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Somewhere in rural Idaho, in a top-secret military bunker, the meteorite was being kept. The object had made landfall outside of the town of Salmon, and had been transported from the scene within twenty-four hours. The Diamond Peak facility had been named for the mountain range beneath which it was located. Few staff members within Diamond Peak had the clearance to be so much as made aware of the meteorite’s existence, much less see it.
A total of eight people within Diamond Peak had been briefed on the object, one of whom was the base’s own commanding officer. Otherwise, a mix of six analysts and soldiers on guard duty monitored the object’s containment. A grand total of one member of the base’s science staff was allowed to run tests on the meteorite.
Olivia held multiple degrees, to include a doctorate, in fields ranging from biology to astrophysics to chemistry. She was within a hermetically-sealed containment unit, in the middle of which was a glass container sitting on a table. Layers upon layers of personal protection equipment covered her body.
“Okay, Doctor, you’re clear to open the container,” a voice over the room’s intercom chimed, “let’s see what exactly hitched a ride on this rock.”
Olivia took her cue, and stepped over to the container; she opened it up and regarded the meteorite carefully. Initial reports following the meteorite’s impact indicated something was moving on its surface. At first glance, she couldn’t see anything other than the extraterrestrial rock. She leaned further over the rock to get a look into one of its many indentations. Something within seemed to move out of sight as soon as her eyes passed over it.
“I think—” Olivia attempted to speak just as something leaped out at her from the container. A viscous pink blob about the size of an apple flew through the air. While it was still mid-flight, alarms began blaring and decontaminants began spraying from nozzles embedded in the chamber’s ceiling. As all those monitoring the chamber began leaving their posts, they couldn’t see that the odd fluid had engulfed her head.
By the time soldiers had posted up around the chamber, Olivia’s entire body had been covered. The substance continued to cover her until it had seeped into her skin through even the slightest gaps in her outfit. A shiver ran through her body, and Olivia was no more. Once the spray had ceased, the intercom chimed once again.
“Doctor! Are you contaminated?” the soldier demanded. The woman’s body, though still standing, had gone limp. There was no longer any outward sign of the pink slime.
“Say something!” another panicked demand. In one motion, the scientist straightened up and turned her masked head in the direction of the intercom.
“Doctor! Olivia!” the voice was audibly worried. At first, she attempted to speak but the protective layers blocked her voice. She took in a loud, heaving breath, bending her torso back somewhat as she did. Words were coming to mind, and though she recognized the name was for the body she’d taken, it no longer fit. Every language that her body had heard or spoken came together at once. She settled on a moniker that was both pronounceable by this species and fitting. She was Zeri, and though it was slow-going she was gaining mastery over her body more with each second.
“…Lasagna?” Zeri’s voice was muffled but still audible.
“Uh…doctor?” the soldier questioned. Meanings began assigning themselves to tone as some of Olivia’s knowledge of human tendencies began to surface.
“Uh…yea—yes! We’re all…” Zeri was struggling, “I mean, I’m fine…here…now. Ho-how are you?”
“Did the…specimen escape?” the soldier’s tone seemed to be relaxing.
“It’s…” Zeri scratched at her visor with a gloved hand, “yeah! It got…it escaped. It…it got into a drain…pipe?”
“Copy. Perform a full decontamination and head to medical for a checkup,” the order was given.
Anything that followed for the next forty-five minutes passed beneath Zeri’s conscious notice. She was reaching the conclusion that the being she had overtaken was a different species than others. Many other beings seemed to be made of organic flesh, though they wore fabric over it. Her own body, however, was apparently only fabric through and through. A few of the taller people, the ones with square jaws holding fancy metal pipes, had the look of a predator waiting to pounce on an invasive lifeform.
Finally, Zeri was set free to ‘change’ out of her ‘equipment.’ These words had meaning but she lacked the context needed to make sense of them. Eventually, she found herself alone in a private chamber with a full-length mirror, sink, shower, towels, and what looked like more fabric. There was also a bin labeled ‘disposal’ just next to the door, which she had locked.
