Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
José strikes a deal. Jenifer and Lola make it big.
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The house lights were dim, supplemented with the flashing of spotlights and strobes from every corner of the ceiling. The thumping bass of the blaring electronic music shook the walls and patrons to their core, interrupted by the barking of the enthusiastic commentator and announcer. José looked down at his phone with a smirk, feeling it shake in his hand as he let yet another call go to voicemail. Perkins was on to him, but after tonight, it wouldn't matter. He had a suitcase packed and plane ticket ready to go. In 24 hours, he'd be a very rich man in a very distant country. With callous ease, he discreetly threw his phone into a nearby trash can, jumping slightly as he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"For a $12 cover, this better be damn worth it, José!" Stanley exclaimed, fighting the booming sound system.
"Don't worry, buddy. Tonight'll be more than worth it!" José shouted back.
"You boys find a seat with a view, I'll get us some beers."
With that, Stanley and Grant broke off to find adequate seating. The Jewel Of The Springs was a rather large establishment, once host to numerous platforms and stages for exotic dancers to ply their trade. While a few poles remained, most of the main floor had been dug up and renovated into an adequate sized 8X8 foot ring set slightly below the ground. Lined with padded flooring in and around the arena, this ring was affectionately dubbed "The Pit" by Jewel patrons and staff alike, it's lowered design harkening to a gladiatorial coliseum. There, in the recessed arena, caked in the mud-like substance, Theresa Twilight and Katrina the Ballerina wrestled, embroiled in the thrill of the crowd, the heat of the moment.
José gawked at the match, enjoying the spectacle of the two young woman grappling and groping each other before snapping back to his senses. He had a job to complete. Heading for the bar, a man sitting alone caught José's attention. This man nursed a dry martini, looking in every direction but the match that had enthralled the rest of The Jewel's patrons. José grinned. He had found the person he had come to see.
"Can I get a Caesar over here?" José shouted, hoping to cut through the thumping music and roar of the crowd. Approaching the bar, he gave a friendly wave to the lone man and leaned against the countertop. The two said nothing for a moment, the man sipped his martini, José took the celery stalk out of his freshly-poured Caesar and took a noisy bite, each waiting to see who would make the first move. José washed the celery down with a gulp of his Caesar and took another crunch off the stalk.
"So, are you my guy?" José asked frankly, his mouthful of celery smacking loudly.
"Depends." The man said.
"Are you José Alvarez?"
"Guilty." José confirmed, downing the remainder of his drink.
"And I have it here."
"This isn't what I had in mind when I said we should meet somewhere discreet." The man said sternly.
"I think you worry too much. Nobody here's gonna pay us much attention when the real action's down there." José said through loud chews as he finished his celery, pointing towards the pit. The man smiled a demure smile, scoffing slightly beneath his breath.
"I suppose you're right." He said. "Now, at the behest of the company I represent, I have prepared a non-disclosure agreement as well as the terms of our deal."
The man pulled several documents out of his coat along with a gilded pen and placed them on the bar, sliding them towards José. The chemical engineer leafed through the NDA briefly, signing without so much as a second thought. What he really wanted to see were the terms. This lone man represented one of the largest pharmaceutical corporations in the world, Well-Gen. They could pay out the nose for the Compound and José would ensure he got every penny he could from the pharma giant. Taking the pen, José circled the proposed offer and slid the paper back to the representative.
"Tack another zero to the end of that number. And while we're at it, how about a job? I practically made this stuff and with me, I can make you guys more." José exclaimed.
"I wasn't aware this was a negotiation." The man said dryly.
"I'll have to clear this with the company but I'm sure we can accommodate your demands, Mr. Alvarez. But before I do anything, may I visually confirm that you have the package with you?"
José grinned, looking around the room before locking eyes with the representative. Carefully, he produced the long, slender silver vial from his coat pocket. The representative reached for the vial only for José to pull his hand away.
"Ah ah ah, you don't see with your hands, my friend." José explained.
"But I assure you, this is the goo your employer has been after. A drop of this stuff could rejuvenate an entire field of crops. Or.."
José paused, leaning closer towards the man.
"Or, a little of the Compound and bam! Super-soldiers by the gross, sold to the highest bidder."
José grinned as the man wiped some beading sweat from his brow, adjusting his too tight tie as he looked around nervously. Obviously he was very interested in the pitch José was selling, but he was less than thrilled to talk so casually about such things in public.
