be but I am going to try and get it done as quick as I can.

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Part 2 by Zanderas

Part 2



Sofia's uncertainty had returned as she and Catrina had made their way toward Coosa. Before their.... stop, the forest had been only a minor inconvenience. But now... now it was a welcome, and unwelcome, reminder of the sheer POWER she wielded. Evergreens snapped in half with a simple push and her feet dug ditches into their roots. Birds took off in terror of the two giantesses made their way through their home. It made Sofia think back to the gas station... and the temptation that had come into her head. Thankfully, their massive strides made what would have been a thirty minute trip to only a few and it wasn't long before the office buildings of Coosa came into sight.

 

Coosa wasn't a huge city, but was on its way to becoming one. A few highrises had gone up here and there over the years and it wouldn't be long before it hit that unspoken mark to become a true metropolitan. But it hadn't hit it yet and the skyscrapers were the exception rather than the rule. Most of the rest of the city was housing or service buildings, malls and such, that served the residents. And that meant it had plenty of people to make any attempt to hide two giant women showing up all but impossible.

 

Sofia tried to get Catrina to wait at the edge of the forest as they arrived at the highway leading into the city, but the muscular giantess plowed right on past her. Cars swerved and crashed into each other, or the median, as her foot slammed down from the small cliff Sofia had stopped on.

 

"Catrina! Be careful!" Sofia said as she, with a good bit more care, stepped down onto the highway. Car alarms and horns were blaring from every direction along with screams of panic. Sofia cringed as she looked at all the accidents and the mess Catrina had made.

 

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Catrina said as she stared down at the various people, either fleeing or staring in awe. Sofia noticed just as many were staring up at her and she tried to cover herself as a sudden burst of embarrassment hit her. She had nearly forgotten she was completely naked. Catrina, though, didn't look to care in the least.

 

"Just... just watch your step as we keep heading to the city. There will be more witnesses there," Sofia said as she began to move toward the city. Catrina didn't follow, at first, but fell in after a few seconds. Thankfully, the accident they had caused made the highway wide open for them to walk down, though the opposite lane got a bit... messy as people stared at them. But there really wasn't a way to stop that, the highway was the only way to get to the city proper without having to go through residential areas. And Sofia wasn't willing to do that after what Catrina had done back at the gas station.

 

After a minute or two of walking, the two of them reached the exit leading to the main road of Coosa. Word must have spread about them as a mass of people, police, and news crews had gathered to watch them approach. Sofia smiled as her plan came together and she gave the cameras a wave, before snapping her arm back around her chest. She really needed to find someway to cover up.

 

Awe and a bit of panic spread through the gathered crowd as she and Catrina moved to only a few yards from them. The police had made a line with their cars and some wooden barriers to keep the public back. Most of them had their guns out and trained on them, but held their fire. Sofia wasn't worried about them, though. They, basically, had the same weapons as the guards did and none of them had been able to hurt either one of them. And that was before both of them had grown quite a bit larger.

 

As both of them stopped, their feet cracking the pavement where they rested, a deafening silence hung over the area. Sofia glanced between the people and Catrina, wishing someone would say something. Finally, Sofia decided to be the first to speak just to end the silence.

 

"Uhhh... hi?" she said, her voice causing people to stumble back in shock. A shot rang out, but if the bullet hit her, Sofia didn't feel it. It wasn't followed by any other, thankfully, and the startled crowd began to compose itself.

 

"Please, we don't want to hurt anyone. We... we just need help getting back to normal. And making sure the people that did this to us get punished," Sofia soothed, her hands kinda spread to show she meant no harm. The crowd started to mumble among itself as the police looked between one another. Sofia hoped they believed her, she didn't want to have to figure out another plan. Or try to get out of here without hurting someone.

 

"Miss, MISS! Ted of Channel 6, how did you end up like this? Are there others like you?" a reporter for a local news station asked. Sofia leaned down a bit, causing a stir in the crowd, as she got a better look at the man. He was rather attractive and looked earnest in his questions. Perfect!

 

"Umm, well we wound up... bigger because of a government experiment. And I think we are the only ones. Actually, that was why we came, we wanted to make sure they couldn't cover this up," Sofia answered. The murmurs grow far louder as the reporter's eyes lit up like he had just spotted a fountain of pure candy. He tried to ask more questions, but other reporters started trying to talk over him. Other people began to try and move forward, forcing the police to split their focus, and a general wave of awe and curiosity filled the air. Sofia's held breath was released as her plan came to fruition. Perfect, there was no way the military could cover this up or risk attacking them, now. And all they had to do was answer some questions and no-

 

Suddenly, Sofia felt something push against her rear and her balance was thrown completely off. She tried to stop herself, but her reaction was too slow. By the time she fully realized what was happening, it was too late to stop. With a cry of alarm, and fear, Sofia crashed down onto the gathering crowd. The force knocked the lucky people off their feet and broke nearly every glass pane in a block radius. Sickening pops erupted from under Sofia’s chest and arm as the people caught under her were splattered like grapes. Bile rose up in Sofia’s throat as a good chunk of the police line and the crowd, including the reporter, were now stains on Sofia's toppled over body.

 

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Catrina couldn't help but laugh as panic surged through the crowd. The various people all scattered in every direction as revulsion and guilt took over Sofia's face. The little idealist had been given a good push into reality and Catrina was SO glad she had been the one to give it. Did she really think Catrina wasn't going to squash all these people and just accept being made weak and small again? Naw, she was NEVER going to give this up.

 

Leaving Sofia to try and explain why she had just crushed twenty or so people, Catrina stomped past her fallen body and kicked the closest police cruiser out of her way. The unlucky officers that had been taking cover behind it simple ceased as their car smashed them apart before embedding itself into a nearby building. Catrina smirked in approval before continuing forward, enjoying the soft crunches that her feet caught with each step.

 

"Catrina! STOP!" Sofia yelled after her, but Catrina responded with a finger and nothing else. She looked down at the fleeing crowd, slowly thinning as the smarter ones ducked into alleys or buildings. Catrina sped her pace up just enough to catch the majority and then slowed to stay a bit behind. The panic screams of terror and fear were music to her as she made a game of seeing how many she could catch underfoot in one step. She got up to five by the time she got a bit bored with it.