Zeri started to dig into Olivia’s memories in search of what relevance anything in the room held. A brief scene flashed before her eyes; it was like an instructional video on how to take off her layered garments. Disrobing was a struggle that took Zeri many more minutes than it had taken Olivia. She giggled as she found more and more clothing to take off, dumping them onto the ground carelessly.
Finally, Zeri began to spot her smooth, dark skin break through the veil of protective equipment. An excited gasp took in a full, proud breath of relatively fresh air. She regarded herself in the mirror once fully nude. She was a slight woman hardly cresting five feet three inches, and had little in the way of curves. There was a sweaty mop of curly black hair tied into a tight bun.
“This just isn’t going to work for me,” Zeri said to her hair. In the hopes that her form could still be altered, she took in a big breath and shut her mouth and pinched her nose. Then, she exhaled as hard as she could. Every individual strand of her, as if they had a mind of their own, collected to the top of her head. Her hair straightened, began to lighten, and took on a spherical shape. Every inch of her hair, eyebrows included, gradually shifted from black to an unmistakable shade of bubblegum pink. Her hair seemed to smooth out until she looked like a big pink balloon was sitting on her head. She removed her thumb from her mouth to let her lungs refill with air.
“Better…but…” Zeri took in another breath. Just as before, she exhaled with her mouth shut and her nose pinched. Her hair seemed to inflate larger and larger until it seemed it would pop. Then, it burst into a cascade of bright pink, ringlet-curled hair that extended down to her shoulders. She breathed out and her attention was brought to the pert mounds on her chest. Her breasts were a little smaller than her fists, and rather droopy.
“Ooh, these are fun,” Zeri bounced her tits with her hands and giggled. In exploring her body, she felt a new tingling sensation from her crotch. She didn’t bother to retrieve a memory to help explain what was going on. She smiled impishly, and pushed two fingers into her excited pussy; she began massaging herself. A moan forced its way out of her throat as a wave of pleasure ran through her body.
“This…” Zeri withdrew her fingers momentarily, “is really fun!”
With reckless abandon, Zeri experimented with her clit until she brought herself to orgasm. The sudden and explosive spasm shocked her as she cried out in ecstasy; her erotic howl violently echoed through the hallway outside of the chamber. She tried to fish out a memory to help her do that again. A knock came from the other side of the door; she was brought out of basking in the aftershocks of euphoria by the noise.
“Doctor, is everything alright in there?” a man’s voice came through the door. Zeri grimaced, but relented, and took to her feet. A voice suddenly invaded her thoughts; it was both foreign and familiar. She quickly recognized it as her own, or rather, as her body’s voice. It was Olivia, telling her that unusual behavior often invited unwanted interlopers. She was not, however, educated on just what that unusual behavior was supposed to be. She thought that screaming and self-pleasuring might have qualified, but Olivia had gone silent.
“Doctor?” the soldier repeated. Zeri grunted; she was annoyed by the interruption, and didn’t understand why she was answering to somebody else. She threw open the door, still nude and partially covered by her own juices.
“What is it?!” Zeri demanded. The soldier was shocked by the sudden motion and instinctively aimed the rifle at her. She, too, acted on instinct and attempted to grab her assailant. As with her hair earlier, her body seemed to retain a semblance of fluidity. Her skin softened and lightened until it was bright pink. Both arms took the shape of tendrils, and many more followed as her torso extended outward.
A bright pink maw grew over the soldier, and in an instant enveloped him. One of Zeri’s tendrils remembered the rule about unusual behavior, and shut the door once the soldier was pulled in. Her body utterly covered the soldier’s until a layer of pink, gooey flesh had practically vacuum-sealed around his silhouette. Her body began retaking Olivia’s shape as the soldier’s own began to shrink. Everything about the soldier, from his clothing to his weapons, became absorbed into the extraterrestrial woman.
