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I agree 100%.  Like everything else with this genre this was another big bust.  Damn you WB.  Where's the good stuff when you need it?
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Tonight on the WB network, 8:00pm eastern. Charmed with FMG in it.  Because of this special or possibly lame attempt at FMG by a major network be on the look out for my first FMG story below in the fiction section sometime in the next few days.  It's almost done.  Its about when office stress, computer pop-ups, and bitchy bosses get out of hand.
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Just trying to inject some poetry into this forum.  You don't need a reason to rhyme. 
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Boil, boil, toil and trouble.
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Growing women will unite.
The sight of both could be a fright.
A goddess tall, lean, and true.
A hulking muscular amazon,
through her will, can't be subdued.
Both will run amok and rule.
This forum will be their toy,
They will play and tease with all us naughty boys.
👿
(lame and yet a fun thought to have)

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I have a copy, I am good friends with the woman who had it commissioned, and know the man who wrote it.  Join the Savageimp3 she hulk group and look under Terry's stories in the files section.  Or I could email it to you if you like.  either way you should enjoy it.
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😛
More polls?  Don't ask us, just write what you want.  I'm sure we'll all enjoy it. 
😆 see I'm happy already.
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Check the other fiction section.  I hope you enjoy it.
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Once in the living room she doubled over in pain.  Samantha’s insides felt as if they were on fire.  As she stood there clutching her stomach she could feel as if her skin was shifting about under her clothes on its own.  Covered in perspiration the pain was unbearable.  Her shoes felt like they were encased in leather prisons.  So tight and confining they felt like vices on her dainty feet.  Her thigh highs were like a second skin on her as they clung to her legs so tight and with out mercy.  Her skirt was loosing any free space it had with her thighs, and her suit coat was starting to climb up her arms, hairy forearms being uncovered as it crept up.  Her aqua camisole’s straps were beginning to dig into her shoulders, and her bra felt so tight it was like some kind of torture device on her.  Just then a flicker of white light caught her eye. 

Samantha looked up to see the bright full moon a lone in the night sky.  It was odd but her pained seemed to melt away for a brief moment as it caught her attention.  She thought how strange it was she never noticed it before, but how pretty it looked to her now, gleaming like a jewel in the night sky.  She was able for a brief moment to let go of her for a minute and just stood up, admiring the moon as if in a trance. 

“Pop” the one button that kept her suit coat closed popped off and flew into the glass picture window and then rolled back by her foot.  Now open it became clear just how large her chest had become, straining the fabric of her camisole top.  Then reaching up she grabbed a handful of her red hair and screamed, “Oh my god, I’m burning up.” as the pain came back with a vengeance.

With one smooth motion she grabbed at her black suit coat and took it off throwing it in anger to the ground.  “Uhh.” she let out in anguish as her body began to grow.  She could feel her head rise as she grew larger.  Her camisole top un-tucked itself from her skirt as she grew taller.  As it rose up it revealed her stomach, once smooth, was popping and making sickening distending sounds as a six pack of muscles appeared to replace the smoothness of before.  Her shoulders reddened as she grew, the straps of the camisole painfully digging into her skin. 

She looked down to see her skirt slowly creeping up her legs, revealing more of her nylon clad legs, only something was happening underneath all the shear fabric.  Her calves seemed to be ballooning as sickening sounds of stretching skin caught her ears.  The leather of her shoes groaned as something was happening to her feet causing her toes to pus hard into the pointed tips of her shoes.  The leather of the t-strap groaned in protest as it was slowly being forced out of position, to rise as her feet expanded.  Soon little indentations appeared in the fronts of her heels, the points seemed to be shifting about forcing themselves into new shapes that her shoes had to compensate for. 

Samantha brought her arms to her side and looked over to see her biceps seem to inflate, painfully forcing her flesh to conform to the new muscle mass.  Her lower arms inflated with muscle as well.  She brought her hands to her face as they hurt, tears streaming down her cheeks as her fingers contorted and stretched on their own.  She could see her pink nail polish crack and flake off as her nails grew longer, sharper, blood trickling out form the tips as they did so.  Then to her horror instead of seeing her normal nail color, as they grew they turned dark black, thickening and crusting as they forced themselves out of her skin.  “Ow, make it stop.” she whimpered in a deep husky voice as her nails grew.  Her leather band of her watch snapped then fell to the ground.  Picking up one foot in anger, she stomped it to pieces with her growing strength.