 

Looking back up, but not stopping, she looked between the buildings on either side of her. She swung out her right arm and was amazed as it plowed through the concrete building like it was made of paper. A quick test of her left arm proved it was not a fluke and a power-crazed laugh escaped her mouth. A new game began of smashing a random floor of the building while continuing to move through the city. Some of the buildings collapsed from the damage, some withstood the abuse, but either way people fled the buildings and were forced into her path. Catrina licked her lips as the much thinned out crowd began to grow again. And it wasn't the only thing.

 

A soft moan escaped her lips as her body began to enlarge. Each step caused the pavement to crack a bit more and sent more of the crowd stumbling. Her arms began to hit the higher floors without any trouble and her hips moved closer and closer to them as well. Catrina's moan turned into a deep chuckle as her slow pace overtook the crowd with ease, her steps growing longer and longer. Finally, with a grunt of satisfaction, Catrina's latest spurt came to an end and the hundred foot ex-prisoner stopped her rampage as she took time to admire her new height.

 

Nearly all the buildings in Coosa were now smaller than her and Catrina rested her arm on one, before crushing it like a used soda can. The dust, debris, and blood mixed together into a pile of debris and Catrina stomped it down for good measure, shattering the last few panes her steps hadn't broken. Looking for her next victim, Catrina spotted the tallest building in the city, and one of the few still taller than her. Giving it a miffed look, Catrina headed for it, plowing through any building dumb enough to be in the way. Her toned body shoved its way through concrete, steel, and glass without so much as a scratch and more than a few splatters erupted on various parts of Catrina's body. She ignored it all, though she did enjoy the splats, as she focused on her goal. Finally, she reached the building and stopped to stare into its polished glass sheen, her own face staring back in annoyance.

 

"Could bring ya down just by walkin... but I got a better idea. Lucky you," Catrina said before turning away, not adding the for now the occupants would have wanted to hear. Cause she WAS going to crush that place, just not till she was big enough to crush it AND the city. And as another surge began to slowly form inside her, Catrina knew it wouldn't be long before that eyesore would be dust.

 

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"Catrina! STOP!" Sofia yelled after the crazed woman as she strolled forward into the fleeing crowd. The black woman responded with a finger and continued her deadly walk. Terror, anger, and self-loathing filled Sofia as she watched the death toll climb with every step. What was she THINKING bringing her here?! It should have been obvious she was unhinged considering she was on death row AND after what she had done to the gas station. But some part of her hadn't wanted to do this alone and now...

 

Sofia pushed herself up onto her feet, making sure to put them where she had fallen so as not to add to the carnage, and stared after the monster. She had to stop her... but how? Talking sure as hell wasn't going to work which left only one real option... a bad option for all kinds of reasons.

 

Despite her growth, Sofia was still just as scrawny and thin as she had been. Catrina, on the other hand, was toned, well-defined, and built like a tank in comparison. Worse, Sofia had never been in a fight in her life and Catrina, considering her background, had almost certainly had. Oh sure nothing had hurt either of them so far, but if anything could it would be each other... and Catrina was more likely to manage it than Sofia. But looking down at the blood splatters still on her body and the slowly dripping off remains, Sofia knew she had to try. She was the only one who could.

 

Taking a deep breath, Sofia moved forward and tried to psych herself up. But her effort stopped dead as screams from below drew her attention down to the ground. A woman was only a few feet from her foot and looked to have, barely, avoided being crushed. Terror flooded into Sofia as she moved her foot away, only to barely avoid smacking into another fleeing person.

 

"Wai- No do- Stop! Please, I am try-" Sofia tried to say as she had to come to a dead stop to avoid hurting anyone. People were in such a blind panic that they weren't paying attention to anything and a crowd of people, cars, and debris was now forming between her and Catrina. Dammit, she needed to go after her, but couldn't without causing even more terror and destruction.

 

Sofia's thoughts were interrupted as shots began to ring out among the chaos. She felt pinpricks hitting her in various places and she looked down to see the surviving officers firing away at her. Their guns were as ineffective as the guards at the prison were and Sofia let out an annoyed sigh. Wait... yes! If they could clear the streets, she could go after Catrina!

 

"Wait, stop! I don't want to hurt anyone! Listen, I need your help so I can stop Catrina!" Sofia tried to explain as she fought her instinct to move thanks to all the bullets hitting her. The gunfire didn't slow at all as Sofia swore under her breath.

"Please! You all saw her push me over, I d-"

 

"Save it you overgrown Mexican cunt! Should have deported all of you illegals years ago!" one of the officers yelled. Sofia's frustration turned to white hot rage as her head snapped to the idiot. The fucker fired despite the glare of rage she was giving him and his bullet simply bounced off her cheek. Sofia bent down to loom over him, ignoring the rest of the idiots as she glared down at the fucker.

 

"What... did you say?" Sofia demanded as her rage pushed everything aside. The officer's bravado fractured in an instant and he fired again, but shot wide. Sofia narrowed her eyes as she bent down closer to him, putting him and the area around him in an unnatural shade. The officer lost his nerve and tried to flee, but Sofia was quick to react. She went to her knees, crushing a few police cars, before slamming her arm down to block his escape. He tried to shove Sofia's arm out of the way, but she barely even felt it as she dragged him closer.

 

"First of all, I'm not an illegal. I was born here and so were my parents you fucker," Sofia said, spitting out the last word and splattering him with a glob of spit. She didn't wait for him to get it off himself to continue.

"Second, my grandparents are from Panama, not Mexico!" Sofia yelled, her voice blasting him back. She stared at him and was only kinda aware of the fact he was shrinking away. Part of her felt the road cracking more and more under her weight, of debris being shoved aside as her body demanded more space, and of the fact the remaining officers had fled.