Once the soldier, whose name Zeri suddenly knew was Hugh, had been fully absorbed she felt a little funny. A dozen more rules, all having to do with Diamond Peak’s protocols, layout and chain of command flooded into her mind. Before more could leak in, however, she willed the flow of information to stop.
“No, thank you,” Zeri muttered to the otherwise empty room. While the funny feeling persisted and became an odd tingling, she thought about how to proceed. Just then, the intercom buzzed and released a hideous but mercifully brief alarm.
“All staff in this section are to report to the conference room immediately for an emergency meeting,” a masculine voice firmly stated.
Zeri sighed, chiding herself for knowing that she’d only face more trouble if she stayed back. She decided to get dressed; she picked out black slacks, a lab coat, and a black turtleneck. She tied her hair off into a ponytail and, recalling the way to the conference room thanks to both Hugh and Olivia, made her way.
The conference room had a large, ovular table in the center surrounded by eight chairs. A projector sat on the edge, facing an unfurled projection screen. An older man with a gray mustache and no hair sat at the center chair. Zeri learned, against her will, that his name was George, and he was the base’s commander. All but one seat at the table was occupied; she realized all on her own that the seat had belonged to Hugh.
“Gentlemen, we’ve been compromised,” a middle-aged man with blond hair explained. Neither Olivia nor Hugh had a clue what the man’s name was. Zeri noticed pressure was beginning to build in her abdomen. She instinctively thought it was her body signaling that Hugh’s mass had to go somewhere.
“I was observing the security feed when I saw Hugh go to check in with medical,” the blond went on.
Zeri attempted to appear to be listening attentively; in truth, she was thinking about how her stomach was beginning to push outward. Slowly, so as to not warrant any unwanted attention, she held her hands on her abdomen and pushed inward. Even still, the feeling of pressure continued to rise elsewhere in her body. Her focus drifted from the ongoing lecture to the feeling of her breasts gradually swelling up.
Zeri became keenly aware that the bra she’d reluctantly worn was becoming tighter, too. The growing sensation on her chest was creating the same massaging, arousing feeling as the first time she’d explored her formerly small mounds. Her nipples began to perk up as they brushed against her increasingly-restrictive cups. The familiar feeling of her sex asking for her hands to return caused her to bite her lower lip.
Zeri’s breasts continued fighting against her brassiere as their heft continued to increase. Her turtleneck was a sheer surface that hid any hint of a bosom when she’d first entered the room. With each pliant ounce of breastflesh that poured into her, however, a gradual curve could be seen building under the garment’s surface. Her breasts continued their incredible push outward until they were rising over their container’s cups.
“The evidence all points to the doctor,” the blond’s tone was calm but accusatory. Zeri’s thoughts were still entirely consumed by the sensual feeling of her growing tits; they had just grown to roughly double their original size, and were still swelling.
“Well, Olivia, what do you think of all this?” George interjected. Zeri’s head snapped up, looking around at a room of men all staring at her, as if they were waiting.
“Oh, yes, that's all…” Zeri realized she had no context for the question, “…it’s very interesting!”
Zeri felt the bra painfully constricting on her body, and decided to do something about it. Underneath her turtleneck, her body turned a shade of bright pink and consumed the bra entirely. The sudden influx of mass caused her boobs to push out a full inch all at once.
“Gentlemen, she’s clearly been affected by some kind of alien presence,” the blond continued, “she’s delirious, and look at her hair! It’s pink!”
Having been cued in, Zeri began to realize just what was happening. A few of the other men began muttering to one another and eyeing her suspiciously. She scanned the blond man’s face and committed it to memory.
“I’m…what?” Zeri asked Olivia for something smart to say, “I’m a zombie? An alien? An alien zombie?”
The chatter around the room continued but it seemed to shift. George had leaned back in his chair, scratching his chin thoughtfully.