After a minute that felt like an eternity she seemed to stop rising up, her growth stopping, but before she could breath a sigh of relief her skin crawled and felt on fire as muscles began to pop up all over her body.  Her black skirt clung to her hips as they inflated, muscle piling on top of itself stretching her skin, filling her soul with agony.  The small slit in the back to allow free movement stretched wide as it could.  Her thigh highs were showing off immense definition as the muscles on her legs grew stronger.  Her back and chest muscles swelled too, the sounds of straining fabric and groaning leather filling her ears with their music.  The stitches were at their breaking points on her attire, but her transformation wouldn’t cease.

Samantha tensed her legs “rip” the slit in the skirt tore wider and up to allow more leg room.  “Shrip, rip” it tore more as her thighs became hulking masses of muscle.  The skirt rose above mid thigh now, and the tops of her thigh highs was visible.  The elastic tops seemed to stretch, reddening the skin as they dug in to hold on to there content.  “Rip” a small tear appeared in the elastic band.  “Shrip, rip” then another two.  Soon the elastic tops split open and peeled like a banana a few inches as her muscles forced them to expand.  “Shrip” tensing her thighs once more tore the side seams on them, the rips traveling upwards showing off more skin, fine red hairs appearing on them. 

She rolled her shoulders foreword as muscles popped into her back.  “Rip” these caused tears to appear in the back of her cami top as the muscles expanded.  A diamond shaped hole appeared in the front of the cami and soon widened as her breasts exerted more pressure upon them.  At her side her hands cracked as the fingers not only grew, but began to reshape them selves.  Her palm elongated thick skin forming on the fronts of them, fur growing on the backs.  Her shoulders popped out of their sockets causing her to cringe before popping into a new shape.  “Snap, snap” the straps of her cami, unable to cope snapped and flailed about before coming to rest. 

Sam opened her mouth wide as her gums bled.  She could feel her teeth growing longer, forcing her mouth wider.  Her tongue too was lengthening, rounding out more.  Soon her upper canines felt so long and thick her mouth couldn’t contain them.  Then her bottom teeth seemed to grow sharp and rise up to meet the tops, her jaw expanding to fit her growing teeth.  Her nostrils flared as her nose stretched and grew out, becoming more animal like with each passing second.  Her red hair was a mess as it grew longer, feeling it stands on edge then travel down her backside, covering stretching skin as her muscles grew.

Her ears pointed at the tips, then grew out and up, causing her whole face to contort trying to compensate for this.  Her jaw pushed out further as her teeth needed more room to grow larger and sharper.  She looked down to see her hands were now longer then her feet, nails still growing black, fur on her back, pads forming on the palms.  She shifted her back as more muscle forced itself into position.  Her camisole top tearing down the center to allow this, traveling down her back and as it opened her bra clasps were visible.  The three tiny metal clasps groaning and straining to remain closed.  The top tore further until lit was at the small of her back. 

“Snap, zip” the metal clasp the sealed the back of her skirt twisted and broke off, the zipper forcing itself down.  The back of her panties bulged as her skin stretched to cover a protrusion at the end of her tail bone.  The protrusion grew, as the waist of her white panties tore to allow it more room.  Her skin seemed to crack open as a fuzzy red bud popped out and lengthen. 

Samantha’s calves buckled, then flared out with new muscle “shrip” creating runs in her thigh highs.  The runs grew and traveled up her legs and down into her straining shoes forming a seam.  “Rip, shrip” the seam forced itself to widen, turning these runs into tears.  Her thighs grew out still forcing the tears to widen into gashes and holes. 

“Crack, snap” the strap the made the top of the T on her shoes snapped as her feet rose out from them.  “Snap, snap” the bottom of the strap stitching failed as the straps broke free and her feet swelled up in her shoes.  The tops of the nylons there rupturing as her feet grew.  Cracking sounds came from the fronts of her feet, as the stitching on both shoes at once bulged, whined, then broke open to allow her feet to expand.  Her feet then wasted no time in tearing out of her nylons as they grew; only they weren’t just getting bigger.  As the backs of the heels snapped her feet grew longer, tearing themselves free form their leather prison and nylon hell.  As they rose up fur tore the nylon off the tops of her feet.  As they emerged out of the fronts of her exploding heels, the toe nails shredded the fabric, turning black and lengthen like her finger nails were doing.  The shoes destruction continued as the sides of the shoes burst, hairy elongating feet punishing the leather.  The slender two inch heels groaned, then snapped off and her feet plopped on the floor, growing animal like as they finished destroying her footwear. 

