[magnus knight]

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Thanks to a fan for helping me get back in the mood to finish this.
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The Rising Cost of Gas
By, Magnus Knight

Fiction MA: Must be 18 or older to read.

The price of gas was skyrocketing out of control.  First $1.89 a gallon, then two dollars which rose to $2.69 a gallon, and as if that wasn’t enough it soon blew past the three dollar mark to  a whopping $3.79 a gallon in some parts of the country on a regular basis.  The nation was in a state of crisis as the rocketing prices on oil sent gas spiraling out of control.  The whole nation’s economy was tanking and unemployment was rising and the man in charge at the White House had no clue as to what to do to fix the problem.  This man in charge of the nation knew about the economy and science as much as most people understand quantum theory. 

The nation started to divide and as his approval ratings dropped he did what he does best during a crisis.  Turned on the TV, not to any news network, but the Sci-Fi channel and just vegetated for a few hours hoping one of his advisors would come up with a solution.    On this particular day there was a B movie marathon of some of the cheesiest science fiction movies of the fifties and sixties.  As he watched an idea, rare as they came, began to form in his head as to what could be done about the whole mess.  While drinking beer he arose as a solution popped into his mind from the void.  The president immediately ran to the nearest phone and placed a call to the vice president to assemble the top military scientists in the country for an early morning meeting. 

That next day as the scientists patiently sat the president spelled out his plan to save his nation.  He explained how in all those old movies the monster was always some kind of giant monster that ran amok and terrorized the area.  The solution this elected man in office came up with was for the scientists to come up with a way of expanding the molecules that make up gas so there would be more of it.  None of the scientists there wanted to laugh at the president and risk loosing their funding, so they all reluctantly agreed to the insane task figuring that at least they could pocket millions in federal research money while goofing off and doing nothing.  One of those scientists colleagues did not think this was a bad idea, as he was the nations top mad scientist who for the sake of argument we’ll say made the impossible possible on a daily basis with his alien technology from his days working out on Groom Lake in Nevada. 

Days and weeks went by, but soon enough this mad genius came up with a way of doing what the president wanted, but in a different manner.  Instead of causing gas molecules to expand, he devised a way of causing them to divide and multiply like the cells of living organisms.  He knew this process once started would cause the gas supply in the nation to multiply exponentially at such a rate that dependence on foreign oil would be eliminated.  Keep in mind now this person was mad, not stupid and therefore wanted to test his product out in the real world before releasing it to the whole country and let something catastrophic happen.  So with some government funding he opened up his own little gas station with tanks full of his special infinite gas at low prices so people would use it, and he could keep track of them to make sure nothing would go wrong.  Such as the gas multiplying and rupturing a car’s tank, which he found a way to control and limit the gasses multiplying ability that is so complicated I just don’t have the time to fully explain. 

Week’s go by without incident and he is getting ready to report to the president his results but just wants to watch one more subject for a few days to make sure there are no accidents when a blue Cadillac pulls into the station.  As the light baby blue Cadillac pulls into the station and comes to a stop its engine goes quit as the driver side door swings open and a slender leg pops out encased in a bright white pair of tights.  A dark grey pump that encases a delicate feminine foot clacks onto the pavement, soon followed by its twin.  As she rises from her car a young woman appears in full view.  She is dressed in grey pumps at a sensible height, and light grey dress with three large bold buttons down the front, below which is her wide dark grey belt which matches her pumps.  The dress is short sleeved and has a small slit in the back just below the knees where it ends for added mobility.  She has her long blond hair in a neat bun at the back, and is wearing two large hoop gold earrings and three chunky gold bracelets on her right arm. 

This woman reaches into the right pocket of her dress, the pockets on the upper part over where her breasts are, and pulls out her credit card and slides it into the machine.  She then reaches out to the pump and proceeds to fill her tank with gas.  As the scientist monitors the transaction the card reader shows her name is Jessica Bentley.  The scientist signals for a dark black car with a NSA agent in it to follow Jessica around for a few days and to make sure the gas works out fine in her car.

Jessica is filling her tank clicking her left heel on the ground as she waits for the pump to read the desired amount she wants for her tank.  As she fills up the gasses from the gas begin to waft up and around Jessica’s head.  She breathes them in and seems to notice right away they smell unusual for some reason.  She doesn’t know why but the scent which all drivers are familiar with seem stronger to her.  As she inhales them and the fumes rush into her lungs she coughs, and for a brief moment feels a tad bit dizzy and looses her balance and kind of sways back and foreword again, but before coming to completely hears a cracking sound which brings her back completely.  As she brings up her right hand she notices she just broke a nail on her index finger.  She mutters a curse word and stomps her left foot in agitation.  Then hangs up the nozzle on the pump, gets into her car and drives off.  The government car follows.