“So, let me get this straight,” Zeri continued with Olivia’s clever argument, “the organism we found on the meteorite, likely some kind of amoeba, penetrated my protective gear, crawled into my brain, survived decontamination…twice? Then, it turned my hair pink—against my will, I couldn’t have dyed it, or put on a wig—and it…made me kill Hugh? Eat him?”
Conversations slowed as Zeri continued talking; her breasts had continued pushing outward, seemingly with each word. She had straightened herself in the chair and closed her coat around her chest. Despite having tits the size of teddy bears, her coat covered them even as they continued swelling outward.
“Well…” the accuser stammered, “yes! The creature is clearly hostile!”
“And what about you? While you were watching the security feed, who was watching you?” Zeri bridged her fingers together.
With two hands, George began pushing his chair away from the conference table.
“Jim, I think that’s quite enough. I don’t want a witch hunt on my base.” George said as he stood up, “This meeting is adjourned, let’s get back to work, and if anybody actually spots suspicious activity, please report it.”
The attendees began to filter out of the room, the last of whom being Jim—the man who, by rightfully accusing Zeri, had become a priority for her. Once alone, she took a quick appraisal of her bust’s continuing progress. Her boobs were creating a huge impression in the turtleneck, no doubt helped by the sweater’s thick material. Every moment that she felt her nipples gently grazing the fabric made it more difficult to not break down, and start touching herself again.
With another quick sweep, Zeri confirmed she was alone and pulled at the neck to look at her breasts directly. Though they were larger and getting larger, they were sagging against her torso. Whether it was Hugh’s sexual preferences, Olivia’s wishes for her own body, or Zeri’s own desires it mattered not. She took in a deep breath and, as she did, her breasts began rising in defiance of gravity.
Zeri asked both Hugh and Olivia for their opinions on reasonable height and perkiness for her bust. The trio agreed that her inflating tits should ride high and proud on her chest, but still retain enough of a natural droop appropriate for their weight and heft. This caused the sweater-clad curvature of her bust to appear even larger, as if she were smuggling melons the size of her head under her top.
In spite of Zeri feeling her sex demand her attention with renewed ferocity, she knew she had to contain the problem Jim had created. She marched her way out of the conference room and found her way to security, which Hugh told her was just past the electrical room. As her tits became large enough to pass the pencil test with a measuring rod, she found Jim hunched over the security feed again. She slammed the door behind her, causing Jim to spin and face her.
“You!” Jim screeched. Zeri slowly approached, her boobs swelling slightly with each methodical step.
“Me,” Zeri purred as she seductively walked within arm’s reach of her prey. Then, she pulled her turtleneck up and over her head. The action caused her tits to lift up and then swing back down, bouncing and jiggling hypnotically. Jim was so distracted by being flashed that he didn’t notice Zeri continue to advance. His surprise only grew as she pushed herself against him, and then lowered the turtleneck over his head.
A horrified shriek then filled the room, echoing out of the door and into the empty corridor beyond. Zeri’s entire torso shifted as it became bubblegum pink, opened up, and began pulling Jim into her. He did not stop flailing, even as his feet disappeared into her welcoming flesh. Once the process was done, she realized the turtleneck no longer fit. Her belly had grown to contain the adult, remaining smooth but bulbous. She pressed her hands on it and began pushing in.
Just as before, Zeri felt the additional matter shift into her body, but it created increased pressure. Specifically, she felt that her breasts were once again chosen to hold the extra weight. The slight swelling that had yet to cease immediately became an outpour of bubbling, plumping tits. Her chest was visibly pulling the turtleneck away from her body as she continued to swell.
Zeri’s first thought was to leave security, but she didn’t feel that she could go too far. She chose the electrical room, and shut the door behind her. Her sex was in dire need and she was prepared to satisfy that need immediately. The room was filled with electrical switchboards, most of which could obscure her while some were just under waist-height. She prepared to disrobe when the door handle began jiggling.