Her camisole top tore open wide in the front, the back ripping and shredding itself.  As her sides bulked up the cami was pushed to far and its side seams tore, and with all the rips in it was unable to hold on and fell from her body. 

“Zippppp, shrriipp” her skirt’s zipper running out of rail now tort through the fabric of her skirt,  almost reaching the rising tear as her slit grew in the skirt. The seams along the side ripped open to showcase muscle that would take most people years to develop, and hair that most would spend years to remove.  “Shrip” her nylons tore and shred as soon her legs were left bare.  As she rose on of her hulking legs the skirt tore open on the side up to her waist.  The same was repeated with her other leg.  As she stepped out of her ruined shoes everything below the waist tore and snapped peeling itself form her body. 

She went to take another step, but quickly lost her balance falling onto all fours.  She didn’t know why, but this position felt more natural to her now.  A painful spasm caused her to arch her back, her spine snapping as it elongated.  “Snap, snap” two of her clasps for her bra snapped.  “Shrip” the cups in the front began to rupture as her swelling cleavage was staking its toll.  As the cups tore erect nipples poked through, tearing the cups further.  Unable to cope the last clasp snapped and her bra fell onto the ground. 

Sam arched her back upwards again and this time the waist of her skirt tore and it too pooled among the ruined clothes on the ground.  Her panties moistened before they too finally gave up and snapped leaving a muscle bound she hulk on all four panting heavily.  Then another series of spasms took control. 

As Samantha twisted and shifted about her knees buckled, then painfully clicked themselves into a reverse position as what hey were before.  She then arched herself onto the balls of her feet as they grew long, the nails finishing their transformation, and padded themselves like paws.  She then heaved her chest down as a second set of nipples popped up below her own pair.  Opening her mouth wide, it stretched out, elongating into a muzzle, as her ears pointed up. 

Then as this was finishing red fur began to sprout all over her body.  Patches on her feet and hands grew, and traveled up her arms and legs.  The bump on her ass grew into a tail, and as it waved about her ass covered itself with fur.  Her back sprouted a reddish coat as her hair became like a mane on her backside.  Finally puffs of fur sprouted all over her chest, then they connected to leave her completely covered in it.  Then as if waking from a long sleep, this beast in place of where Samantha was stretched long and hard then howled so loud the window in front of her shattered. 

Pouncing through the broken glass all six and a half feet of the muscle bound monster landed on all fours outside.  The moonlight clearly illuminated its fiery red coat of fur, long snarling snout glistening with saliva, pointy teeth and wagging tail.  Behind it in the house was a pile of shredded clothes.  The beast howled once more, and then took off into the full moon lit night for the hunt. 

The she beast went into the woods snarling as it approached its prey, its senses keen and alert for any signs of movement.  Moving swiftly through the mist filled air it hunted for its meal.  Sniffing the air and perking up its ears the beast had apparently found its prey. 

Running on the soft muddy ground in moved stealthily for an animal of its size.  Carefully  not reveal its position it approached its target.  Through yellow slivers of eyes it could see anything as if the sun were shining brightly.  Anything it couldn’t see it could smell with its powerful snout.  After fifteen minutes of this game it found its prey.  There cowering but growling to put up a brave front was a dog with a red collar on.  The beast didn’t hesitate at all.  It leapt over a fallen tree and with outstretched paw tore into the side of its prey.  Blood gushed as the animal howled on delight.  The dog tried to get away, but the beast was too fast.  I lunged once more, using its immense weight to knock its prey over.  Then with one paw holding it down it howled in victory as it craned its head up, then down tearing the poor dog’s throat out.  Blood was gushing everywhere as the beast devoured its meal.  As it picked its blood soaked snout out of the remains it sniff something else, similar to this, into the night air. 

The beast went after its prey with a viscous malice inside it.  The animal was free for the first time and full of rage and blood lust.  As it stalked off it smelled three other scents back where it had come from.  It knew that tonight it would feast, and as it licked its gory teeth howled in ecstasy at the moon. 