"We.. will make sure your terms are met, Mr. Alvarez. You'll find the money in your account within the hour. And our development team will be in touch." The man said shakily. José's bargaining chip had paid off it seemed, and the man was more than eager to conclude his business, clearing José's demands without question. All that was left was to hand over the Compound and leave a rich man.
But that's not what happened.
Before José could blink, the bartender, watching the bizarre exchange, snatched the vial out of José's hand.
"No outside food or drink in the bar, Sir. I have to confiscate your flask." The bartender exclaimed. Realizing what had happened, José snapped off the bar stool, lunging over the counter to retrieve his multi-million dollar meal ticket. The bartender pulled away as José furiously snatched at the Compound, his legs kicking wildly in the air as he attempted to wiggle closer and retrieve the dangerous substance. Suddenly, José felt a grip on his collar, with a startling force, he was thrown off of the bar and onto the floor by a bouncer that had witnessed the frantic exchange.
"You don't understand!" José protested.
"I'm not a wino, that's not a flask! I need that back!"
"Yea, yea. And you don't have a drinking problem, spare me the bullshit, pal." The bouncer dismissed, picking José up as he began to walk the fraught chemical engineer towards to door. José fought to break free but was no match for the imposingly large bouncer.
"Come on, Suit! Tell them it's not a flask!" José cried, fighting the thumping sound system. His pleas reached the representative's ears but the lone man sat stone faced, ignoring the outburst as best he could. Getting involved could lead to exactly the kind of PR kerfuffle he had hoped to avoid. Saying nothing, the man continued to nurse his dry martini as José was dragged out the door and subsequently barred from the establishment.
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"Quite a crowd." Jennifer thought to herself, sizing up the nearly packed establishment. DDMWL matches were never dead by any means, throngs of men flocked to wherever a match was happening, but Mudbrawl was the big show. The Super Bowl of the DDMWL. Every affiliated establishment took part in the event, with back to back matches running all night featuring the most popular wrestlers the league had to offer. Of course, Lola Blaze was certainly a fan favourite, but Jennifer found herself with a considerable following as well, earning herself a reputation for being one of the more convincing and entertaining wrestlers to watch. Jennifer wanted to appreciate her admirers, but knowing they were equally if not more eager to see her stripped naked by an errant grapple than for her actual wrestling prowess softened the impact a little bit. Still, from the corner, she watched Katrina and Twilight's match as it concluded. Twilight had Katrina pinned under her arm as the ref ran in to begin the count when Katrina managed to pull a sneaky reversal, stunning Twilight and the crowd. Using her bought time, Katrina pressed her advantage, pinning Twilight for the ten count, taking the victory. The crowd erupted and the bell rang as Katrina held her arms high in celebration before helping Twilight to her feet. As the two girls shared a messy, sportsmanlike hug, the announcer came over the sound system.
"WHAT A TERRIFIC MATCH, WHO COULD'VE SEEN THAT COMING?" The disembodied voice boomed as it was met with aimless cheer and chatter.
"WE'RE GOING TO TAKE A QUICK BREAK TO REFILL THE PIT!!" The voice continued, a myriad of voices began chanting 'Pit. Pit. Pit.' at the mention of the arena.
"NOW'S A GOOD TIME TO GRAB ANOTHER DRINK BUT DON'T STRAY TO FAR BECAUSE UP NEXT WE HAVE... THE MAIN EVENT!"
Uproarious cheers filled The Jewel as a few patrons left their seats to head over to one of the multiple bars as the commentator wound up to finish their grand announcement.
"THAT'S RIGHT, FELLAS. UP NEXT WE HAVE THE MATCH YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR, IT'S ALL BEEN BUILDING TO THIS! JENNIFER 'THE HARPY' HARPER VS. LOOOOOOLLAAAAAA 'WILDFIRE' BLAAAAAAZZE!!!"
There was a burst of hoots and hollers as their names we're called. From her corner, Jennifer saw Lola enter the into the main floor, strutting in costume in front of the rabid patrons. Briefly, Jennifer considered mingling on the floor as well, perhaps she could even manage to steal some attention away from Lola, but ultimately thought better of it. It wouldn't help her win the match and she felt a spiteful tinge of shame knowing that she only wanted the attention to keep it off of Lola. Drawing a long sigh, Jennifer leaned against the wall, arms folded, strongly considering how badly she needed her job. It wasn't too late to ditch, it wasn't too late to just walk into the back, grab her purse, and give a giant middle finger to The Jewel and all its patrons as she strode out the door for the last time. It was an entertaining notion, but Jennifer quashed it glumly as she remembered why she was here. She had a dream, an expensive dream and as degrading as she found mud wrestling, it was getting her closer to her dream than any other job she could find.
