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Inflation Intoxication

Chapter One

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Kagatoion

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Vanessa should never have done it. But she did. She had. She already had her hand through the broken glass window of the storage room, unlocking it from the inside, having already disabled the alarm. And that was hardly something that she would have done if she was not serious about getting what she wanted.

As a student studying science (she hadn't firmed up a major just yet) at college, it was Hawes Hall that housed the science laboratory that interested her the most. She had always been someone who had lost interest easily, always needing something quick and changeable, always in flux, to hold her attention. And that was just where chemical reactions and the like, especially the unpredictable ones that required specific volumes and compounds (though that was breaking it all down very simply for her), came into play. There seemed to be an endless amount to learn, so much that she could discover…

Yet no one could have anticipated just what Vanessa wanted. She was sweet, she passed by with a soft laugh, even though she had made a name for herself in the college with her sharp intelligence, living away from home in the dorms as an adult, of course. It seemed like everyone wanted to be her friend and, well, she was an extrovert – but one that liked her own time too, alone in her room.

Only there could she really let her hair down, putting aside the fact that she was a straight-A college student, someone that was completely and utterly focused on her studies, on her learning. Only there could Vanessa let out her wicked side, moaning loudly in her dorm room, whenever she had the place to herself, working a big, thick toy into her pussy.

There was nothing quite like that, her toes curling, feeling herself being stretched out, working her way through the biggest toys in her collection just because she could. She had found out quite early on in her sexual awakening that she had an absolutely ravenous sexual appetite and that had shot up dramatically in recent months, keen to try out any toy that she could get her hands on, even toying with nipple clamps and e-stim kit. They were not strong enough, in any case, to hurt her, not when she got them from the sex toy shops, so there was nothing to worry about there, but nothing caught her attention for long even then.

Her fantasies, however, were what carried her through pulsing, throbbing orgasm after orgasm, going back to her bed and toys time after time again when she knew she had the entire night to herself. Even if she would be completely wiped out and exhausted come the next morning, it was always worth it, always to let her fantasies of swelling and inflation crawl through her body, making her feel like everything was…bloating.

In a good way. Like getting pumped up, first one limb and then the next blowing up, growing more and more, smashing through buildings and dwarfing even monuments, getting “huge" as she liked to put it. Oh, fuck yes… Even though Vanessa didn't swear aloud, there was no end to the expletives running through her mind when she pleasured herself, her mind running amok as she sourced out one lewd thing after the other to do.

Futanari fantasies were top favourites too – not just wanting to be fucked by one but wanting to have that cock for herself. Vanessa was and had always known that she was a woman, of course – but that was where the distinction in sex lay, at least for her. Others seemed to muddy the lines of that side of things, but that wasn't any of her problem to deal with. She knew what she liked and nothing could make her breath hitch and catch like imagining herself as a giant futa, towering and looming, her thick, throbbing meat spilling more and more cum…

There were too many things for her to go through, in her mind, in a single fuck session, though one strange thing about it all, when it came to Vanessa, was that she was still a virgin. Well, she felt she had taken her physical virginity with her toys, surely, but it was about the connection with another person when she thought about losing her virginity. And she'd just never really thought that it was all that important. With the sheer number of times she could masturbate in a day when she had the privacy and the time to do so, was there anyone that could even keep up with her and her fantasies? When her fantasies were so far out the realm of what she was sure was possible too, could someone else even make her happy in bed?

And that was just why Vanessa had her toys, every last one of them, all to make sure that she was looking after her needs, keeping them clean and well-cared for at all times. The toy chest was locked under her bed, only opened when her roommate was out, yet that was happening less and less frequently those days. It was as if she couldn't get any time to herself, or so it seemed, and her frustrations grew and grew.

Maybe that was what led to her heading into the lab at close to midnight, her lips parting in a smile that revealed a flash of perfect white teeth. She left the light on in the main classroom, set up with lab tables – the kind that you had to either stand at or perch awkwardly on a high stool. They usually tended to be working while standing in there, though all the stools were put away at the side of the classroom, everything neatly stored so that nothing was left out.