As the government agent follows he is beamed from government computer Jessica’s stats.  Address, place of employment, height 5’6”, age 27, eye color (blue), everything including her cup size (B) and shoe size (7).  The government does track all the information, but if you knew the horrible reason why you would go insane.  As she drove to her office she failed to notice the car behind her, and she had no idea of what was about to happen to her.     

As Jessica was driving on the freeway she became embroiled in an unsightly traffic jam that as far as she could tell stretched for miles.  Honking horns and blaring car stereos blasting began to take their toll on the young twenty-seven year old.  She brought up her hand from the wheel to massage her temple as a headache began to pound.  As she rubbed her head she brought her hand down to examine it only to find it moist, along with her forehead from sweat.  Jessica began to feel sweat all over her young slender frame. 

Her arms had these little hairs on them that were very fine and pale, but she could feel them standing on edge.  She placed her hand over her breasts as she felt oddly panicked and began to breathe hard.  Her white opaque tights felt itchy on her long slender legs as her sweat and for a brief moment felt very confined by her surroundings. 

Jessica rolled down her car windows and turned the air conditioning on in her car to full blast, but for some reason instead of feeling cooler she just felt hotter as the seconds past.  She began to roll her head around as a fog clouded her mind and she tried to clear it.  She tapped her left foot on the car floor in her grey pump while her other foot pushed a little harder into the brake pedal.  Jessica pounded the steering wheel with both hands in frustration as the feeling of impending anxiety began to over take her. 

As she pounded on the wheel with each slap on its leather rim her fingers began to push out a tiny bit more.  Also the top part of her outfit the sleeves crept up her arms ever so slightly to show off more pale white skin.  The bottom of her grey dress which while sitting in her car before was hanging just below her knees now crept up past her knees.  All of these changes went on with her paying no attention to any of them.  All she knew was that she was hot, sweaty, and uncomfortable. 

The first thing Jessica noticed was her thick, chunky, dark grey belt pinched her belly.  She removed her hands from the wheel to tug on it and try to adjust it by moving it from side to side; believing the problem was the large front buckle shifted and was digging into her.  To her surprise she found the belt was facing exactly how it should.  She couldn’t really adjust it anyways as for some reason it was no longer loose around her small waist.  She couldn’t get her fingers behind it to get a grip and adjust it. 

Jessica also noticed how she had a hard time looking down at that angle to see her belt.  Her chest seemed to be in the way, heaving as she had more trouble now breathing.  She could have sworn the dress never used to show off her small cleavage before like it was doing now.  She pressed hard into the dress to smooth it out, only to find her breasts seemed to be pushing it out further then before she tried this. 

“Ow,” she parted her lips to say, “OW, ow, ow.” As she quickly lost interest in this and looked down past all of her body to focus on her feet.  “Why are my pumps so uncomfortable now?”  She asked herself while glancing down.  The shiny polished leather grey pumps were pinching the fronts of her toes something awful now, and she had no clue as to why.  They were always comfortable on her in the past.  She stopped fidgeting them and placed the left one flat on the car mat.  As she looked at it she could see how it seemed to be cutting into her feet on all sides, with bulges of opaque encased foot jutting out of the top trying to escape.  The other shoe felt just as uncomfortable, but even more awkward in that it was really pushing hard into the break pedal.  She tried to move her foot back, but instead found that she really couldn’t move her foot or leg.  It was as if she was wedged into the position she was sitting in at the time.  She reached to the side of her car and with a thump the seat flew back to its limit.  This allowed her to ease up on the pedal, but did nothing to alleviate the mounting pain her pumps were causing her. 

She tried to remove the left pump by dragging it against the floor mat, but the thing was wedged on so tightly now it wouldn’t come off.  Jessica tried to reach over to take it off her self, but found that despite moving the seat back there really wasn’t any room to maneuver in her car.  She felt squished, hot, and sweaty in her car.  Just then a new problem arose for her.  Her three gold chunky bracelets on her right wrist seemed to no longer be loose, but were digging into her wrists, causing them to turn red and throb, like her feet were doing.  Jessica tried to undo her bracelets, but found this too was proving to be useless effort.  Her wrists had become so swollen that she couldn’t get them off her arm at all.  As she pounded the wheel in frustration a new problem arose.  Her right foot was once again pushing hard into the break pedal.  Some how she realized she once again took up all the room in her car and began to feel squished again.  She pounded on the wheel in frustration and shook her head from side to side.