Walking over to the crowded bar, Jennifer asked for a water, only to be served a colourful shot. She looked at the bartender with puzzlement as they shrugged.
"Courtesy of the gentleman down at the end." The bartender pointed.
"Sorry, Jen." They followed. Jennifer looked at the drink, one of the many drinks that had been bought for her in her time at The Jewel, and sighed again. What the fuck, she thought. Bottoms up.
"Cheers." She smiled vapidly, raising the glass to her random benefactor before downing the potent cocktail, noting the strong hint of sourpuss. Jennifer preferred not to drink before her matches. Slowed reflexes, increased risk of injury, It felt unprofessional. Delicately wiping her lips, she thanked the benefactor and headed for the kitchen to pour her own water.
The kitchen, a sprawl of stainless steel, steam, and sizzling, was buzzing with activity. Part of The Jewel's rebranding came with a revamped menu and kitchen, offering a chef-curated gourmet menu hoping to cash in on the gastro-pub zeitgeist. Line cooks worked to keep up with the extensive food orders that had arrived in the wake of the previous match while two dishwashers scrubbed and scraped to keep the endless supply of clean dishwater and utensils coming. Jennifer poured her glass and watched the busywork, like bees in a hive toiling away with a rhythmic fervour as a server hurried in to drop off a tray of dirty dishes and glasses in the dish pit and turned to go bus more tables. Jennifer followed them out, setting her glass on the tray, right next to the vial containing the Compound. A dishwasher grabbed the tray and began emptying its contents into the sink, pouring any remaining liquids out before placing the glasses and plates onto a rack, stopping as they noticed the puzzling silver vial. It was long and slender with a cap screwed tightly to keep the contents secure. The dishwasher shook the vial, hoping to discern its contents more clearly, but couldn't divine what they were holding was. They unscrewed the lid to pour the Compound down the drain.
"Fresh mud comin' through, clear a hole!" A burly man said, wheeling a vat of mud through the kitchen, bumping into the backside of the dishwasher. They stumbled, causing the clear, somewhat syrupy contents of the vial to spill into the artificial mud. An accident which neither the burly man or the dishwasher seemed to notice, as they were too busy exchanging obscenities about who has the right-of-way in the kitchen. Cursing under their breath, the dishwasher turned to resume emptying the vial only to realize that the liquid contents were now gone. They thought for a moment then shrugged, discarding the silver vial, returning to their work.
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Round and round, Jennifer watched the mighty paddle stir the fresh mud into the arena, the shimmer of the dancing lights bouncing off the viscous surface. Slowly the levels rose until the pit was filled with mud high enough to almost reach her mid-thighs, levels higher than most mud wrestling events dared to fill their inflatable kiddie pools. The DDMWL took their events very seriously, taking pride in their attempts to add a more extreme, dangerous edge to the sport. Though as more risks were introduced, so to were strict rules to prevent serious injury or dangerous misconduct with professional referees hired to ensure matches were clean and safe. While the refs did a good job enforcing the rules and the league made sure to punish intentional rule-breakers, certain offenders always seemed to have their misbehaviour ignored, Lola being the prime offender. Every dirty trick in the rule book was adopted or invented by Lola as she repeatedly used whatever advantage she could press to secure an easy win. She was rarely ever caught, and when she was, her penalties were never as severe as the rest of the girls, something Lola was well aware of. Jennifer steeled herself, knowing that tonight, Mudbrawl, the biggest event of the year, Lola was not going to pull any punches.
The crew cleaning and filling the pit cleared away as the ref spoke to the commentator, they were ready to begin. Jennifer began stretching, doing her best to limber up before the match. Lola was at the bar, doing a body shot off of another wrestler to the enjoyment of the crowd. Jennifer rolled her eyes, walking into the padded area of the main floor, readying herself as Lola basked in the attention of her audience, the talent buyer likely among them. Jennifer felt a slight sting of jealousy creep over her as Lola enjoyed her admiration unapologetically with gawkers seemingly lining up to throw themselves at her feet.
"That kind of attention must be nice when you want it." Jennifer thought to herself.
"But why don't I ever want it? These creeps would be fawning over me too if I called them all sweetie and pretended to give a shit."