The chemicals, however, were in the locked room. Apparently, the window was a special glass that was resistant to heat, in case there was a fire – but it was not resistant to the slam of the fire safety axe that she had found. Vanessa grinned, stepping inside the dark room and flicking on the light to the sizeable storage room with a murmur of contentment, twisted through with excitement.

“Hm… Now, where are you?"

The giggle that leapt to her lips could have been ever so slightly deranged, though Vanessa didn't care. She wasn't so sure that she even would have cared if there had been anyone there to see her, anyone to bear witness to the craziness that was running through her veins at that very moment in time. Every breath that she took felt as if it was a little harder won than the one that came before it, stifling in her chest, licking her lips and finding her mouth lacking in moisture. It was of no matter, not as she swept her gaze around the room, her heart pounding a devious drum in the cage of her chest.

Yet it would not be caged for long… Vanessa did not know just how she knew it would work, that everything was going to finally be as she wanted it to be, to live out her fantasy, but…she did. She felt it in the marrow of her bones, as cliché as that old saying was, shivering as she shifted her weight in her small, petite shoes, with no heel on the bottom. She had wanted to both be nimble and quiet when sneaking into the lab, at least.

But it was quiet and there was no risk to her after disabling the alarm. The storage room was set up with racks and drawers for items that were not dangerous and needed to be easily accessible, though the Bunsen burner storage shelf could have really used having the rubber tubes detangled. At least they weren't hooked up and, therefore, no risk to anyone. Yet beakers were lined up in neat rows in the clear boxes, stacked high too, everything labelled so that someone could grab it easily. No wonder they needed lab assistants with so much kit to get, however, for she couldn't imagine how long it would have taken to set up for a session if she was trying to run her own lab.

Funnily enough, that was never going to end up being a concern of Vanessa's, even though the high-achiever had had high hopes for her life and career beforehand. Some things just paled compared to what her kinky sexual desires wanted, swelling through her with unbridled force.

“Where are you…"

She muttered to herself, barely moving her lips. She had thought that she had heard Sally, the lab assistant, talking about having the last chemical on her list in, but she was not so sure. Flipping open the small notebook that she had tucked into her hand, she perused it once again, taking her time, for there didn't seem to be any rush there, at least not for her. But she had to get the right chemicals, the ones that would fulfil, what she had read online, the mixture for the chemical reaction…

…All to make a growth serum. Only testing it out on herself, of course, would tell whether it was going to give her anything at all like what she had imagined, what she had lusted for and what she had dreamed of. Even if she had not experienced it outside of her imagined fantasies so far, aching deeply to really experience the sensation of her skin bubbling and bloating, filling out as she swelled and grew.

“Mmph…"

It was a tiny groan, no more than that, though it spurred her on, her fingers trembling lightly as she struggled to go through the chemical cabinet, which was made from a solid frame with clear windows in the front so that the clearly marked chemicals in flasks within could be easily seen. It was likely important, for more than one reason, that the right chemicals were retrieved for classes, but Vanessa was caring less and less about her safety at that point.

“Right… Yes! Yes, this is it!"

She had never seen that chemical name before: the last one out of the set that she needed to acquire for her growth serum.

“Ox.. Oxy-carro-fluoride?"

She tried to sound it out, though Vanessa couldn't quite get her tongue around it – and that didn't matter anyway. Not even as she forced down her excitement, all so she could better focus on combining the chemicals, every flask that she needed lined up on a workbench before her, a beaker and powder to “mop" up any spillage there and ready, just in case she needed them. It was a good thing, at least, that her body already knew and remembered the safety motions to go through, or else her arousal may have well got the better of her.

It would work…she hoped. The growth serum that she had been researching had had great effects on doing things like growing frogs to the size of cats and even growing specific limbs, though it had proven difficult for researchers to restrict it to only one part when it was on a living creature. None of the animals had been harmed, but anything injected into a subject's arm, for example, had swiftly spread to the rest of their body, so they had still grown – even if the arm had grown first.