While shaking her head she bean to scream and pound the wheel harder as her anger grew over her predicament. While shaking he head her neatly coifed hair began to turn into a sweaty mess as she threw her growing tantrum.  After two minutes of this she could see her blond hair in front of her eyes and reached for her rearview mirror to adjust it and allow her to see what she did to her hair.  Instead of adjusting it though she tore it clear of the windshield and as she held it in her hands thought it was her car just falling apart.  The mirror brought up to her eye level showed that her hair was not only messed up with strands sticking out of her neat bun, but her hair seemed to be getting longer as she watched.  She brought up her hand to move it and found more just grew to cover up her eyes again.  As she lowered the mirror something else caught her attention, her gold hoop earrings were gone.  They seemed to have somehow come loose and flew from her ears while she was shaking her head. 

Jessica now was angry, hot, sweaty, and something else too.  She couldn’t quite place it, but she felt something else was now out of place.  She felt clingy, or to be more precise she felt as if everything was clinging to her more then before.  Her bra, panties, tights, all felt too clingy on her.  Her shoes were too tight.  Her belt was constricting her, and her dress felt off.  She began to feel as though she was wearing clothes meant for a child.  This just added to her frustration, and with a yell she pounded her wheel so hard it bent back.  Now this really got her worried.  Was she also driving an unsafe car? 

Traffic began to move, but Jessica’s car just remained still.  As angry motorists honked and shouted obscenities at her there was only on thing that was on her mind.  The sound, unlike a sound she believed she ever heard before.  A sound like a rubbery, leathery, stretching sound that seemed to be reverberating throughout her car.  Her heart began to race as the sound grew louder, and with the sounds came increases tightness in her pumps, and more constriction from her belt.  She began to ask herself if the problem wasn’t her outfit, but herself that was changing, expanding somehow. 

Jessica tried to glance over to look at her feet, but was unable to as her chest had expanded and it kept her from looking down.  Her once smaller B cups seemed to look and feel like C’s or D’s now as they pushed outwards into her bra cups, into her dress, pulling the front buttons taught as tiny gaps appeared between them now.  The grey sleeves of the dress, once at elbow length now slowly crept upwards showing off the smooth skin and her nicely rounded biceps.  The bracelets of gold on her right wrist now twirled about slightly as her skin reddened as the shiny trinkets dug into her.  She opened her mouth wide for quick gasps of air as the large dark grey belt she wore tightened and crushed her diaphragm.  Her knee length skirt pulled itself up, dragging itself along the bottom seat and exposing more of her opaque encased legs. 

“Pop, snap!” a loud noise scared her and she jumped a bit in her seat, her head striking the car’s ceiling.  Jessica knew this was very odd as her head should have been no where near the ceiling.  She reached to undo her seatbelt only to find it popped itself free from the buckle.  She relaxed a bit knowing that was the source of the noise, but other noises filled the small car soon.  Creaking and groaning sounds seemingly from all directions caught her attention.  Jessica looked for the source but soon found it was her. 

“Huh!” she huffed, and then again she quickly breathed.  She reaches to try and undo her belt as she had finally had enough of it.  As her arms and hands grabbed at the buckle, she was unable to undo it.  It was so tight with so much pressure at it the damn thing wouldn’t budge.  As she tried one last time to undo it “snap!” a loud snapping sound occurred and she could breathe again.  She thought she had undone it, when the truth was the buckle exploded, with the metal pin breaking and the hole it was in snapping, along with the left side of it splitting in two. 

She brought her wrist up in front of her eyes watching with some sense of fascination as the gold bracelets contorted.  Then to her astonishment the one furthest up her arm just snapped in two and fell away.  “Snap!, Crack!” and there went the other two as well, both breaking and falling to her sides. 

Her accommodations in her car began to get more constricting as she grew.  Her head now was pushing up into the ceiling and she was craning her neck to get more room.  The hair band that was holding her neat bun in place at the back of her head snapped as the hair overwhelmed it.  With blond locks cascading down her neck in the back, the front top button on her dress snapped and plopped into the windshield in front of her.  She was attempting to reach for it when “pop!” the next one in line popped off and hit her hand that was reaching for the first.  She shook her hand as the button hitting it stung a bit, which just showed her how much force it shot off with. 

Her head now pushing into the roof of the car with such force it was becoming painful Jessica reached up with both arms to push on it and try to relieve some of the pressure.  As she raised her arms the under side stitching on the sleeves tore and opened with the rips traveling down a few inches on the dress.  Her breasts were straining the floral satin cups of her bra as they heaved themselves into them. 

“Vroom!” the car took of like a bat out of hell weaving in and out of traffic erratically with Jessica screaming all the way.  Apparently her legs grew too much and one of her feet jammed into the accelerator hard to set this in motion.  After a few minutes of this the car slammed into some guard rails and that halted its motion.  The airbag in the steering wheel didn’t go off due to the damage the wheel encountered earlier, but Jessica was fine, since her growth wedged her into the seats tightly. 