 

"And lastly, the only reason I am like this is because of people like YOU! I wasn't supposed to be part of this, but abuse of power made me into THIS!" she finished, slamming her fist into the ground and causing him to stumble. Sofia's mind went back to the warden, the military that did this, her own arrest, ALL of it was abuse of the weak by the strong. ALL of it just one injustice after the other. Why did she ever think these pigs would ever do anything to help? When had they EVER done anything but abuse people like her?

 

The officer regained his composure and stared at the enlarged Sofia in a mixture of terror and resignation.

"You...you're a fucking monster..." he said. Sofia's anger flared and she raised her fist to smash him, but stopped mid swing. Instead, she picked herself up and rose to her full height. The officer had to crane his neck all the way back to see up to her now seventy feet high head as she glared down at him.

 

"No, I'm the powerful... and you're the weak," Sofia said before turning away. She could kill him, it would be as simple as taking a step. But letting him live, to be completely forgotten about and left to wonder why he was still alive was a far better punishment. And, besides, she wasn't a monster.

 

No, she was powerful and she was going to use that power to make the changes SHE deemed right, that SHE wanted done. No more protesting, no more wishing for change, no more ineffective rallies, change had come and it came at the sole of her foot. And if anyone complained, then she would do to them what had been done to her.  

 

Sofia looked at the destruction Catrina was causing.... and ignored it as she turned her attention to the nearby police station. It was time for the ex-powerful to learn the new order of things. Unlike Catrina, though, Sofia attempted to minimize the damage she caused. Rather than plowing her way to the station like she easily could have, she followed the streets and keep an eye out for where she stepped. Despite her efforts, she still felt, and saw, a few poor souls get crushed under her soles. Sofia wasn't happy about it, but there really was no way to avoid it. There were just too many of them and her feet took up too much space.

 

A few police officers were scattered about the roads. The stupid ones trying to stop her or fired on her and got a more literal experience of being crushed under foot. The smarter ones keep out of her way and even a few actually did what she had wanted them to do and herd people away from her. Sofia made a point of avoiding them even if it was inconvenient.

 

After a minute or two of strolling, Sofia stopped in front of the police station. She remembered when she had been brought her after being arrested. It had looked so large... so imposing... so dominating as she was shoved inside. But now... now it looked like a large model a kid had made. Gunshots from various windows and even people on the ground greeted her and Sofia rolled her eyes. Always going straight for their guns... she might have decided against this action if they had tried talking. But these "civil servants" had proven they were the shoot first kind, and Sofia had no use for them.

 

"Coosa's finest... hiding in their fortress while the city dies around them. Pity death has come to you," Sofia said, feeling rather proud of her taunt. The gunfire didn't let up at all as Sofia shook her head, idiots... She thought about just walking through the building, but worried some might manage to survive. Smashing it apart would be more through, but- and then the perfect idea hit her.

 

Sofia moved to stand a bit closer to the building, crushing a few cruisers that had been made into an ineffective barrier. She raised her hands and smirked down at the tiny station.

"I'm not resisting," she said before letting herself fall forward. Her massive body smashed into the station and sent bits of debris, glass, and even body parts flying as it crumbled under her weight. Its reinforced steel and cement barely slowed her descent as her torso buried it and everyone inside and she smashed into the ground with enough force to send a shockwave all the way to Catrina. Dust and red mist erupted out of the impact and Sofia had to stifle a cough as some of it wound up in her nose. Despite the fact she had fallen onto such a hard material, Sofia didn't feel any pain or discomfort, she might as well have collapsed onto a hard bed.

 

Picking herself up, and wiping bits of debris and blood off her torso, Sofia looked down at her handiwork. The station was no more and all that was left was a crater where she had fallen onto it. The building next to it had been damaged as well, but Sofia didn't really care. The guard dogs for the ex-powerful were now dead or scattered and Sofia, Sofia had never felt so good in her life.

 

"Just an illegal alien, that destroyed all of you," Sofia bragged as she slammed her foot down onto the remains for good measure. She turned away from the crater and was going to see what Catrina was doing. But her eyes stopped roving as they spotted another familiar building. The very bank she and a number of others had been protesting when she had been arrested. A smirk formed on her face as she decided Catrina could wait just a bit longer. But her new target, and her new growth spurt, couldn’t.

 

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Catrina sipped up the last of the water with a satisfied ahh. It was odd just how thirsty she had become from her rampage and general mayhem. Who would have guessed genocide was thirsty work? Rolling away from the, now empty, fountain, Catrina gazed down at the suburbs she was in the middle of crushing.

 

Skyscrapers and office buildings had gotten boring after awhile so Catrina had headed out of the main city and into its offshoots. She was glad she had as once she got a bit bigger, they wouldn't be any fun at all, just little specks to be ignored. But for now, they were small enough to be different from the office buildings, but still big enough to be worth her time. Though that wasn't going to last much longer.

 

As if summoned by her thoughts, Catrina purred in approval as her body began to expand again. She watched the fountain slowly disappear under her growing form and chuckled as her body began to press into nearby buildings. Idiots who thought they were safe inside tried to flee, but Catrina only forced her growth to accelerate. Her body's expansion shook the ground, causing them to tumble and Catrina laughed as they were overtaken, and crushed by her growing body. Three more houses fell into ruin as Catrina finished her latest spurt. And far FAR more would follow them.

 

Getting back onto her feet, Catrina stretched and looked around for her next target. She thought about heading to the nearby golf course, or maybe that spiffy mall as-

 

Her thoughts stopped as movement drew her eyes to a spot on the horizon. She had to squint to make sure she wasn't seeing things, but sure enough something was moving toward her. Something that wasn't on the ground. A few news helicopters had buzzed around her a few minutes ago, but she had shooed them off with some debris target practice. Catrina sighed as she wondered if they had forgotten her "request" and started to look for something sturdy enough to be tossed. She stopped looking, though, as the shapes drew closer. These weren't news copters, and there were more than just a few...