Time seemed to slow down for Zeri as she considered her situation. Olivia told her that, while slightly bigger tits were one thing, going from relatively small to the size of her head was sure to draw attention. She hugged her arms around her chest, moaning softly due to the increased pressure on her already sensitive nipples. Slowly, her breasts began to push inward until they were only twice as large as she’d started out.
“Oh, doctor,” a soldier said as he entered the room. Zeri felt Jim tell her that this man’s name was Oswald. In addition, she felt pressure begin to build on her waist. She thought ahead and stepped behind one of the shorter switchboards.
“Yes, uhm, Oswald, right?” Zeri asked. Her buttocks began pushing out into her slacks, tightening the fabric.
“That’s right! I heard something around here earlier, have you seen anything?” Oswald was carrying a weapon but it was at his side.
“Oh, uh,” Zeri’s hips pumped outward, “y’know, that’s uhh…why I’m here!” her thighs became thicker with each breath.
“Really?” Oswald relaxed his stance. He swept his eyes about the room, unaware that Zeri’s ass was becoming larger and firmer by the second. Her hips were swelling outward, giving more room for her bottom half to cover. Her slacks were fighting to keep the woman’s swelling thighs contained.
“Find anything?” Oswald asked innocently. Zeri fought against her own body in containing an aroused moan. The panties she was wearing were digging into her buttcheeks and her needy pussy. Her slacks had become a sheer surface against her swelling hips and ripening rear.
“Here, in…this room is really…” Zeri felt her growing thighs grinding against one another, “it’s like…”
“Doctor?” Oswald took a step forward.
Zeri allowed her body to consume her panties which she thought would lower the pressure on her sex. When the pressure instead increased, she felt Olivia tell her that Oswald could provide a solution. She shook off the lab coat, and lifted the turtleneck up and away. Rather than explain, she stepped around the switchboard as her ass nearly broke free of her bottoms. She managed to undo the slacks, revealing an enormous, bouncy expanse of thigh, waist and just a little bit of ass visible from the front.
“Yes, ma’am!” Oswald said enthusiastically. He took to disrobing, left his weapons aside and took Zeri in a lustful embrace. Oswald pushed Zeri up against a taller switchboard, causing her delicious expanse of thigh and buttocks to push outward from the surface. When Zeri felt Oswald enter her, she used what little clarity she had left to thank Olivia for the advice. With each thrust, there was more thigh to grip. She lost control of the direction of her growth, and her bottom half ceased its advance. Instead, her breasts began once again swelling outward, into Oswald’s face.
Through no conscious effort on Zeri’s part, Oswald seemed to be slowing down. Her skin had begun to turn bubblegum pink all on its own. She was beginning to grab onto Oswald with more than just her hands. Their bodies began to truly become one, and though Oswald was sinking into Zeri, she was still rhythmically bucking her hips. When her abrupt lover joined ranks with Olivia, Hugh and Jim, a powerful orgasm ripped through her body. She slid down to the ground, panting and sweating, her head-sized tits jiggling and heaving.
Zeri pushed a few curly locks of her bright pink hair out of her eyes. She began to regain herself just as Oswald’s body was added to the others, whose mass still hadn’t finished spreading throughout her body. She was able to watch her tits swell and expand outward before her very eyes. The intercom then released another ear-piercing chime.
“All hands to the conference room for an emergency meeting,” George’s voice announced. A chorus of voices all told Zeri that she didn’t have time to bask in the afterglow. Jim and Oswald both agreed that another accusation was about to be made given the reduced staff. Olivia seemed certain that, so long as Zeri could hide her developments, that she would be safe. Focusing with all her might, she willed her expanded curves to return to their former size.