Jennifer pictured herself strutting in as Lola often did, every man in the room turning to her as she strode across the floor in 6-inch heels like a goddess high above them all. Their adoration and unwavering attention completely hers as they turned to putty in her hand.
"Jennifer, are you ready?" The referee asked, seemingly for the second time. Snapping back to her senses, Jennifer realized she had fallen a little too deeply into her daydream as Lola stood opposite her, waiting for the match to begin. More surprising than her quick trip into fantasyland was a slight tingling Jennifer felt within her body, emanating outward from her vagina. Perhaps she had entertained that fantasy a little too much, she thought, noticing an uncomfortable wetness in her bikini bottom. Blushing, Jennifer gave the ref a thumbs up.
Nodding, the ref gave a signal to the commentators as the lights began to flash in a rhythmic pattern atop a low, bassy beat.
"Gentlemen, the time is now! The event you've been waiting for, the season-long rivalry has been building to this!"
The crowd cheered as more and more spectators rushed around the arena to get a good view. The music picked up in intensity.
"Tonight, two lovely ladies will duke it out to settle once and for all; which of them is the best there is?!"
A spotlight flashed, illuminating the two quickly before cutting out as the commentator readied the introductions.
"You know her well, Boys. She's untameable, unstoppable, and she's hotter than holy hell. Gentlemen, please welcome WIIIIIILDFIIIIIIRE!"
The crowd erupted into a chant, shouting Lola's name as the spotlight shone upon her fiery-haired head. Lola smiled, waving and blowing a few kisses to her audience before shaking her shoulders to the beat of the music, her large breasts swaying hypnotically as the crowd ogled the flirtatious beauty, howling with glee at the sexy display.
"And her opponent. With a body built by the gods and wings of an angel, gentlemen, say hello to the Amazonian beauty, THE HARRRRRPYYYYYY!"
Time seemed to slow as the spotlights zeroed in and all the eyes in the room were now solely fixed in her direction. This was the attention she had dreamt about not but moments ago, but their gaze felt uncomfortable upon her like it always had. Still, Jennifer felt odd, as if a voice called to her to take advantage of the spotlight, to try something crazy and win herself an audience like Lola. Without thinking, Jennifer reached for her bikini top, pulling a cup slightly, revealing a perky, hard nipple to the crowd and waved, bouncing up and down slightly. Jennifer was not know for her outwardly outrageous displays of exhibitionism, but to many in the crowd, this was a welcome change. One met with a tremendous round of cheers and applause, shocking not just Lola, but Jennifer herself.
The ref signalled for both girls to enter into the muddy pit, the two of them stepping into the deep sludge, squaring up in the centre. Lola stared Jennifer down, trying to work out what led to such an abrupt behavioural change.
"Didn't know you had it in you, Jenny." Lola chided. Jennifer smirked, shrugging slightly.
"They're gonna fall out anyway, right? Why waste everyone's time?" Jennifer explained casually.
"That's cute. About time you gave a shit but it won't help you. Enjoy your crowd while you can because when I win, I'm takin' em with me." Lola declared smugly as the ref raised their arm to begin the match.
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As soon as the match had started, Lola dug her hand deep into the mud, scooping as much as she could, flinging it towards Jennifer's face, a move that directly violated the DDMWL rules. Jennifer instinctively covered her face in defence, realizing a second too late that this was a mistake as Lola had began charging towards her as soon as her guard went up. Jennifer was strong, sure, but Lola had a mass advantage and as strong as Jennifer was, the momentum of the bigger girl was hard to counter on the slippery footing with such short notice. The two collided, falling backwards into the muddy mess as Lola bowled Jennifer over, sending a spray of mud high into the air. The crowd cheered wildly as Lola sat atop Jennifer, waving to the crowd as the girl beneath her scrambled to gain control. Rolling free of Lola's hold, Jennifer quickly jumped to her feet and began to turn things in her favour, putting some distance between them. Lola swiped and swatted wildly at Jennifer, hoping to land an errant slap or grab at part of her costume to no avail as Jennifer dodged the incoming strikes with ease. Seeing no other option, Lola wound up and began charging towards Jennifer again only this time Jennifer was anticipating it. As soon as Lola came within range, Jennifer expertly grappled her competitor, hoisting the shorter girl into into the air, throwing her backwards with a sloppy Suplex. Lola hit the mud hard, flinging torrents of mud in every direction, the leering crowd cheering uproariously. The two wrestlers were thoroughly coated in the sludgy mess, Jennifer took the break in action to wipe some mud from her face as Lola stood up, ready to continue their brawl. Jennifer readied herself too, noticing a strange feeling washing over her. She felt light headed and dizzy as her skin tingled, her costume seemingly cutting in to her skin.