The next morning Samantha awoke in the barn behind her house.  At first she was groggy, then cold.  She looked down then screamed in horror as she was naked lying on a pile of grass, her nude slender body drenched in blood.  She bolted up screaming at the top of her lungs starting to sob uncontrollably.  She had no recollection of how she had ended up this way, or what happened the night before.  As she made her way out of the barn, holding herself and sopping, something shiny caught her eye.  She bent down to shift through the tall grass until she found what she was looking for.  It was a tag from on of her dogs.  Next to it was what appeared to be the remains of its collar, soaked in blood.  She picked it up and brought it to her face, sniffing in its scent.  Then in a fit of rage she dropped to her knees and cried out, “What’s happening to me.” Birds rustled by this outburst took flight and flew away into the morning sky. 

As Samantha entered her house it was a mess.  Furniture was toppled over and claw marks covered the walls.  There by the shattered window of her living room was a pile of torn clothes like the ones she wore the previous night.  As she dug through them she was shocked by how they looked like something tore them apart from within.  She picked up on of her shoes, it was torn and stretched out of shape, with the heel broken off.  Dropping to her knees she cradled it in her arms and rocked back and forth, crying.  She had no memories of what occurred last night, nor was she sure she wanted them.  Calling out to her pets she waited and sobbed, not realizing fully yet there would be no response.  Only fourteen hours until the full moon rose once more.

The End?

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Outside at the center of the dance floor Kathie gyrated in as sensual a manner as possible to draw onlookers and horny coworkers around her as she enacted her plan to make sure no one would ever forget this party or who the number one party girl was on this special Halloween night.  People gathered around her and began to whisper amongst them as she tried to pick up the pace with her gyrations.  She wondered what they were commenting on more.  The fact she wasn’t wearing a bra and as her breast swelled the light pink tits began to become more and more visible.  Maybe it was if she was wearing a wig as her hair was becoming a long blond mess, and the two bands that kept her pigtails tugged painfully at her hair.  She hoped it didn’t cause her any split ends.

She thought they could have been whispering about her skirt.  It was digging into her waist.  The tartan styled mini was also gradually creeping up her sweaty thighs, showing off more and more as if it was doing a slow striptease.  Her thong underwear was practically flossing her ass, while rubbing her in the front in all the right ways.  It was almost better then any men she had eat her out in the copy room before.  No actually she giggled as they slid into a rather sensitive spot, it was better. 

Her thigh high opaque nylons slid seductively down her thighs, but seemed to become stuck just above her knees.  There she could feel their elastic bands begin to dig into lower thighs, straining to withhold her calves and thighs as they grew longer and sexier by the minute.  Her Mary Jane heels were very painful for her to keep on, but at the same time it was a combination of both pleasure and pain as the top leather strap bulged but held its place.  Her toes pushed into the rounded fronts and curled as five little indentations formed in the fronts of each shoe.  She could swear she heard the back stitches sequel and groan as her feet pushed back hard. 

The side room began to fill with the sounds of feminine moans and the noises of straining stitches as she grew larger adding inches slowly to her frame.  Kate didn’t want to give in to the sensations but also knew her costume wouldn’t last much longer.  The tightly woven fishnet stockings dog into her legs and she shook and flexed them to try and alleviate some of the discomfort.  At the same time her nylons underneath itched something fierce and her shoes ached.  She also had trouble seeing as her hair was growing longer and causing her problems with seeing what was happening to her.  Through some strands of blond she was able to see her toes begin to slowly creep past the edges of her heels.  She could feel as the leather strap pinched her feet as they forced it wider so her toes could emerge.  She felt like at any minute her nylons and fishnets could snap and she could tear right through them. 
Her breasts continued to heave at the material and her bodice lace which was already showing ample amounts of cleavage.  It was becoming more difficult for her to breathe as her outfit tightened and she swelled.  She knew Edgar was there watching her and felt awkward for doing this but despite these feelings reached out to try and touch him for some form of comfort.  As she reached out she saw how her nail polish was ruined on her fingers flaking off as they extended out to keep pace with the rest of her growth. 