 

Despite herself, Catrina couldn't help but let a cold chill run down her back. Oh sure nothing that had been thrown at them had hurt... yet, but this was military-grade weapons. Pistols, shotguns, and rifles didn't really measure up to rockets, missiles, and tank shells. She glanced back, instinctively, to try and find an escape route... but her fear faded as she did. Her eyes traced the trail of destruction and death she had carved through the city. She looked at the spaces where office buildings had stood before she had walked right through them. Looked at the cracked craters her feet had made in the asphalt, looked as Sofia hugged a building in two. The top part cracked off and collapsed onto the scrawny girl, but she brushed it off like it was nothing but a bucket of water, her laughter almost drowning out the noise of its collapse. If they were that powerful, that tough...

 

"Sofia, get over here. We have guests," Catrina yelled as her fear melted into anticipation. She thought about just leaving the wimpy girl to find out the hard way, but there was still a slight bit of worry under her new found confidence. There always was the chance they could hurt them and if so, having Sofia around to use as a shield would be very helpful. Besides, it looked as if she had, finally, let go of her inhibitions and was enjoying their newfound Godhood.

 

Sofia glanced over and followed Catrina's eyes to the helicopters. Her face paled a bit as she noticed their approach, but it regained its color as she looked down at the mess she had caused. It seemed like the same realization hit her and the thin hispanic marched over to join Catrina, taking a dumb roundabout way. OK so maybe she hadn't let go of all her dumb inhibitions...

 

Sofia arrived next to Catrina just as the helicopters arrived and encircled the two of them. The two hundred and eighty foot giantesses stared back at the thirteen or so helicopters surrounding them, all loaded with missiles and machineguns. Catrina's confidence dipped a bit as they leveled on them and she could see Sofia starting to waver as well. It was easy to act confident when weapons meant to take out tanks WEREN'T pointed at you...

 

"Attention convicts, I am General Franz of the United States armed forces. You are to sit down immediately, keep your hands and feet as close to your body as possible, and surrender. Refuse and we will open fire on you," a commanding voice from one of the copters' loudspeaker said. Catrina narrowed her eyes at the copter in front of her and debated on what to do. If she sprang forward she could, probably, catch it and smack it into the next county. But that left more than ten other copters to take out and they'd all scatter. And then there was Sof-

 

Catrina glanced back and swore as Sofia started to bend down. Fuck she was going to do what they said! If she did that, they'd focus all on Catrina and then... Oh fuck this she was NOT going back to another prison or being a guinea pig for another experiment OR giving up this power!

 

Her choice made, Catrina sprang forward and swiped at the copter she had picked out. Her hand came rushing forward right on target and she smiled in approval... and watched her hand whizz past the copter as it rocketed upward. She had missed....

 

"Fire at will!" the General said and Catrina swore as the copters all exploded in fury. Rockets smashed into her arms, her face, everything as streams of bullets carved paths up and down her. Sofia screamed as she was given the same treatment and could do nothing but shield her face. Catrina tried to do the same as the full wrath of the captors rake them both. And as quickly as it had started, the noise and explosions ended.

 

Smoke from the rockets and bullets forced Catrina to blink a few times. Pain was spread all over her body and she feared for what her body hadn't quite processed yet. Was her arms shredded? Was blood pouring out of her? Was she still hopped up on enough adrenaline to not realize how bad off she was? She'd seen it happen before... someone be fine up till they notice the wounds and then....

 

Catrina dared to look... and her eyes widened. She wasn't shredded... she wasn't bleeding out... hell she wasn't even bleeding! The only signs of her being attacked were a few marks on her body, and those were already starting to vanish. A surprised gasp came from Sofia as well and Catrina glanced around to see her no worse for wear either. They hadn't done a damn thing to them. Not a thing....Not a THING!

 

Catrina couldn't help it as she let out a booming laugh. The military couldn't even touch her! NOTHING could touch her! She was unstoppable! And oh... oh she was going to be even MORE unstoppable. She gave the copters a vicious smile, even as they opened fire again, and watched as they sank lower and lower.

 

Behind her, Catrina heard Sofia laugh in relief before gasping as she started to grow as well. Both of them smiled as their heads moved closer and closer to the clouds, their feet demanded more and more space, and the explosions became less and less annoying with each second. The captors tried to rise up with them, but fell behind as they surged up, the suburb becoming more and more like a model. The three hundred foot titans smirked down at the threat that was now nothing but another toy.

 

"You should start running," Sofia suggested as Catrina lunged foward to prevent them from following that advice.

 

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It was such an obvious mistake, such an easy to see flaw... once you looked for it. Merabel couldn't help but bury her head in her hands as she cursed her own blindness for the twentieth time. The unexpected flaw in her serum was the flight or fight response... adrenaline. If the subject had it in their system in large amounts during or soon after injection, the serum would have, well the very effect this prison had seen first hand. Worse, the subject's own body would begin to produce the serum as well allowing them to continue their growth possibly indefinitely.

 

Looking back on her test subjects, it was easy to see the warning signs. All her failures had been with animals that had been stressed or worried. Her successes, calm and docile. Even her massive failure during her demonstration was a clue she had missed completely. The old version of the serum should never have caused such horrid results, but with the animal stressed from the trip and the new environment...

 

Merabel's thoughts were pushed aside as her machine dinged for her attention. She withdrew four vials from the mixing machine and let out a relieved sigh. At least she had been able to make a cure. It hadn't be difficult once she had learned the cause of all this. There was still the issue of getting them to the subjects, but that was why she had made extras. Though, these four were all she could make with the supplies she had here.

 

Before Merabel could stow the vials away, voices began to echo in from the ruined hallway. A shiver of fear ran down Merabel's spine as she ducked behind the nearby desk. She knew some of the prisoners were still around, she'd had to avoid them to get in here, but prayed she was overreacting. Maybe it would be some of the surviving guards or troops sent by Franz. It would take some explaining, but surely they would listen once she explained-

 

"There ain't shit in here, let's go 'fore the cops show!" a female voice said, dashing all of Merabel's hopes.

 

"Girl, ain't no cops gonna be coming here with those two freaks running round. Gonna be too busy trying to stop them to worry bout us," another said, the voice much clearer and closer. Merabel covered her mouth as she tried to stay calm.