"What was in that shot?" She asked herself. While not a heavyweight, Jennifer could usually handle her liquor but with no other explanation of her sudden ailments, she concluded the shot must've been to blame. Trying to quell the bizarre feelings that had come over her, Jennifer steeled herself, her eyes fixed upon her opponent. Lola swayed slightly, rocking back and forth as she found her footing and prepared for the ensuing melee, something which surprised Jennifer. In all their matches, no matter how much she drank prior, Lola never seemed to let the intoxication slow her down and yet seemed to be on the verge of falling over. Jennifer considered how to capitalize on this advantage when she caught herself, almost losing her balance as well. The strange feelings had seemed to double in intensity and whatever was going on couldn't have been normal. Her head spinning, Jennifer signalled a dazed time-out to the ref only to be tackled head on by Lola, knocking them both into the pit once more. The two thrashed and rolled in the mess, fighting to stand against each other's body. Jennifer pulled free, skirting backwards as Lola wound up a slap, hoping to hit the taller girl square in the jaw. Jennifer tucked away from the impending blow as Lola's hand hooked into her gold-sequinned bikini top, ripping it off of Jennifer's chest. The crowd exploded, happily cheering at what they had paid to see. Jennifer stood, backing away in exhaustion and confusion, her skin on fire as every inch of her body felt like it was being pulled in every direction.
"LOLA, YOU BITCH! I CALLED A TIME OUT! REF!" Jennifer cried, wading through the pit to the edge of the arena in hopes to climb out. The ref blew a whistle, halting the match as he approached Jennifer, offering her a helping hand out of the muddy mess. She reached her hand out to meet his, pausing. While they were never small, Jennifer's hands seemed to dwarf to referee's. Jennifer had her hands held up by these refs dozens of times as they declared her victories, shaken hands with them numerous times. It was slight, but incredibly noticeable to the tall wrestler. As she examined her hands more closely, Jennifer also noticed that the edge of the pit, once level with her navel, was now slightly below her belly button. Was she hallucinating? What she was seeing couldn't possibly be real, how could it be?
Taking a step back, Jennifer looked around the Jewel, her head spinning as her vision blurred, obscuring the world. She heard the murmur of the impatient crowd and the quick slopping of heavy footfalls through the mud. Jennifer jolted forward, barely catching a glimpse of Lola rushing towards her.
WE'RE DONE WHEN I SAY WE'RE DONE, BITCH!" Lola shouted, wrapping her arms around Jennifer's stomach, tossing the disoriented girl back into the centre of the arena. The murmur of the crowd broke back into sparse cheers as the action seemed to resume. Lola stumbled, sauntering towards her opponent while she too tried to fight off these strange feelings. Her vibrant orange and red two-piece outfit felt like dental floss tightly constricting around her curves as her generous cleavage and thick thighs billowed outward, expanding against the flashy fabric, desperate to burst. Lunging forward, Lola grabbed Jennifer by the hair, another direct violation of the DDMWL rules, and yanked harshly on the long blonde locks. Jennifer flailed madly, landing a wayward kick upon Lola's soft belly, loosening the hold on her hair. Jennifer stepped bank, frantically removing her feathered arm warmers as they tightened on her arm before looking back to Lola. The two stood for a moment, staring at each other.
"Lola, something's wrong." Jennifer said between ragged breaths. Lola, for her part, was not interested. More focused on showing off and winning the match, Lola had little time to care about how either of them were feeling physically.
"Throwing in the towel? Already?! It's no fun to win without earning it, but if you're giving the title to me, whatever." Lola proclaimed.
"What? No, that's not.." Jennifer responded.
"That's not what I mean. Lola, something fucked up is happening to me."
There was a hint of fear in Jennifer's voice as she tried to explain the situation as best she could. Lola, scoffed, taking Jennifer's impassioned plea as another excuse to forfeit the match.
"You tell yourself whatever bullshit you need to, Jenny! You're still a big fucking co-"
SNAP
"-ward..."
Lola grew silent as her top fell away, the bands giving up against the growing might of her tremendous tits that now hung freely. The two wrestlers stood opposite each other, topless, both in utter confusion.