Zeri felt her body quaking as she got dressed again; the sheer mass she was trying to contain wouldn’t allow itself to remain unseen for long. Olivia told her something about physics, and conservation of mass. She uneasily made her way to the conference room; Jim spent the time reviewing with her what arguments to expect, in case the disappearances were the basis of the emergency meeting.
Three chairs went unoccupied as Zeri entered the conference room and took her seat. She experienced a brief, but intense, full body shiver.
“Thank you all for coming.” George nodded in Zeri’s direction, “It looks like Jim wasn’t entirely misguided. Both he and Oswald have gone missing.”
The pressure in Zeri’s body was becoming utterly unbearable, bordering on painful. She knew her frame was too small to contain all of the mass. Hugh and Oswald asked if it could be evaporated like water, and Olivia interjected to clarify that the easiest solution was to get a bigger frame. Zeri quietly wished that she could conjure a body big enough to hold everything in.
“Now, I’d like to hear each of you explain to me just where you’ve been since we last met,” George instructed the attendees. Zeri straightened up in her chair so that her neck was more comfortably resting on the back, and she stretched her legs out under the table a big more. Doing so was a cause for concern, however, because she hadn’t consciously moved.
Zeri was sitting across from George, who was maybe a full head taller than her; even in a seated position was still only eye-level with his neck. Her vision began to gradually rise up as she felt her torso stretching up and out. She felt her legs slowly sliding against the fabric of her slacks, and her toes began painfully constricting into the slip-on flats she was wearing.
“Okay, doctor,” George cut in. Zeri shuddered as she became eye-level with the man’s nose. She tried to slouch in her chair to disguise what was happening, and in so doing caused her lengthening legs to reach nearly halfway across the underside of the table.
“Just,” Zeri felt herself continue closing in on George’s height, “I was, um, I was…”
Much as Zeri could feel the room staring at her waiting for an answer, or an admission of guilt, she was having trouble focusing. Her clothing was becoming tight on her body once again. Oswald’s voice suddenly piped up; he recommended an answer that was unconventional, but certain to be safe from reprisal.
“I was having sex with Oswald in the electrical room, sir,” Zeri quoted Oswald’s proposed answer verbatim. A few of the remaining men blushed while others coughed, their eyebrows raised in shock. George, his eyes shut, rubbed the bridge of his nose with an exasperated sigh. Still slouching, Zeri’s vision continued rising until she was looking George directly in the eye.
“So, I take it,” George purposely left his statement open for Zeri to finish it.
“Getting ready,” Zeri blurted out. Her legs grew out until her knees were brushing the table.
“Okay, well,” George tapped his hands on the table, “we’ll discuss disciplinary action tomorrow. Maybe a court marshall…” he drifted off for a moment. Zeri felt her slacks slide up and over her calves.
“That’s quite enough for now. This meeting is adjourned. Try to stay on the lookout, everybody.” George said as he stood up.
Zeri pretended to join the others as they filed out of the room. As soon as she sat up in the chair she realized its back only came up to her shoulders. She had easily eclipsed George’s height, and was still growing. She could feel every part of her body becoming bigger, and her clothes becoming smaller and more painful. The chair began to groan under her increasing weight which encouraged her to stand up to her full height.
Zeri watched in awe as her knees passed the table, and her eyes became level with a light fixture hanging from the ceiling. Part of her desperately wanted to see what would happen if she spread her seemingly unending growth out to her breasts and butt again. She could only imagine what she would look like with those assets combined with her current height.
One of the others called to the meeting chose that moment to reenter the room. Hugh told Zeri that his name was Ramon, and that he had poor reflexes. Ramon regarded the towering doctor before him, whose growing body made her outfit look like it was fitted for a child. Ramon might have been as tall as her shoulders, or her chin if he stood on the tips of his toes.
“Oh, shit!” Ramon exclaimed. Zeri bounded over to him as he tried to escape; her long legs made short work of the room, and he was grabbed before he could leave. With her hand on his shoulder, pink bubblegum spread out from her palm. The substance had soon covered Ramon entirely, giving the distinct appearance of a life-sized sculpture made from melting wax. The shell smoothed out, and became thinner as it withdrew into her body.