The research that she had been delving into, sometimes with a toy stuffed inside her (hey, she'd take advantage of any privacy she could get to indulge!), had cut off abruptly when they had moved on to human experiments. But where was the harm in making sure that she continued their research, tracking her own way in the scientific community and making great strides?

That was what Vanessa would tell anyone that caught her doing it, after all. It was risky, yes, but science students were, rather often, known for doing risky things, even if they had all the proper safety procedures in place. There would always be an element of risk at play when it came to making discoveries and, at the bare minimum, playing with chemical reactions.

Carefully, she took measurements from the flasks, putting a mask on to protect her from fumes when required. The pipette allowed her to drop in precise amounts, though there were vials and beakers for her to separate out what she needed too, mixing it all together, step by step, in a precise order. Who knew if things wouldn't work if she mixed up one chemical with another?

She couldn't have that. Not as her heard pounded harder and faster and her breath caught in her throat, feeling as if there was something growing there, tightening there. She wanted it all so badly, licking her lips, needing it – in fact, Vanessa needed the growth potion to work more than anything she had ever wanted and craved ever in her life before. It was the crux of her being, what had fuelled her intensity through her studies, what got her through cold, lonely nights and what gave her life the purpose and motivation that others admired her for. Even if they didn't know just where that purpose and motivation actually came from.

They didn't need to know.

“Right… Here…"

She talked softly out loud to herself as she checked the notes that she had copied down, keen to add her own to them. Apparently, just one drop of the serum was more than enough to grow an ant to the size of a horse – when applied with a dropper over the top of the ant, submerging it, however briefly, inside the droplet of growth serum.

It should have been a warning to her, as Vanessa stepped back and surveyed the growth serum, which she had made up in a much bigger batch than she had needed. And maybe that was her fault for selecting a beaker that was quite a bit larger than required – or for starting with so much of the first chemical, which had dictated the amounts for the rest, so she could keep everything in accordance with the recipe.

Perhaps it was a series of bad decisions. It was a good thing that Vanessa didn't care about that.

She didn't care one bit.

And she never would.

The serum in the beaker bubbled faintly and she removed her mask, breathing easily now that the fumes had dissipated, removed from the room by the extractor fan whirring softly up in the top corner of the room. She took a deep breath that filled her lungs, taking note of just how her lungs expanded, filling her ribcage and pushing her ribs out gently, flexing. It was amazing what a body could do… And yet it was going to be even more amazing what her body was going to do with the growth serum.

She grinned, holding up the beaker and tossing her notes aside. With the drumming of her heartbeat racing, seeming to pulse against her eardrums, she didn't even hear the soft thump of it hitting the bench. It wouldn't be needed.

“One drop, huh?" She said, eyeing up the lightly bubbling, softly swishing and sloshing, concoction. “I think a human body can handle more than that, right?"

Of course, it could! And she would be the very first test subject, a pioneer of kink! That part she would keep to herself, of course, but there was a lot more that she could take on, hefting the beaker up between two hands, for it was so large that she could not lift it, full, with just the one hand. Her small hands just didn't want to curl all the way around it, though that was all well and good with the smooth, warming glass of the beaker pressing up against her skin. She'd make do one way or the other, even as the bubbles softened within the serum, the shade finally shifting to a rich, deep blue like the ocean.

She didn't pause. No… All she needed to do was lift the beaker to her lips and part them, chugging the potion as the bitter taste flowed over her tongue, swirling around her mouth and under her tongue. She would have gagged if she was not as keen as she was to get every last drop of it straight down her throat, heart racing fervently. Vanessa would have to find a way to slow her heart rate if she was going to have more fun with the serum, after finding out just how far that beaker's worth got her, though Vanessa didn't know one thing.

She had mixed up that last chemical, the one that she had been waiting on the lab assistant to order in, having slipped the work order into the pile one week. It had been a lot to hope that the lab assistant in charge of ordering supplies would not check that they did actually need that chemical, though all had come right.

So, the chemical was correct, but Vanessa did not know, could not have known, that the amount that she had had added was double what she should have. For there had been an error in the recipe and, without working with anyone or having any connections to the researchers to check with, she was left on her own to suffer the consequences.

