Despite having legs quite a bit longer than usual, Shannon didn’t feel like she was moving very quickly. The museum’s front door seemed to grow further and further away as she walked towards it. The illusion was just her growing exhaustion, she knew that, but the desperation to reached the cool of the air-conditioned building was extreme.
Sweat started to form on her brow line again. The drops of fluid beaded up and dripped down the smooth curves of Shannon’s face as she walked. Salty water droplets stung her eyes and forced her to rub her lids with the back of her hand. She tried to clear her vision but the suffocating heat urged more sweat to replace the mass she wiped away each time.
Without realizing it, Shannon began to pant and walk in wider, longer, more awkward steps. She failed to notice at first, but her body began to react to the new climate and grew. When she felt the material of her sweat pants clinging to the moistened flesh of her legs, she thought it was only the perspiration that was causing the sensation. In reality, her legs were growing longer and thicker than before. Another six inches of height from hip to ankle turned her slightly too-short pant legs into high-rise capris that only managed to cover two-thirds of her calves. They hugged tightly to her curves and soon looked more like skin-tight spandex than loose-fitting cotton. The curve of her ass cheeks and vaginal lips could be seen clearly through the stretched material. She felt a wedgie of fabric forming, but Shannon also felt too exhausted to care. She grunted and moaned as she ignored the changes to her body.
“Almost…” she said. “…there.”
Her breasts pushed out more fully. Her stiff nipples threatened to poke holes in the soft material of her oversized t-shirt. Shannon’s ribcage thickened out behind her swelling breasts. Her organs shifted to match the increasing size without complication, and her arms lengthened out and bulged with added girth. Her body slowly reshaped her into an elongated, busty model. Then it filled her out again to her original proportions, filling her garments to the brim.
The once too-large T-shirt now looked to be a skanky belly shirt with tight sleeves. The discomfort of the arm covers caused Shannon to growl, much like a large angry cat of the jungle, before she reached up and mindlessly ripped the sleeves right off of her shirt. It was only when her shirt became a tube top that Shannon paused and looked down at her enlarged hands.
“Oh, no,” she said. “I’m still growing!” She looked at the scraps of shirt in her hands and then down at her body. She had to be nearly nine feet tall now. Her bust was captured in the destroyed ring of fabric that had once been a shirt she could have figuratively swam in at her normal size. She pushed out a leg and twisted it to gaze upon her well-framed curves trying to burst out of her stuffed sweat pants. “I didn’t account for this kind of an increase,” she admitted to herself. She swallowed thickly, her mouth growing dryer with each passing moment. She found it hard to think clearly, so she focused on her ability to articulate clear thought. “Who knows what the limits of this component might actually be. They could be-“ She gasped as she realized her situation. “They could be limitless! I must get to my lab!”
With Shannon’s very next step, a loud, violent-sounding snap echoed out around the parking lot. It almost sounded like a tire popping or a car backfiring. Shannon stepped forward again and heard the sound once more and jumped, then hissed in pain. The burning blacktop could suddenly be felt on the large, squishy pads of Shannon’s feet. She bounced back and forth on the burning ground before her feet became unusually numb to the sensation of the pain and dulled to the discomfort of overheating instead.
When Shannon looked down, she realized the source of the loud exploding noises she had heard before had been her sandals. Her feet were now bare, exposed to the hot ground and air all around. She looked back and saw the remains of her shoes lying in the parking lot between her and the place she’d parked her car. The sandals' toe and ankle snaps had been pushed to their limits, it seemed, and her latest growth had pulled the leather so tightly that the pressure had tore the lacing apart. The thick material had ripped so suddenly that the snap had roared out like a small gunshot each time.
“Incredible,” Shannon mused. “I hadn’t even felt them getting tighter.” She reexamined herself and made a mental note about how it was possible that the mutation responsible for her increased size may have affected her nervous system in some way. She could feel the pressure of her clothes, and it was certainly harder to breathe in such a tight shirt, but she didn’t seem to feel any pain, just discomfort. “I’ll make a note of that in my journal later.”
Shannon turned to continue towards the museum. The front doors were only a few yards away now, but the worst thing happened just as she took her next step forward. Her ears began to burn as her sight registered that she was not as alone in the parking lot as she had originally thought.