 

She had seen these prisoners mowing down guards and had little reason to think they wouldn't kill her. And if they damaged or broke the vials holding the antidotes... She had to stay hidden and keep qui-

 

The relative quiet was shattered as Merabel's phone rang for attention. She swore and turned it off, sending the General to her voicemail again, and prayed the prisoners hadn't heard.

 

"The fuck was that?"

"Came from this way," voices said as Merabel went into a panic. No, no, NO! She had to do something, had to stop them. But all she had were the antidotes, various lab equipment, and the locked drawer with the other samp-... No... no she couldn't do that. But the footsteps were getting louder, and someone was saying it came from the infirmary, and her phone was starting to go off again, and-

 

With a determination bore of panic, Merabel unlocked the drawer. Only three serums were left and one had been a special mixture she had hoped to show off once the normal serums had worked. It was supposed to be fast acting and with greater effects, but the disaster had precluded its demonstration.  Or rather, delayed it. Grabbing it, Merabel injected the stronger serum into herself and hoped it took effect quick enough. She knew this was madness, but saw no other choice. Risking capture by the prisoners and the antidotes being destroyed was just too dangerous.

 

Merabel didn't feel any different as a group of six prisoners appeared in the doorway, stolen guns leveled at her. Merabel raised her hands and tried to beg not to be shot, but her words came out as more gibberish than pleads.

 

"Shut up, SHUT UP! Fucking hate when they blubber," one of the prisoners said as she moved forward, her shotgun leveled on Merabel. Merabel did as she was told and focused on not shaking or dropping the vials in her hands. The group moved inside, some eyeing her up and down while others focused on the vials. Oh no....

 

"What'ch got there? Some good shit? Maybe some stuff to make us bigger?" the one who had lead the way asked as she moved closer. Merabel gulped as she backed away. All of the prisoners were staring at the vials now and all of them were looking very VERY eager to try them.

 

"N-No, their not. Their to cure that n-"

"Bullshit. And if its not, then you won't have a problem with me taking a sip," the prisoner said, speeding her pace to catch up to Merabel. In truth, there really wasn't a problem with the woman sipping it. All it would do was make her lightheaded and maybe give her a stomach ache. But Merabel doubted she would take just a sip and with, now three, people to cure she couldn't waste any of the vials. Unfortunately, as the woman lowered the shotgun to press into Merabel's breasts, she might not have a say in the matter.

 

Merabel was about to answer when a sudden wave of vertigo hit. She stumbled backward a step and her vision swam. Distant voices sounded from somewhere and she thought she heard laughter. But just as quick as the disorientation hit, it faded away and she blinked the last of it away.

 

She looked up at the prisoner, their gun still leveled, and then not leveled. The woman's smirk vanished as did the smiles from the others. Panic and fear took hold of them as they seemed to shrink away and Merabel started to feel tied up. She grunted as she looked down and watched the floor move further and further away. By the time she looked surprised, her head smacked into the ceiling, and started to push against it. Cracks spread from it and Merabel tried to bend down. Another surge turned her bend to a flop and she crashed down onto the lab equipment she had been using, flatting most of it. She tried to look back to see what had survived, but her growing backside smothered it all by the time she turned. Something began to wiggle under her foot and was joined by others as her feet started to press into the wall. Merabel turned just in time to see blood splatter out as her feet started to cause cracks to run up the wall. She was going to be sick, but a sudden impact on her head distracted her. She looked up into the ceiling, and then into the sky as she blasted right through it.

 

"Oh G-" was all she got out before her breasts followed her head and exploded out of the ceiling. The rest of her came right after and within less than five seconds, Merabel had gone from barely five feet to almost fifty. And then the second surge hit.

 

Yet despite the confusion and sudden explosion of growth, Merabel had keep a firm, but light, grip on the vials. As her head surged every higher and her feet further away, she glanced down to see the four vials still safely held in her growing hands. She let out a relieved sigh before pushing herself to her feet.

 

Standing up, Merabel gasped as she looked around herself. The prison was like a toy set, a ruined one anyway, and the trees around it barely reached her hips, and were still sinking. She could see the path the other two had made through the forest, but whereas they had had to push trees out of their path, she could stride right over them. And would soon be doing more than that as another wave crashed in and her size began to increase still further...

 

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Tomoya had heard the distant explosions, screams, and general mayhem long before she saw any of it. She leap down onto the abandoned, and damaged, highway before looking toward Coosa. Much of it was now in ruins with bits of buildings tossed around and destruction everywhere. Fires blazed through blocks uncontested and masses of people fled the city on foot, having long abandoned their cars. A few military helicopters moved over the pandemonium while a handful of off-road vehicles tried to make their way inside. It was like Godzilla itself had visited the city.

 

Pushing down a bit of fear, Tomoya moved toward the madness, doing her best to avoid any vehicles that looked occupied. At fifty or so feet, it wasn't easy, but she managed as best as she could and the vast majority of the vehicles had been abandoned. The few people she did meet fled from her in blind panic and terror. Tomoya thought about telling them she didn't want to hurt them, but seeing the destruction those other two monsters had caused... She wouldn't have believed her in their place either...

 

Her rage rekindled by her thoughts, Tomoya picked up the pace and tried to spot her query. The smoke, screams, and general mayhem made picking even huge things like them out difficult and familiar sights, now devastated, only made it harder. Her eyes keep being drawn the shops she had visited, restaurants she had eaten at, hangouts her friends and her had-

 

Suddenly, an explosion erupted on Tomoya's face and she cried out as it nearly sent her reeling. She growled and turned to see one of the military helicopters moving to duck behind a nearby building. It was tempting to go after it and teach it a lesson, but a quick check showed the missile had not even singed her skin. Whatever had happened to her had made her superhumanly tough as well. Besides, she wasn't here for the military.