"That's never happened before.." Lola mused, inspecting her shredded garment before noticing something else. A small tear forming along the waistline of her spandex shorts. As if on cue, Jennifer noticed a similar issue with her bikini bottom as the knot holding the bikini together began to strain against the expanse of flesh. The tearing spandex worsened with each passing second as Lola's generous hips and fat thighs rippled outward. Jennifer's bikini bottom held out valiantly but was no match for the toned, growing, Amazonian ass. Almost comically, both girl's remaining garments tore away at the same moment, rendering them both completely naked as they stood in the mud, scores of gawking onlookers hooting and hollering at the display.
"Someone in costumes is getting fired for this." Lola said dryly, placing her hands on her hips, irritated as if she had fallen victim to a practical joke. The crowd continued to cheer with thunderous applause. Although the action seemed to halt again, the show seemed to be quite entertaining. Lola smiled, waving to the rabid crowd.
"Or maybe a raise." She thought.
Jennifer, meanwhile, was beginning to panic. She had been tall her whole life, but wrestling in the lowered pit offered a unique perspective on the world around her, one she became quite familiar with in her many matches at the Jewel, one that was now changing around her slowly, almost imperceptibly. If asked to put into words what was happening, she might say she was getting taller, but that couldn't be possible. And while her view of the world seemed to change, Lola seemed to stay constant, as if the two of them were growing together. The implications of what was happening proved too much for Jennifer to handle. She needed to get out of there and find a way to come down from whatever trip she was having. She began making her way to the edge of the pit once again as the crowd began to boo in unison.
"FUCK OFF! FUCK THIS!" Jennifer yelled, flipping off as much of the crowd as she could see, thoroughly fed up by her wellbeing coming second to her sex appeal, before continuing only to be stopped by Lola once again.
"You don't get to leave without saying goodbye, Jenny!" Lola said, twisting the arm of her competitor and flinging the disoriented girl back into the centre of arena. Remarking at how far Jennifer seemed to travel, Lola did not seem fazed by the subtle transformation the two were undergoing, or perhaps she didn't notice. In her mind, winning the match was the only thing that mattered and a simple wardrobe malfunction wasn't going to get in the way of that.
"Lola, you've got to stop! Something really fucking weird is happening to us. Look around!" Jennifer pleaded, rising out of the mud slowly. Lola smiled dismissively and began to approach, ready for more combat.
"I feel fine, Jenny. Maybe you outta take better care of yourself, hmm? Besides, I want to give you a hug before I leave." Lola exclaimed, rushing full tilt towards the blonde Amazon. Jennifer didn't even try to dodge or counter the incoming attack, feeling too dazed to put up a fight as Lola wrapped her arms around Jennifer's body tightly, squeezing with all her might.
"Fuck.. you.. Lola." Jennifer exclaimed through gritted teeth, struggling against the sheer weight of her opponent, unable to break free of the oppressive bear hug. The audience cheered as the two wrestlers bodies pressed against each other, glistening as the mud cascaded off their naked curves. Lola squeezed harder and harder as Jennifer gasped in pain, feeling her breaths become shallower with each second. The crowd was electric at the sight of this dangerous embrace but slowly, almost one by one, the cheering seemed to die off, replaced with confused chatter. Unsure of what to make of what they were seeing, a few stood up I get a closer look as the two clashing wrestlers seemed to rise up out of the muddy arena as if a platform beneath them was being raised. Jennifer broke free from the hold, dropping to her knees to escape the powerful grasp, dashing for the edge of the 8X8 foot arena, reaching it with only a few steps. Looking up as she readied herself, It was then that Lola noticed.
"Ho-hooooly shit, I think I stood up to fast, the world is falling over." The fiery-haired woman said, holding her head in her hands. Jennifer, her waist now cresting the rim of the arena, felt it too. The tingling, stretching, burning feeling in every inch of her being had been cranked up to even more extreme levels and seemed to be speeding up. Looking back to her opponent, Jennifer watched in horror as Lola's calves surfaced above the mud as she grew. Jennifer looked down, confirming her own fears that she too was outgrowing the mud at the same speed as Lola. Concerned shouts were volleyed around the audience, the referee, not believing his own eyes, blew his whistle again, hoping in vain to try and bring some order back to this insane situation.
"What? No!" Lola barked, stomping her foot like a bratty child in disagreement with the referee's decision.
"I haven't won yet, ref!"
The referee jumped a little as the enormous, seemingly growing woman shouted at him. It was typical of Lola to challenge their authority on a regular basis, but she had never seemed so menacing. The ref backed away, frightened, and after seeing this exchange take place, a few patrons abandoned their seats in fear themselves, much to Lola's disapproval.