Or enjoy them. It depended on how one looked at it.

“Ahhhh…"

She sighed, though made a face as she set the beaker down, drained of every drop. That was a lot, rather a lot, the bitter tang making her want to scrunch up her face and rinse out her mouth with water. The sink was right there, but she was sure there was still a mini fridge in the main classroom that she could grab a bottle of unopened water from, which was a much better option. With everything being so disinfected and clean in the lab, and the storeroom, she didn't want to risk accidentally putting her lips on the long, curved tap as she took a drink directly from it.

“Hm…"

She didn't feel anything, bar her stomach rumbling faintly, protesting at what she had dumped into it without any care or concern whatsoever for what her body wanted out of that moment. She wouldn't throw up, she was sure of that, though something rippled through her, a tightness in her body making her stand up straight just as she was in the process of exiting the storeroom.

Vanessa never got her water.

“Oh…"

Tilting her head from left to right, she tried to adjust her weight, eyes shining, a gleam of saliva on her lips as they parted. Something felt… Yes, she could feel it! Something strange, something unlike anything that she had ever felt before, better even than her wildest, most depraved fantasies! Her stomach churned – though it was not like any sensation that she knew, like something was pushing and bubbling within her, around her organs rather than in any part of her digestive system, as she would have been more familiar.

“Ohhh…" She moaned, letting out the cry without thinking of who could have been near, panting faintly. “Yes… Oh, this is going to be…mmm…so good…"

Yet she could not have anticipated just what was to grow first – or the fact that her transformation, even though she had chugged down the serum and had expected everything to grow in proportion, all at once, was not to be as expected. She cupped her breasts, checking out her body, twisting and turning, though the strange heat in her body pooled between her legs. Was she wet down there? Had she mistaken her arousal for a change in the genetic makeup of her body?

But, no… Vanessa had not been wrong. Not as her crotch swelled, the labia of her pussy filling out and thickening, plumping up as if they were meant to be on the body of a much larger, all over, woman than she was. She tried to breathe deeply and evenly, leaning back against the wall just on the inside of the classroom, the door to the storeroom left open behind her. It was not as if it would have been left all that secure anyway, with the safety pane in it broken, even though she could have gone back and locked it.

It was not something that she had to think about, not as sensation swamped her, everything feeling tight around her hips and between her thighs. Vanessa whimpered and tried to shove her hand down the front of her thigh-length shorts into her underwear, though the thick, bulging swell of her pussy didn't give her any room to work with. The throbbing nub of her clit was not so small anymore either, fat and engorged, pushing its way well out of the little hood that would have covered it before as her shorts and underwear were forced to make way for the shape of her body.

“Ah… Ohhhh, it's… It's really happening!"

She couldn't think about anything else as her heart pounded and her blood sung, her entire body feeling hot and tingly, as if prickles of sensation were racing through the electrified currents of her nervous system. Yet nothing compared to the pooling of wetness between her thighs, the soft folds of her pussy much less like petals as they bulged and swelled, filling out and making a huge, defined camel toe in her shorts. It was only a good thing, she thought belatedly, that she had not worn jeans, for that would have cut in even more and been uncomfortable.

I'm okay with a little discomfort though…

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For her ultimate pleasure, after all. Without thinking about it, her head was falling back, her clit visibly noticeable as she played her fingers over it, the barrier of her shorts and the fabric there stretching tauter and tauter. It was sensitive, too sensitive, and she cried out, losing her sense of reality as her body locked down into sensation, feeling the bulge, the strain of the camel toe up against her shorts and her underwear.

She couldn't even remember what panties she had put on that morning, though they didn't hold up. They were never meant to hold up, not as blistering heat pummelled her body in an orgasm that was stronger than anything she had ever before experienced. It ripped through her as her thighs tightened and clenched, orgasm ripping through her panties and shorts, leaving the back of them intact but the pussy exposed. She gasped, though the din of orgasm, the pounding of her body, swallowed up any outside sound, even though she knew she was making it.