As she quickly regained her wits “pop!” went the last button, with such force it went through the front windshield.  The front of her dress yawned open to reveal heaving breast with nipples erect pushing hard into the cups.  The car began to groan it now as she grew in it exerting more pressure on its metal frame.  Ambulances sirens in the distance caught her attention for but a moment, as a closer sound worried her more.

“Crack, split!” her tightening shiny grey pumps couldn’t take any more, as the front of the leather tore and cracked open violently, stitching snapping the tops from the soles.  Her opaque sheathed toes forced themselves through and forced more of the leather pump to separate itself, tops from soles.  “Snap!, crack!” the backs of her feet forced the heels on the pumps to crack open and allow foot expansion on both ends.  With her feet sticking out the fronts and backs of the pumps, the sides tried desperately to hold on. 

Meanwhile new sensations over took the growing woman.  Her panties began to wedge themselves into the crack of her ass, as the tights she wore tickled her legs.  Turns out the tickling was being caused by runs forming behind the calves and along the thighs of the lycra cotton material.  The runs grew and soon covered most of her legs, even the unexposed under her dress.  These runs began to widen and split to become full blown holes in her opaque tights, turning them into Swiss cheese.  To Jessica, the ruining of a good pair of shoes was the last straw. 

“Uhh,” she groaned as she decided enough was enough, and wanted to get out of her car.  So pushing up with full force the ceiling of steel actually bent, and then distorted enough to allow her to sit upright again.  Now with a little bit of room she was able to slam her car door hard.  The first time dented it, the second slam shot the thing clean off, with the loud sound of twisting metal.  The door flew in front of the ambulance forcing the driver to slam the breaks. 

As the ambulance driver glanced over he saw a very large foot stomp the ground having emerged from the wrecked car.  As it hit he noticed how odd it was to see the fronts of feet hanging out of the peep hole that much, only there was no peep hole, just a rupture caused by an expanding foot. As this foot was firmly planted on the ground, the shoe seemed to explode, leather flying everywhere as only a white foot remained.  As the other foot swung out to join the other, the white material covering them shredded as toes with a badly painted pedicure burst forth. 

Next two long legs emerged, wrapped in strands of white lycra and nylon, ruined by gaping holes that caused them to loose their integrity and just hang there limp.  Then popped out a giant female head with a long mane of blond hair, followed by a straining bra.

As Jessica emerged from the ruined car she slowly rose to her new height, and soon realized how big she was.  The lights she knew above her that lit the road were about twenty feet up.  She was almost half way there, and wasn’t slowing down.  In fact, after emerging from the car her growth seemed to pick up a little. 

As Jessica rose upwards She looked down to see the bottom hem of her skirt climb up to the point where it was too short to be called a minni.  As it crept up it also clung to her round, thin thighs more and more.  Soon it crept up so high her thighs wouldn’t allow it to pass any further.  It started to tear itself in two slits along her thighs, showing off more leg.  Then the back tore in the center, and as the tears traveled soon only rags hung from her waist down.  Jessica’s face turned bright red as a “snap!” sounded, then a white satin rag floated to the ground. 

“Shrip, rip!” and a cool breeze was felt across her back.  The grey dress just tore open down the center, to reveal the straining clasps of her bra.  “Rip!” the sleeves tore further until there were none left.  “Uhh, oh, uhh.” She let out as she grew higher still.  At around fifteen feet her bra cups ruptured showing off erect nipples exposed in the cold fall air.  “Clang!” and then the back clasps snapped open.  Soon enough the straps themselves snapped and the bra shot off about ten feet. 

“Rip, shrip!” the dress continued to tear itself to shreds until just before her head hit the light post, the last remains of it fluttered off of her leaving her totally exposed, and very large.  Then her head hit the light post shattering the glass and smashing the bulb followed by a “zap” and the giantess collapsed on the pavement as the lights went out along the thruway for miles.  Seems the big lady electrocuted herself and the shock knocked her out cold.  Still, unconscious she grew as her feet spread out knocking cars out of their way, and her arms jutted out toppling road lights and billboards.  After about eight more minutes she finally stopped growing. 

Later that day a large fleet of tractor trailers pulled up, and drove off along with their fifty foot cargo.  Later that day a car with government plates pulled into a gas station and two men in black suits came out and went into the station.  Two days later a phone rang in the White House.  The president answered and a voice on the other end said, “Mr. President, I believe I’ve found a way to end your personal war overseas.”

 

[Deadly Pixxxie]

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I have a feeling that I know who…helped you out….

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[Cesar]

Magnus,

[Cesar]

Magnus, you've written another excellent story!!!  I enjoyed it immensely and the description of growth was superb!  I always enjoy your stories and hope my words encourage you to write more.

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