“Snap” took her a bit by surprise as she could see the weaving that went over her opera style gloves was snapping on her outstretched arm.  “Snap, snap, pop,” the lacey covering over the fingerless glove snapped and tore as she reached out for him.  “Rip, shrip” the material the glove was made out of itself also began to tear as she began to shed a tear form the pain and feeling of growing uselessness over her predicament.  Small tears popped open at the forearm of the glove.  As it peeled like a banana from there up it ripped more as her arms grew.  The holes at the hand where her fingers jutted out pinched as her digits swelled.  Soon rips formed there as well.  At her elbow where the glove could climb down her arm no more the material expanded with her until “shrip” it tore and frayed along the edges.  She could feel as the last of it tore off her arm and whimpered as she knew this only singled the beginning of what could become a very embarrassing situation.  Just at the last moment a warm hand took her into its grasp.  She could feel how small and sweaty it was, but it provided her some comfort to know she wasn’t alone.  She straightened her stance “shrip” sounded as she did and she looked to find the source.

Kathie was almost in a trance like state, the sensations she found such a turn on as her clothes hugged her tighter then anything ever before.  She wanted the sensations to last forever but knew that something was about to happen.  Over the loud music she heard distinct sound of leather and cloth stretching and groaning to contain her.  It drove her wild knowing that at any moment she could burst from her costume.  She especially liked the delicate dance her thong and her private parts were having under the rising tartan skirt. 

She shook her head from side to side and cried out drawing more people’s attention as she could feel the tightness of her clothes and the eyes upon her bringing her to the brink of orgasm.  As her head twirled her hair was pulled and teased by the red bands with bows on them she had on to keep her pigtails in place.  “Uh, Oh yes.” she moaned while doing this, pleasure and pain merging as her hair was pulled tighter and tighter by the bands.  She seemed to giggle as snapping sounds occurred and the bands that held her hair snapped off and shot across the dance floor like rubber bands.  Her hair was now free and she shook her head harder as if pleased with the results letting out a very loud, “Oh god yes!” which brought the music to a stop.  She ceased her movement to see all eyes now on her, glaring at her body in its tight skimpy school girl outfit.  She never felt so aroused before in her life.

All this attention was more then Kathie could have ever hoped for and she wasn’t about to waist any of it at this moment.  She decided now would be the perfect time to strike some type of sexy pose and see who she could drive wild.  Kathie slowly brought her arm up and her hand towards her mouth, while at the same time placing one growing leg in front of the other.  She then pouted with her face and proceeded to place her right hand in front of her face, then stuck the index finger into her mouth and made a sucking sound and gesture.  For added sensuality she flexed and stuck her rear out.  All this motion and posing would prove to be too much for her costume.

As she put pressure on the balls of her feet and attempted to crouch down loud snapping sounds came from her feet.  As she glanced down she removed the finger from her mouth to find she had snapped one of the leather straps on her shoes, the left Mary Jane.  As she went down further to get a better look her right foot seemed to swell, and the top of the foot rose a bit and snapped the other strap too.  Her feet continued to grow in size and really dig into the Mary Jane’s’ leather stitching.  Some of the people gathered closest to her also heard the sounds.  As she started to rise and stand up once more popping and tearing sounds came from her feet.  “Pop, snap, shrip!” all eyes focused on her cute growing feet to see white material pop out of the rounded fronts.  As more of the shoe’s stitching tore and ruptured her feet continued their assault on the fronts.  She squealed in delight as the feet tore the front whole wider.  Then the sides began to split and crack.  “Rip, pop” and the back at the heel split and yawned open to release her expanding feet.  Soon the tops of the shoes was bursting when “crack, crack, plop” she lost her balance for a minute as the heels snapped off and as her feet plopped down the shoes, or rather what was left of them exploded from her feet leaving her in thigh highs that were stretched so tightly everyone could see her toes through them.

“Oh yes, I’m so big now my poor shoe’s just couldn’t hold my sexy feet in them, mmhhh, yes.” Kathie playfully cooed out as she stood to her new height which made the onlookers crane their heads upwards to see.  She pulled at her long blond hair and said, “Oh I’m so horny and so big now, who could help me?” she asked while staring down at a group of drooling men.  “Pop, pop, pop,” all eyes went to her chest, “Now look, the thought got me so excited I’ve popped my buttons.” she stated playfully as the three buttons that held her top flew into the crowd.  Then without a bra her breasts began to heave out and tear through the front of her shirt.  She moaned in ecstasy as her light pink tits fully erect poked through the top.  She just reach off and tore the shirt off her while massaging her breasts and moaning out loud, trembling as she brought herself closer to the edge.