 

As if summoned by her thoughts, a sudden quake drew Tomoya eyes downtown and she spotted one of cunts. Yet her rage was doused as she looked up, and up, and up at the towering monster she had become. The black woman who had used a truck like a dildo was now large enough to use a building like one, and was doing just that. She gasped and groaned in pleasure, her voice now echoing above the din of chaos, and completely ignored the many missiles impacting on her. Tomoya couldn't help but take a step back in awe and fear, but the mangled remains of her home flashed before her and rage took hold once again.

 

"You... you... BITCH!" Tomoya yelled before charging the much larger woman. She ignored everything in her path as she charged, plowing through buildings and debris. Her rage left her only dimly aware of the fact the titaness was looking less and less titanic with each step she took, but she couldn't care less. The black bitch had enough time to look down in confusion before Tomoya tackled her.

 

The two giantesses flew backwards into the suburbs as Tomoya slammed the bitch into the ground. She grunted in shock and surprise as Tomoya raised her fist to smash her teeth in. Tomoya's hand stopped dead, however, as the woman caught it with her much larger hand. Tomoya's spurt had gotten her up to a hundred or so feet, but that was less than half the size of the bitch she was fighting.

 

"The hell did you come from? You some bitch from the prison?" the woman asked, not even straining to stop Tomoya despite her putting her entire being behind her fist.

 

"No you damn monster! I'm the daughter of the couple you murdered!" Tomoya said between gritted teeth as she tried to force her hand. She lashed out with her other fist, but the woman easily caught it as well. She rolled her eyes at Tomoya.

 

"Girl, do you even know how many couples I've killed? You're gonna have to be more specific than that," the woman said as if she was talking about how many eggs she had eaten or bugs squished. Tomoya's rage reached new heights as she realized the bitch hadn't even SEEN or even CONSIDERED her parents at all. She'd killed them simply because she had, not even INTENDED IT! Just a...a...A!!!

 

Tomoya roared in fury and yanked her fists back. The woman tried to hold them, but failed as Tomoya felt herself explode outward. She lunged forward and slammed her head into the woman's and the blown sent stars blasting through Tomoya, but the other woman looked just as dazed as she was. And most importantly, didn't look bigger than her. In fact...she looked smaller.

 

Shaking off the blow, Tomoya jumped to her feet and tried to slam her foot onto the cunt's head. The other woman, however, recovered from the blow and rolled out of the way. Tomoya's foot smashed into the ground, sending dirt, dust, and a virtual wave outward through the area. Some part of her gasped in shock at the sheer power she had just displayed, and how much smaller everything had gotten, but it was swamped by her fury.

 

Before Tomoya could attack again, the other girl lashed out with a kick and struck Tomoya in the side. She gasped in pain and staggered back before slipping on a building. She crashed down with the force of a small nuke and annihilated an entire cul de sac. But Tomoya didn't care as she leap back to her feet. She thought she heard someone yelling, but ignored it as she charged forward again.

 

The other woman was ready and got into a combat stance. Tomoya lashed out, but her swing went wide as the woman juked to the side. She lashed out with a quick blow to Tomoya's side, but Tomoya ignored it as she struck out with another wild punch. The woman couldn't dodge, but blocked the blow with her free hand before backing up. Tomoya followed with a charge, before being sent flying back as the woman unleashed an uppercut right into her jaw.

 

Tomoya crashed back down as the woman crossed her arms in triumph. Worse, her smirk of victory began to move away as she started her own growth, quickly catching Tomoya in size, and growing past it.

 

"Come on, get up! I want to make this last rumble fun before I outgrow it!" the woman said before kicking Tomoya. Tomoya's fury ignited, but she didn't increase in size. She tried to surge back to her feet, but the woman lashed out with a kick, knocking her back down, before slamming her first into Tomoya's face. Tomoya's world was sent reeling and she heard murmurs of boredom and rumbles before everything went dark.

 

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Sofia had watched, and listened, to the fight between Catrina and the asian girl. It had been impossible to miss as the titans had brawled right in the middle of the city, sending quakes rocking the entire city. Some part of Sofia had been yelling at her to go help, to assist the girl in stopping Catrina. But the other part reminded Sofia of all the death she had caused, of how fun it had been to watch the military and police flee, how good it felt to watch herself grow bigger in the windows of the skyscrapers. This power and control was just SOooooo intoxicating that trying to stop it now...

 

And yet, as the poor girl was beaten down, effortlessly, by Catrina... the first voice keep getting louder. The girl's purpose of getting revenge and Catrina's cold dismissal... it applied to her too. How many families had she killed? How many innocent children were now orphans? How many... how many more needed to die before she admitted what she had become. She had become the powerful... and just as abusive of it as the people she had protested ever were, maybe worse. Sofia looked back at the devastation she had caused... the bloody footprints, the collapsed buildings, the crushed vehicles...

 

No... no she would NOT become what she hated! She would NOT turn into them or Catrina! She had to stop this! Sofia's fists closed and she took in a deep breath before marching toward Catrina. Her determination grew with each step, as did the rest of her. She had to stifle a moan as she rocketed higher into the sky, finally cresting every building in Coosa. Catrina had grown as well, but Sofia surged beyond her, and still larger. And, as she stopped a few feet behind her, the once terrifying prisoner only reached Sofia's navel.

 

Catrina had been so busy beating on the poor girl and anything else that got close to her that she didn't even see Sofia till she was right on top of her. She turned with an annoyed glare, that turned into a surprised stare as she looked up at the towering Sofia.

 

"No more," was all Sofia said before lashing out with her leg. Catrina tried to block the kick, but reacted too slowly. She was sent flying back and crashing into the highway outside of the town, digging a large trench as she skidded to a halt. What little fear Sofia had had, vanished as she felt her body surged outward yet again. She stomped after Catrina, each step sending her head, and her confidence, higher. Her feet were not fitting well in the streets by the time she reached the still recovering Catrina and she breathed a sigh of relieve as she left the ruined city behind.

 

Reaching down, Sofia plucked the comparatively small Catrina up and delivered a vicious punch to her stomach. Catrina doubled over and Sofia raised her foot before smashed her down with it. Sofia put her full weight into the blow and smiled as a massive crater erupted outward from Catrina's body. The black woman was as still as death as Sofia felt her rush of adrenaline slowly ebb away.