If Vanessa had known that that was only to be her first and weakest orgasm, she would have thought that she had died and gone to heaven right then and there. As it was, in the moment, all she could do was sink a little against the wall, leaning heavily back for balance, her shoulder knocking into a shelf, though she did not care for the award that she bumped off it. She didn't even hear the clattering rattle of it tumbling to the floor, not as one hand shoved between her thighs, her thumb and the side of her hand up against her massively swollen pussy, wetness slickening over her skin and drooling between her fingers.

“Ohhhhhh!"

More was coming, tipping forward, her pussy aching deeply as it swelled to such an extent that she was forced to part her thighs. The pulsating of her clit demanded her complete attention and yet that was not even something she could give it, not even as it grew and pulsed, almost looking like a pseudo-penis with how meaty and swollen it was. Yet the heat had pooled in her buttocks, feeling as if they were being weighed down by something – as if all the weight in her ass was concentrated on the lower side.

It was a strange sensation, even as she parted her lips in a grin, pushing off the wall and stepping into the lab room, barely even seeing what was around her. It was hard to move, every step coming in slow motion, though her transformation was anything but slow.

Her buttocks ballooned out as if they were being inflated with air, the skin stretching and straining, tightening over a part of her body that had absolutely no purpose in being that thick and that full. They pumped out, trembling with every pulse of growth serum that was affecting them, her skin rippling and trembling, the fat within still squashy and soft. She could not tell just how much muscle was in there, whether it was growing in proportion to the immense softness of her buttocks, though that was something that, later, Vanessa could explore.

Her shorts didn't have to keep up with the growth there, allowed a little more stretch and flexibility from where the crotch was already torn through for her pussy. The fabric of her shorts was stretchy – much more so than her breasts, though it could have been the tiny rips that appeared around the hips and right in the centre of the back side of them too that helped them stretch, containing her growing buttocks with as much tenacity as they could manage. They pushed up higher around her hips where the waistband was still clinging on, as if it was going to last all that much longer. The second hand on the clock across the room moved with taunting patience, her transformation happening, completely, in the span of a few seconds, even though it felt like much longer to her.

It was all about the moment as ecstasy clawed and pulled at her, threatening to drag her down, wanting to see her bend and buckle and break, heaving and gasping. Yet she rose, despite the fresh weight of her body dragging her down and back, the billowing inflation of her back end wanting to tip her off balance. It was hard, to be fair, to balance with her buttocks blowing out like that, though it was all worth it, even as they swelled, easily, to the size of exercise balls. They jiggled, fat and round in the back of her shorts, the lower side of her butt cheeks showing with a light tease of pale flesh. They were so big that, if she'd wanted to, she could have easily rocked back and sat on them, bouncing and feeling them squish under her comparatively slighter weight.

“Ohhhhh!"

She tipped forward, panting through an open mouth while her breasts ached, lancing tendrils of strain clawing at them, pulling at her attention. With every beat of her heart, the growth serum acted on them, filling out the front of her T-shirt as the discomfiting sensation of her skin filling out with too much for it to contain tried to demand her attention too. There were too many things wanting her attention, Vanessa's mind leaping from one thing to the next, trying to keep up with it all, from the pull of her T-shirt over her chest to how her bra cut into her back, fighting to keep up with her transformation.

“Mmm… Yes… Give me…more!"

She was lost to her own devious fantasy, red faced and moaning, stray wisps of hair clinging to her face and the nape of her neck, where she had perspired ever so slightly. It was a tiny note, a note that would pale compared to the rest of her changes, taking another heavy step forward as her breasts bulged as much as they could over the neckline of her shirt.

Her clothes held on though, the shirt cutting in under her arms as the material tried its best to stretch, to find some way, any way, to contain her breasts, even if they were never meant to be kept under wraps. She moaned, trying to push her thighs together but finding that impossible with her pussy fat and swollen between them, another throb of exultation rolling through her.

It was as if she was underwater, yet she had no fear of losing her breath, no, not in the slightest. All there was for her was sensation, pounding, aching, driving. It could have come from the natural world or the manmade one, the flesh of her breasts bubbling and rippling faintly as they throbbed, another swell of inflation pumping them up a size. Her nipples were inverted and yet they swelled out against the front of her shirt, easily showing through as they were forced to pop out.