As she continued to play with herself for her benefit and all the commotion it was stirring her tartan red and black mini became caught around her upper thighs as they grew so wide the skirt could climb no more.  “Shrip, rip” small tears formed at the sides of it as her thighs tore the skirt apart.  “Rip, rip” the waist of the skirt started to tear as well.  “Snap” she felt the metallic clip at the back snap, and soon it was unzipping on its own in the rear.  Everyone form that angle could see her ass cheeks as they swelled forcing the zipper down in earnest.  The sides tore further and with a little shimmy she did the skirt tore off her completely.  Everyone could now see her in just a very small thong that hugged her every curve while playing with her front, dripping with her juices, and her stalking legs. 

This attention and mouths agape drooling and just so enamored with her every move made her want to hit that climax at full force.  She took her left hand and reached down with a snap tore her thong off and slowly inserted her growing first two fingers into her moist center.  Then with her other hand she massaged her breasts while moistening her fingers with her tongue.  Some of the female onlookers stared at her in disgust with her display, and this kind of attention sent her over the edge.  “Oh my god yessss!” she screamed out as she shuddered for what felt like an eternity as she came.  While shaking and hissing her thigh highs began to show runs forming up and down as her calves forced themselves out of them.  This made the runs into holes, and the wholes widened fast.  Soon the stretchy elastic cotton material had rips and tears popping up all over the place as she continued to rock and sway in bliss.  As they tore and shredded all that was left were the elastic bands at the tops, with strips of white cloth hanging from them.  Kathie finally stopped shaking long enough to look out at the crowd, just as these bands snapped off and left the blond bombshell naked and standing at eleven feet tall. 

While all this was happening Edgar was trying to console a growing Kate hoping this insane moment would lead up to that goal of intimacy he had for so long yearned for.  As he tried to maintain his grasp on her hand it proved to be a bit difficult with her hand bigger then his and still growing.  He looked over to see her take her other hand and ball it up into a tight fist. “Rip” the material tore on the glove that covered her hand when she did this. “Shrip” it continued to tear all up her arm, splitting open in slits on its way to the top of the glove.  There at the elbow it tore itself free and ripped off her arm completely.  Edgar took a large gulp as she seemed to cringe at the thought of what was about to happen as the groans and moans of her costume grew in intensity. 
Blond locks of hair lengthened and covered her blue eyes as the woman grew.  She had sort of a half smile on her face as she could feel her panties begin to stretch and caress her private parts bringing a new sense of ecstasy to her growth.  The strips of fabric that made up the dress of her costume bulged out a bit rose climbing up her calves as the straining weave of her fishnets and paling color of her once deep and dark nylons was visible.  Her toes strained the fishnets to their limits and as they grew past the heels of the shoes, they came close to touching the ground when a loud cracking sound followed by groans from straining leather echoed off the walls.  “Crack, split” both looked down to see the leather strip that covered the top of her foot split open to allow her right foot to expand further.  As her feet pushed out still “split” the leather on the left shoe split at its seams as that foot’s toes hit the floor.  “Crack, crack” and she seemed to fall a few inches in height, but with some stretching sounds.  Shattered clear plastic was strewn on the floor.  Her clear three inch stiletto heels seemed to have broken due to her increasing weight.

As her toes shifted about they pushed foreword and on both of her expanding feet at once split the weave of her fishnets and her nylon clad toes pushed out ripping and snapping the fishnets.  “Snap, Snap, snap” the nylon weaves went up her feet.  As they split and tore her dark nylons underneath paled and stretched out more and more to keep pace with her growth.  “Split. Shrip” Kate shuddered a bit as the flimsy fabric of her costume split in the back.  The small tear widened and soon her bra clasps were visible through the rip.  As her breasts expanded and swelled more into the font of her costume the strain on the bodice laced front strained and worked hard to keep intact.  Her thighs expanded and pushed out through the shredded fabric of her costume.  Her calves flared out and snapped more of her fishnets.  “Snap, snap, snap” they broke behind her legs at the back of her calves as she grew further still.  “Split, crack, split” the leather that covered the tops of her feet, that stitching slowly broke and cracked to allow her feet continue to rise up.  “Split” the leather itself was now splitting open faster and with a mighty sound her shoes just disintegrated into nothing. 