The pressure within Zeri’s body increased even further. Her clothing was getting ready to start tearing against her swelling body. She decided to give into her desires, and began focusing on redirecting the mass elsewhere on her body. Her breasts began swelling outward once again, but with no bra to constrict them this time. She took her leave of the room, swaying her hips from side to side as she felt them push out into her slacks. The top of the door frame brushed her head on the way out.
Zeri asked if George was a concern, and all but Ramon agreed to have him dealt with. Ramon raised the concern that if the base’s commanding officer went missing it might not go unnoticed. She walked past the communications room and stopped as a shudder ran through her body. The growing girl balled up her fists and flexed her chest. As she flexed, her tits pushed further out into the turtleneck. She moaned softly as her chest continued gradually ballooning outward; simultaneously, her ass was swelling outward, regaining the ground it had lost earlier. An elated smile overtook her face, and she relaxed her stance. Still, her tits pushed onward, even as she continued on the path to locate George’s office.
Zeri moved to open a door when one of the three remaining members of the project pulled it open himself. As they passed one another, he bumped her arm but kept walking. Without waiting, she grabbed the man by the shoulder with a hand that was still slowly growing with the rest of her. Ramon told her that the man’s name was Peter, and that he was probably reentering to speak with him, because they had planned to do so after everybody had cleared out.
“Excuse me,” Zeri said as her tits gradually swelled to the size of her head, “are you going to apologize?”
“Look, doc,” Peter said just before turning around, “you…”
Zeri watched as Peter seemed to become catatonic; he was making direct eye contact with her breasts. She felt her slacks being drawn taught over her widening hips and swelling haunches.
“Hello?” Zeri folded her arms under her still-expanding tits, “Earth to Peter?”
As Zeri’s tits continued swelling over her arms, Peter’s eyes widened and he went slack-jawed. She had a devilish thought, and pulled the turtleneck over her head; her enormous breasts bounced free. The expanding woman cradled her chest with both arms, swaying them back and forth as they inched outward.
“Well, don’t be shy,” Zeri said coyly. Peter was entranced, and walked forward to take the woman’s breasts in an embrace. He took one of her nipples in his mouth and began suckling. As he did, Zeri’s pink bubblegum began spreading over his face. At no point did Peter attempt to resist, even once his body was covered. Zeri wrapped her arms around him, coaxing the entrapped man into her torso until he had vanished entirely.
Zeri’s generous hips bucked, her ass pushed out until it threatened her slacks’ fabric, and her tits swelled well past her head in size. Something caught her attention in the corner of her eye, leading to some conjecture from Peter and Ramon. In the top corner of the room she saw a camera fixed on her, and there was a flashing red light just under the lens. Jim informed her that meant that the camera was being actively monitored by somebody in security.
The moment that Zeri felt her shoes break against her feet she formed a plan. There was at least one return vent in the room that she knew would be quicker than running. Every voice in her head advised against it; Olivia stated that even if she could compress herself to fit, she’d hardly be able to last long before either crushing herself or destroying the ventilation.
Zeri felt her slacks finally shred off of her body as her thighs and ass continued their advance. All the while, the constant swelling had caused her ever-larger bust to gently sway on her chest. Longer with each step, her luscious legs carried her over to the supply vent. She took a deep breath and shut her eyes. From then on, her vision remained blacked out which left her with only the sense of touch. Cold steel rubbed against her form which shuddered uncomfortably as she traveled through.
Zeri could feel her body returning to Olivia’s shape when she found a vent through which she could escape. She came out of a vent in the ceiling head-first, and fell onto the carpeted floor utterly nude. Much to her surprise she found herself in an enclosed office she’d never seen before. There was a desk nearby, and upon looking up she saw a shocked and confused George sitting behind it.