Yet it was not just her breasts that were swelling, her body pumping up in unison, her buttocks bloating out in time with her breasts as her shirt strained more and more. Her hips must have been widening a little too, for the waistband of her shorts grew tighter and tighter, even though she barely even noticed it digging into her soft flesh. Or it could have just been her body trying to match up to the strain of her shorts, her clothes doing an absolutely incredible job of containing her growth, her panties even stretching around her butt while they strove to frame her ass. Spots of redness formed on her skin where there was relief from her body, the pressure of her remaining clothes, tight around her, forcing blood away from those areas and into others.

In a strange way that she had never experienced on such a scale, it left some parts of her body feeling oddly number than others, even though the serum did the work of ensuring that she didn't lose sensation entirely. No… Oh no, there was too much going on for that, her buttocks inflating, the skin smoothly stretched over the devious round of them, which seemed to defy gravity, despite the weight of them. Her breasts pulled more and more against her shirt, fat and bulging, some of the fabric starting to come apart at the seams, though each seam popped individually, painfully slowly.

“Oh… Mmmm…"

She let herself wallow in it, her flesh bulging ostentatiously around her clothes. She'd thought her shirt would have ripped more quickly, but she could not help but trace the outline of one nipple, popping through, despite how they were crushed. Another step came, slow, as if she was trying to get to the centre of the room, though Vanessa didn't know quite where she was going. Nowhere was needed, no, not as her body ached, a rippling, bubbling pain flickering through her, as if she was in a container of soda that was being shaken up.

Would she explode? Every part of her blowing out to ever-increasingly hyper proportions all in one go? Oh, she didn't know, but that thought alone made her want to squeeze her thighs together all the more, to rub that lustfully fat, engorged pussy to orgasm. Yet she could not, groping her tits as her shirt held them back, the fabric pulling up to expose her belly. There was only just enough to cover her breasts, but she was not at all in her right mind as she bore through the pulsing strain, gasping in a cry that was lost in a groan.

Her buttocks pushed back out, balancing her, though they were still the larger part desperate for relief from her shorts and underwear, her breasts contained more fully for the time being. Her bra held on too as another growth spurt hit her and the intense pressure closing in around her torso had her whiting out for a moment as another orgasm piled onto her.

Bliss seared through her body, though the contractions of her pussy, however erratic they were, could not even be her focus at a time like that, her thighs slick with her arousal, practically gushing, though that was purely duet to the size of her pussy. Even the front of her crotch seemed larger and plumper as her passage swelled within her, allowing space for “something" while her body did all it could to respond to the growth serum. She howled, flinging a hand out against one of the work benches – the standing ones that she had spent so much time at during her time at the college so far.

They didn't look anything like familiar to her, not anymore, not as she struggled to walk, more orgasms ripping through her, though her blurry vision still just about carried her to the centre of the room. Every one came with a deeper flare of pleasure than the one that had preceded it, even when she thought that the pleasure could not spike any higher than it had already, breaking through the barrier of all expectations that Vanessa had ever had before.

Nothing that had happened before mattered. Not as her clothes stretched tighter, her buttocks wobbling faintly with every step she managed to take, her pussy swelling too, though the growth of that was harder for her overwhelmed mind to track. The folds of her pussy were not tucked in but thick and pressing down, taking up all the space that her parted thighs would afford them, her clit so big that it almost seemed as if it was protruding deliberately out from the front of her pussy. The back of her hand brushed it as she dropped her arm down, though it was too sensitive, every part of her body aching deeply but none more so than her breasts, pussy and backside.

“Ohhhhh!"

She tried to balance, though the room may as well have been spinning around her as she squeezed between workstations, her backside barely even giving at all to allow her between the big tables. They were solid and fastened into the floor, so it was not even that she could bump and grind them out of the way, even if that would have made a truly terrible scraping noise. White noise roared in her head as she tipped forward into the space between a couple of the workstations, landing on her tits and the swollen bulge of her pussy, not contained by anything.