"Where the fuck are you going!? You fuckers paid to watch me, you're gonna stay and watch me!" Lola ordered. A few of the fleeing men broke their stride and turned back towards the arena.
"Now where were we? Jenny, come here and let me kick the shit out of you." Lola said plainly, taking two steps towards Jennifer before doubling over in discomfort. As she did, Jennifer felt a surge through her body as well, and if the previous sensations were indicative of a pattern, things were going to pick up again.
"Fuck!" Lola exclaimed, falling to her knees. Jennifer caught herself against the edge of the arena, now feeling her hand swell against the soft matted edge. Lola wrapped her arms around her chest, gripping tightly to mitigate the pain that flowed through her, feeling a peculiar pressure building against her forearms, pulling them away to see that her breasts seemed to swell larger ahead of the rest of her. Not only there, but her ass, hips, anywhere that fat seemed to be stored appeared to be growing as well. Jennifer, unaware of this new development in their bodies, only felt the ripple as her height seemed to increase at a drastic rate. Her eyes darted around the Jewel, looking for something to compare herself to in order to ascertain her height. Seeing the bar, Jennifer estimated she must've been around 7'6"! Lola, a shorter woman, even by Jennifer's standards seemed to be reaching 6'2" with the both of them shooting up an inch every few seconds.
They were growing, fast.
Lola blinked, shaking her head in disbelief as she slowly rose higher and higher at a speed that she could now quantifiably perceive.
"This is unreal." She muttered, blinking as if to try and wake herself from some kind of trance, convinced that the impossibilities that had befallen the pair were merely a dream. She giggled, sloshing over to the edge of the arena to the nearest spectator. The young man, Grant Fowler, watched as the growing woman lumbered towards him leaning against the edge of the arena as she looked at him with a lustful gaze.
"Hey, cutie pie!" Lola teased, laying on a thick, bubbly tone.
"Since this is a dream, your girlfriend doesn't have to know."
Lola blew Grant a kiss and beckoned him past the guard railing into the arena area. Grant, uncomfortable and confused, hesitated in his seat, unsure of what to do.
"Now!" The growing girl boomed, causing the awkward young man to jump out of his seat and sheepishly walk towards her.
"I-I don't have a g-girlfriend, miss." Grant admitted, stuttering nervously.
"Of course, baby." Lola cooed.
"None of the boys that come to see me do." She winked. Grant shuffled closer towards the edge of the pit when suddenly, Lola fell backwards in pain. Jennifer winced too, struggling to stay upright as the now-familiar surge shot through their bodies. In a anguished blend of pleasure and pain, the two girls cried out as they grew even faster. Jennifer, losing her balance, fell backwards out of the muddy pit at a new height of 12'7", shocking herself and the crowd. Lola stood up, now towering above her young prize at a height of 10'4 as she climbed out of the arena towards him. Grant stepped back, frightened as the giant woman crawled on her hands and knees, inching closer with each second as she continued to grow. Tripping, Grant tumbled to the floor, Lola looming over his prone body with a devilish grin on her face.
"You're all mine, dreamboat." Lola purred. Licking her finger as she pressed it against his chest, dragging it gently down between his legs. As uncomfortable as he was, Grant's own biology betrayed him, his cock was standing firmly at attention, much to Lola's delight. Sitting on her knees, Lola began to reach for Grant's belt when Stanley intervened.
"Hey, lady, I think you need to take it easy." The older man declared, feigning as much bravery as he could in the face of the growing woman.
"That's cute, hun, but this is my dream." Lola said, casually brushing Stanley aside as she continued to reach for Grant's pants. The young lab assistant screamed as the colossal hands closed in and his world grew dark, Lola's growing curves occupying his entire view. He closed his eyes, waiting for the worst.
"GET OFF HIM!"
Opening his eyes, Grant saw Jennifer pull Lola away, tossing her across the floor of the bar. Several patrons of the Jewel jumped out of the way as Lola plowed through a few tables, seemingly no worse for wear as she stood, a furious look on her face.
"You're gonna regret that." Lola said gravely. Stanley picked Grant up as the two began making their way to the exit. As Lola began picking up chairs and hurling them at Jennifer, many of the remaining patrons decided that fleeing was also a good idea. Jennifer blocked and dodged the incoming chairs, picking up a table and tossing it in retaliation. Lola caught the table out of the air, dropping it and breaking into a full sprint, rushing into Jennifer with as much malice as the big girl could muster. The two impacted with the floor of the Jewel hard, knocking some bottles of liquor off the shelves behind the bar. Lola perched over Jennifer, dropping her hefty ass onto the blonde giantess's face.