Kate released Edgar’s hand as she soon realized she may crush it in hers as it grew.  Edgar reached for her as she ran out of her ruined shoes, and while moving snapped more of her fishnets until little remained of them below her knees.  “Oh, no, oh, god what’s happening to me?” she moaned as she reached up and clutched her blond hair in her hands while growing more and more.  “Snap” she looked down to see one of the straps on her bodice lace top break and flail about.  “Snap” another broke and twisted about as her breasts took this opportunity to heave outwards.  “Shrip, rip” the stitching of her poofy sleeves began to tear as her shoulders grew.  “Rip, rip” they tore more and separated from the rest of her costume.  As the grey shoulders tore free from her maroon top they tore more and soon ripped off her shoulders now with only a pair of bra straps digging into her reddening shoulder skin.

“Snap, pop” more straps of her bodice top tore, and finally in one fowl swoop they all snapped completely and her breasts heaved out tearing the front of her costume.  Her fishnets tore as her thighs grew out; her ass swelled and tore a split at the rear of her nylons.  Her head rose up higher, tears streaking all along her costumes upper part.  The maroon material tore itself to pieces.  Soon it looked shredded like her skirt bottom. 
“Shrip, rip” the waist of her costume tore and split to cause it to separate from the top part of her costume.  She placed her hands over her eyes to hide her tears of despair over her growth, tearing open the back of her costume.  It tore more and her waist strained to keep the dress part of her costume on.  She let out moans of agony and despair as her costume shredded more.  The tearing sounds reached a crescendo and with a loud moan it fell from her body leaving her in just her bra and nylons.

She crouched down as her head neared the ceiling trying to avoid bursting through it.  As Kate balled herself up in the corner her legs grew out, runs forming in the dark material.  The runs grew and soon appeared throughout her nylons.  Then they began to split and widen into holes.  Her skin was forcing itself through these holes turning them into gashes.  Her toes soon poked and burst through the fading stretchy material. 

“Snap, snap” her bra straps snap and the white satin straps flail about wildly.  The metallic clasps strained, but soon they too tore and she was left topless as her bra shot across the room nailing Edgar upside his head.  He moved to the side as a giant foot shot past him attached to a long sexy leg flew by and pushed hard into the door.  The large wooden door creaked and soon blew itself apart as her foot flew past it.  He then heard the sounds of screaming and as he approached stepped in something slippery.  He looked down to see it was blood.

As he slowly stepped outside the door he found Kathie around thirty feet tall had gone through the roof, and was laughing while stepping and squishing all the party goers, his and her coworkers.  Just then a loud crash sounded and he looked up to find Kate was through the roof now as well.  No longer scared, Kate saw her sister, and the two made eye contact.  Then the sound of laughing echoed in the night sky.  The two sisters seemed to have made some type of almost psychic connection, and both of them started to proceed and squash their coworkers. 

Edgar ran around screaming and yelling about how this was all his fault.  Then something even more disturbing occurred.  His squished, dead coworkers rose, and like mad zombies began to attack the others lefty alive, feasting upon their brains.  All hell was now breaking loose.  Blood pooled all over as the cries of agony rose in number.  Then wolves appeared from nowhere and started to feast on the entrails as they lied all over the place.  People ran about slipping on blood and guts.  Zombies feasting upon the brains of the living.  Two beautiful thirty foot giantess women stomping on everyone. 

A giant shadow cast over Edgar as he looked up to find a huge beautifully feminine foot coming down on him.  He screamed out “Aieeeeeeeee!”  and….

Edgar awoke in his bead, sweating profusely.  After taking a minute to gather his surroundings he found he was in his room.  He reached over to his alarm clock to see it was three-thirty in the morning.  Laying back down he took a deep breath and sighed.  “No more Mexican after midnight for me.” He said.  Rolling over he put his arm around his wife Kate, smiled and went back to bed.  Just as he was about to doze off, a rumble sounded outside and a booming voice sounded out, “Um, Kate, it's me Kathie.  I think I have something to show you.”

[magnus knight]

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