Zeri stood up, and up, and up, until her head bumped the ceiling. George watched in awe as the formerly petite women’s pendulous breasts, each the size of a pillow, bounced deliciously on her smooth and inviting chest. She could tell he had become enthralled with her endowments, just like Peter, and cupped her tits with her hands. She felt her tits continued swelling outward as she gripped them. Arousal built up from within, spurred by the powerful feeling of dominating two separate people with her nude body. She shivered with excitement as she felt her hips press outward and make room for her thighs to swell in turn.
“D-doctor, I don’t have to tell you this is inappropriate conduct,” George managed to tear his sight away from Zeri’s swelling body.
“We’re well past the code of conduct,” Zeri sauntered her way to George’s desk. She leaned against it, her posterior gently swelling into the edge. The desk meekly whined over the sudden and increasing weight. The commander watched, terrified, as the woman he had realized was definitely not Olivia grew once more. He reached to press a button on his phone but his hand was interrupted by Zeri’s.
“It’s okay,” Zeri felt her legs grow past the desk even while leaning. George attempted to remove his hand from hers. He found a long, pink tendril was connecting their hands together as he pulled away. The tendril grew taught, and then reeled him in as if he were a fish caught on a line. George joined the six others in providing assistance to Zeri’s knowledge of the singular remaining member of Diamond Peak’s meteorite project. His name was Linus, and apparently his job was mostly to help with busy work in support of everybody else’s responsibility.
Zeri had far outgrown the door to George’s room, but found no trouble in simply kicking it open. She hunched her shoulders in order to fit inside the hallway leading out. Her enormous breasts began to eclipse her arms in sheer width, her hips and ass just as wide, and her thighs pressed against each other as she walked. The intercom system chimed, and that same alarm played one last time.
“Anybody out there, please report to the c-conference room for an emergency me-meeting,” Linus’ voice was quivering. Zeri made the long journey toward the conference room, constantly swelling as she did. Every time she passed through a doorway she had to duck lower to get through. Her shoulders would press against the ceiling if she hunched, and her ass knocked over nearly anything it hit due to the swaying motion of her generous, supple hips. By the time the conference room was in sight she was having to crawl on all fours.
Linus was sitting with his back turned to her, facing another entrance with his gun pointed at the door. Zeri felt her breasts swell into the carpet as she crawled, and her hips flared out enough to smack the room’s table. Linus spun around to face the pink-haired giantess and dropped his gun.
“Hi,” Zeri said with a seductive giggle, “you must be Linus. I’ve heard so much about you!”
Linus stuttered and stammered, seemingly on the verge of tears.
“Don’t panic! My name’s Zeri.” she gradually crawled closer to Linus, “Why don’t you stop cowering? It’s over now, okay?”
Zeri’s voice was sweet, and the way her body seemed to be continuously growing seemed inviting. Linus’ will wavered for a moment, and Zeri extended her hand toward him.
“There you go,” Zeri cooed. She pulled Linus toward her, and took him with both hands. Lying back, she spread her still-lengthening legs and began pushing into her stimulated sex. Inserted head-first, he became one with the extraterrestrial giantess not a moment before the entirety of his body was pushed in. The feeling of her body enveloping and accepting the last person who knew of her existence sent her arousal into overdrive. She began moaning in rhythm with each movement her body took to absorb Linus’ full being.
The moments between Linus’ insertion and absorption felt like an eternity. The pulsing, roiling feeling of her pussy weaving him into the fabric of her being caused her to buck and gush. Zeri finally felt her body fully accept the cowering man, and let out an orgasmic shriek that shattered glass. She was exhausted, and let herself rest on the floor. Sleep began to take her, and still, her body continued to swell outward. She dreamt of the remainder of Diamond Peak, and the many more people within that she could consume; she dreamt of absorbing any that stood in her way, and more than anything: she dreamt of growing without end.