"Nighty night, bitch!" Lola called out mockingly as the firm smack of her ass connected with Jennifer's head. Lola laughed devilishly, shifting her weight to make her victim as uncomfortable as possible. Jennifer fought wildly, smacking her hands against Lola's ass and hips to no avail until she felt another wave of growth about to hit.
The two giantesses stopped, gasping as the ripple over came them yet again, their expanding bodies pushing tables and chairs out of the way as they grew to occupy as much of the room as they could. Jennifer felt her head brushing against the outer wall of the Jewel, Lola's head scraping the rafters 20 feet above, nearly threatening to knock the lights down.
"This is fucking wild." Lola exclaimed, Jennifer still squirming beneath her. The 21 foot blonde thrashed, arms and legs swinging wildly, crashing into tables and chairs with abandon as fleeing patrons ducked away from the unpredictable limbs as they fled. The referee, attempting to guide a few people to safety, was not so lucky. Jennifer's hand hit the man like a Mack truck, sending him flying into a column, a sickening 'crack' accompanying the collision as he slumped over in a heap, dead. For perhaps the first time of the night, this terrible accident made Lola cognizant of how real things were, as if to wake her from the dream she thought she had been having. She saw how dangerous they were becoming. How powerful they were growing.
"Holy shit, Jennifer." Lola said solemnly.
"What did you just do?"
Jennifer, unable to respond against the massive ass that pressed down upon her anyway, simply flailed against her captor more, fully unaware that she had just killed someone with the flick of her wrist. As she wildly moved, a sharp sting shot through her as both woman shuddered. Another wave of growth was on the way. Unable to stop it, the Jennifer Harper and Lola Blaze simply braced for what came next.
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"Sonuva.." José griped as he stumbled back onto the street, his attempts at infiltrating The Jewel's back entrance proving unsuccessful. He was desperate to get back inside and reclaim the Compound by any means, but after being barred from the front and failing to gain entry from the back, he had given up. Slumping down over the curb, he considered calling in a bomb threat, hoping to sneak in during the evacuation. Reaching for his phone, José remembered he had thrown it away, expecting to buy a new on with his ill-gotten gains. He sighed, out of options, quietly thinking to himself until the sound of a calamitous crash shook him upright. Staring wide-eyed, José looked on as a red, 4-door sedan had careened into the light post in front of him, barely missing him. The blinding shine of the headlights obscured his vision for a few moments before he came to a frightening realization. He knew this car. He knew the driver.
"WHERE THE FUCK IS IT, JOSÉ?!" Dr. Beverly Perkins shrieked, loud enough to spook the bouncer that had witnessed the crash. Before José could explain himself, Beverly walked up to him and punched him firmly in the jaw, knocking the chemical engineer to the street once again. She stepped closer, readying another blow when a man ran screaming past them. Then another, and another. Confused, Beverly and José looked to see scores of patrons, bouncers, and scantily clad wrestlers pour out of The Jewel Of The Springs in a panic, some almost climbing over one another to get clear of the building. Just as Grant and Dr. Simmons exited among the crowd, a low rumbling was felt as a large pink mass obstructed the door from within, blocking the exit entirely. The terrified patrons trapped inside scrambled to find a new exit, filing into the kitchen en masse to the bewilderment of the back of house staff. The large fleshy mass rippled, pressing firmly against the entry way before completely busting through to the open air, the door frame posing no challenge for the massive, mud-dirtied foot that had broken through. Beverly stared, wide-eyed and pale as she realized what was happening. She clenched her fist silently as her heart pounded faster than any heart should, the combination of fear, adrenaline, and rage likely to kill any healthy human being.
"José." Beverly said calmly.
"Get in the fucking car."
Before José could speak, a thunderous cracking was heard as the roof of The Jewel bowed outward, giving way to what appeared to be the crown of a giant, fiery-haired head.
"GET IN THE FUCKING CAR." Beverly shrieked, more out of anger than concern for her former colleague's well being. José didn't need to be persuaded, scurrying quickly to the passenger door as Lola Blaze's head crested higher into the late evening sky and Jennifer Harper's tremendous foot continued to plow into the street. The car sputtered, suffering slight damage after the collision with the light post, but nonetheless complied as Beverly threw the sedan into reverse before speeding away from the ensuing disaster.
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