 

Turning back to what was left of Coosa, Sofia cursed herself for waiting so long to do this. At her new thousand feet height, Coosa was laid out like a model for her to see... a model that had been utterly devastated. Debris and collapsed, or collapsing, buildings littered the area, entire blocks were cut off by the ruins. People were fleeing in every direction, crushing on another or abandoned others in sheer panic. What few military and police forces that had survived were scattered and barely able to keep some kind of order in whatever places there were. Fires spread unchecked, streets ran with blood, and all of it.... all of it her fault. She could have st-

 

Sofia's thoughts were thrown to the wind as something smashed into her back. She screamed in surprise as she crashed into the outskirts of Coosa, sending a massive dust cloud blasting through the city. Sofia tried to roll over, but whatever had hit her fought to keep her pinned. Despite its efforts, Sofia managed to turn just enough to see her attacker. Catrina. Still alive and... and growing...fast!

 

"You, fucking little SHIT!" Catrina yelled as she lashed out at Sofia. Sofia still was a good bit bigger than Catrina and managed to fend off the blow, but another followed and another, and each blow sent Catrina's body ballooning outward. Within seconds, Catrina had caught up to Sofia in size and any chance the less skilled Sofia had to win was lost. Doubly so as Catrina just keep right on swelling...

 

With a massive punch to her side, Sofia crumbled and fell to the ground. Her body obliterated what was left of the highway they had come in on and more than a few cars were sent flying from the blast. Sofia managed to look up to see Catrina swell so large her head was nearing the clouds and her fury was only starting to abate.

 

Yet for all her fury and sudden increase in size, Sofia's eyes didn't fix onto Catrina, but the massive, shadowed figure that moved to block out the sun.

 

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Merabel gritted her teeth as she fought off another wave of... of... she didn't even know what to call it. Apprehension? Anticipation? NEED? Maybe all of the above... Whatever it was, she had seen, and felt, the result when she had let it slip past. If she had thought she was huge before that mistake, she had been proven so very very wrong.

 

Merabel had no idea how massive she now was. Entire forests, hills, and even small towns were like points on a map and the clouds looked in, literally, reaching distance. It was tempting to try and prove that right, but the shock of it being true wo- She cringed as another wave hit and she, barely fought it off.

 

She had known that dose had been more effective, but never imagined... Taking steps was so difficult now, not just for avoiding killing people... well... too many people. She knew, realistically, there was no way she hadn't killed a few people on back roads, off-roading, or just sheer shock. No, the hardest part was not looking back, seeing entire sections of forests flattened, hills obliterated, tow- NO, no she hadn't... hadn't stepped on any towns... But by God if she had...

 

Another fresh wave smashed into her and Merabel barely held it off. Dammit, it would be so easy to just let go, let this... whatever it was take her and send her rocketing into the stratosphere. To grow and grow and grow till entire continents were no bigger than these towns and to then grow some more. Nothing would stop her, nothing would question her, and humanity would be saved or damned on her whim. No, not humanity, EARTH ITSELF!

 

It was soooooo tempting, soooo effortless, soooo... wonderful, but still she refused it. She didn't want that power. No, that was a lie she did she SOOOO BADLY DID, but the things she would do with it, the things the two prisoners had already done... that was what she didn't want...

 

Seeing what was left of Coosa, the devastation... all caused by women who were only a fraction of her size gave Merabel the strength of will to keep resisting her almost primal urge. She would not become death, or its mother. She WOULD stop this and make sure this pandora's box was closed as tightly as she could manage. Because everyone depended on it. To even imagine someone who didn't care with this power... Maybe it was a good reason to take it now an- NO NO NO!!

 

Throwing her crippling inner battle aside, Merabel moved forward and stopped a few feet, well miles in normal people's terms.... miles were feet to her now, and could be inc- STOP IT... from where the two prisoners were locked into a battle. She bent down, her massive torso causing an eclipse of the sun, and tried to get a better idea of what was happening.

 

The black prisoner had grown to a surprising degree, more than large enough to crush everything in Coosa, while the hispanic prisoner was a good bit smaller. It looked as if the black woman had won the rumble and was preparing to finish off her opponent, but never got the chance as the sudden eclipse drew her eyes up, WAY up, to Merabel.

 

The prisoner stumbled back a few steps, shock and terror replacing her rage and arrogance. Merabel had to fight not to smirk at her look of terror. A woman large enough to crush skyscrapers was so terrified of Merabel that she could barely think, much less act. Merabel felt herself enlarge just a bit as she didn't catch herself quick enough, but even that small surge turned the prisoner from a doll to a mouse. She flopped onto her rear before trying to flee, but Merabel was done marveling. She had to finish this, now.

 

Grabbing the small woman, she lifted her up and brought her free hand, still holding the vials, to her mouth. A small squeeze was enough to get her to open up and Merabel, with dexterity she was amazed she had, slipped a single vial into her mouth. If she was this dexterous, what else could she do? Maybe even being thousands of feet high she could still he- NO STOP IT NO!

 

The woman gasped and groaned as her body started to convulse. Merabel set her down and sighed in relief as she began to shrink. The woman screamed in rage at her reduction in size, but quickly vanished from sight, now too small to pick out. Merabel turned to the other woman and found her just waiting patiently for her turn. Merabel offered the vial and she took it without fuss along with a second. She only drank one, but keep the other in hand as she started to diminish. She seemed relieved as she began to shrink faster and faster.

 

With her work finishes, Merabel stood up. She could see military vehicles of various makes moving in and knew Franz was down there. It was tempting to flatten them all and make him pay for this, but she would kill hundreds of others doing it. Instead, she turned to focus on the last part of sealing this power away.

 

"Follow me and I'll crush you, the area around you, and any towns nearby!" Merabel yelled, feeling herself swell yet again as she marveled at the sheer sonic force of her voice. It was time. She took the last vial and gasped as her growth stopped dead. The urge was still there, the pressure and need all too present, but letting it go did nothing. It had worked.

 

Turning from the city, Merabel stomped her way back toward the prison. Already she could feel herself starting to shrink. It wouldn't be long before her threat would be nothing but that, a threat. But the idiots didn't know that and would be busy cleaning up this mess. She would be left alone, for a few minutes, to get what she needed. And then... then she needed to disappear.

 

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Merabel opened the trunk of her car and took out a spare lab coat she keep inside. She was still 10 or so feet tall, but was shrinking further back to her normal height every second. By the time she got it out and started to put it on, it fit well enough to give her some modicum of modesty. She pulled it around her nude body and glanced at the ruins that had started this nightmare.

 

The medical wing was just.... gone. And there really was no other word for it. Her near instant growth had obliterated everything and her massive backside had flattened what had survived her explosive exit. Nothing would ever be salvaged from that mess and that made Merabel breath a bit easier. Any data related to that potent brew was now long gone and would, hopefully, stay that way. But the less potent stuff, the stuff the prisoners had gotten...

 

Moving to the passenger side, Merabel opened the door, she hadn't bothered to lock it, and moved aside the papers and coats she had left to make what looked to be just a giant mess. In fact, it was just to hide what was under it, three more vials of the compound. It had been insurance, a trump card if Franz tried to squeeze her out of her discovery. Now... now they might be the biggest threats to the plane-

 

Merable's heart froze as she moved the last coat and found only two vials. One was missing.... Oh God no, no! Who could have taken it? Had they used it? What if they were a spy? What if this got out? How- Her questions came to a sudden halt as a soft, but noticeable, thud came from behind her.

 

She knew what it was, knew what was going to be behind her, knew the damnation that was waiting for her. It was why she didn't turn... not until a soft, but slightly too large, hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her around. Merabel found herself staring into the neck of a large hispanic woman.

 

The woman was rather plump with a noticeable bit of stomach and breasts that were, already, fighting to free themselves. Her pants were, likewise, straining to contain her yet the woman didn’t seem uncomfortable in the least. In fact, she was smiling. She was only about a head taller than Merabel, but that didn’t matter near as much as the fact she had, obviously, grown. And the only thing that could do that...

 

"Are you the Doctor who made this stuff?" the woman asked, holding up the empty vial. Merabel thought about lying, about trying to bluff her way out... but her damn need to be modest had doomed that. After all, why the hell would she have taken a lab coat out of the car that had the vials if she wasn't? And while the woman wasn't too much bigger, she had seen, and felt, how much stronger it made a person even at "normal" heights. Lying would end badly for Merabel and only get her to admit it the hard way. So she simply nodded.

 

The woman smirked at her slow nod and tossed the vial away like it was useless trash. She bent down a bit so they were closer to eye level and gave her an odd smile.

 

"Then I owe you a thanks," the woman said her smile softening a bit. Merabel forced a return smile, hoping beyond hope that this ended peac- Suddenly, the woman stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Merabel. She tried to fight her off, but it was like trying to fend off a grizzly bear. The woman lifted Merabel off the ground and buried her head into her vast cleavage. The sudden hug was terrifying... yet nice at the sametime. It was tough to breath, and the scent of the woman surrounded her... but the hug wasn't tight or constricting. It… it was almost like she was just giving her a normal hug...

 

And then the woman let out a soft moan and Merabel felt her face pushed deeper in. She struggled a bit, but still the woman held her strong. She could feel herself being lifted further from the ground, feel the woman's arms and hands spread over more of her, see the light fading as her face was pushed deeper and deeper into her expanding cleavage. Worse, what had been soft and welcoming, was becoming tight and constricting. More and more of the woman's body demanded space that Merabel couldn't give and she began to be pressed further and further into her body. The bit of pudge had given all it would to her small body and was now wanting HER space, pushing her back into the strong arms that refused to budge. Arms that were, also, taking up more and more space.

 

Merabel trashed, screamed, and cursed as the tightness increased. Her breathing became harder, her body started to bend in odd ways, and still the pressure grew. She screamed in pain as things began to snap and what little light she could see faded. She glanced up to see the woman smirking down at her before the woman's ballooning breasts buried her. Merabel let out one last scream of fear and defiance before a sudden crack in her skull sent her spinning into oblivion....

 

Emma smiled in satisfaction as the thrashing stopped. Her growth had topped her out at about 8 or so feet, but she could, easily, have gone further. But that had been all the doctor had been able to take... She let go of the corpse and shivered as it, slowly, peeled off her torso and flopped to the ground. Emma couldn't stop from dry heaving a few times seeing the bloody ruin that had been the doctor, but it passed. Well, it was to be expected for her to be a bit sickened seeing a dead body for the first time... and feeling it pull off her... and seeing its bloo- Oh no...

 

She fought back another heave before looking at the mess she had made of herself. Maybe the hug of death was a one time only thing... it was certainly messy, but damn had it felt good doing it. She'd decide once she got in a shower and found out how hard it was to get all these... remains off. If it was too much work to get clean then she'd find new, less time consuming, ways to get her kicks.

 

Turning her attention back to her first, of many, victims, Emma grabbed her leg and lifted her off the ground. With a grunt of effort she sent the carcasse flying into the woods and marveled at how it vanished from sight. Perfect, now no one would learn what had happened to the doctor. They'd just assume she had vanished, afraid of what someone might do with the horror she had unleashed on Coosa. As for the other two vials...

 

It was tempting to down them too. To grow as huge as the doctor had, crush cities under her feet. But Emma had a feeling that it would get rather dull after the tenth or so city. Naw, best to stick to the plan and enjoy her minigiantess status. And once it got dull she could try out being a proper giantess, and go from there. With her choice made, Emma grabbed the two vials and crushed them into powder before blowing what was left away.

 

With her work finished, Emma turned and headed back to her apartment. She'd need to leave once she grabbed her stuff and bathed. She wasn't exactly social but enough people would recognize her and know she hadn't always been an amazon. Money might be an issue for a bit, but she was sure she could find work. Who didn't want a super strong, near invincible amazon on their payroll? And a change of name might be for the best as well. Hmm, she was partial to Ann....

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