And then Vanessa didn't know anything, not as she blacked out, lost to ecstasy, the kind of pleasure that didn't even need her to be awake and present for it to roll on without her. Her pussy contracted, new muscles, so much stronger than what she had had before, clenching and pulsing, even though it was not something that she was meant to control. Her body was already beyond her call, even if Vanessa didn't yet know that, orgasm hammering her as her breasts, ass and pussy exploded with growth.

As she blinked back to halfway reality, all she saw was the rise of her breasts straining over the neckline of her shirt, starting to rip, the pain of it digging into her flesh almost something that she could focus on – which said a lot for how it was trying to overcome all the other sensations powering through her. Her backside bloated, larger and larger, far, far past the size of the exercise balls that it had been only less than a minute ago, her transformation progressing at a breathlessly breakneck pace.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh!"

And Vanessa was on board for it, howling out her desire through orgasm after orgasm, a passive player in her own life and inflation, transformation claiming her, completely and utterly. With every throb of the growth serum feeding itself to her erogenous zones, her breasts strained with a creaking squeak of fabric just about to give up and her buttocks bloated, forcing her weight back even more. They grew so large that they practically settled on the floor behind her, squashed between two of the workstations in the lab. As they swelled, they strained against the workstations, her buttocks appearing separated behind her as two big blobs, forcing the base of the workstations from where they fastened to the floor.

She wasn't present in her own reality, not fully conscious but not fully out of it either. Not as her panties strained, her shorts showing tiny splits and rips, though they did not give up entirely. Her top was not much better, splitting under the arms, across the sides, which gave her breasts a little more space to grow forward into, just a little more for the blistering, aching burn of growth to take relief from. She didn't need relief, not as such, not as her bra held fast, the under-wire lengthening as it stretched, though it grew thinner and thinner, the straps of her bra pulling down into her shoulders.

The lab room workstations were meant to stand up to heavy use, but never anything like what her body was about to put them through, the creak and rip of the lab workstations echoing through the room. The mass of her body helped absorb some of the sound but it was a rather “echoey" kind of room, considering the lack of floor coverings or even curtains, having needed to avoid flammable materials as much as possible in there, which made sense.

That left her there, wrapped in a chaotic echo chamber of her own transformation design, sound bouncing back at her as she moaned and groaned and cried out, over and over again. Her breasts bulged, a small rip lengthening more and more in the fabric's front between her tits, the material pulling up so that the base of her tits was slowly exposed, the bra under-wire pulling up too while her breasts sought space to expand into underneath. The pressure was simply exquisite, beyond the realm of anything that she had ever dared imagine could be possible before, her pussy forcing her legs apart even more so that she would have been waddling if she had been able to move at all.

And yet it felt like she was moving, her throat raw with sexual cries, working without the active thought of her waking mind, orgasms pulsating, pounding, penetrating her body better than any sex toy could have done. Her nipples bloated, punching through the fabric with twin holes, her bra still intact beneath – and that was it for her shirt.

“Ohhhhhhh!"

She deep, barely aware groan as her shirt finally gave up, her bra only holding on for a few moments after that. Her ballooning tits were finally free, expanding through the empty air that her torn shirt allowed, swelling out and out and out, easily surpassing the size of her backside, which was still contained by her shorts. Her bra held up, though there were rips and tears, barely clinging on, despite everything else, panting heavily in her state of delirium. She already had to be taking up a good quarter of the entire classroom – and yet she didn't care, couldn't care, not as endless climaxes pummelled her, a slosh of wetness between her thighs and pooling around her feet.

Her shorts could not hold up either, not as the fabric, which had crept its way higher and higher up her buttocks, leaving most of the underside up to the change in direction of their curve, exposed. They had still tried though, so desperately, even as they finally blew out, allowing the explosive mound of her buttocks to take the room even more invitingly. They ripped right up the middle, between each rear cheek, as they bloomed out fully, the flesh softer where it was not contained by the grasp of illicit fabric.

Her bra did its best to hold on, though it had already stretched far past any point that it should have been able to hold her tits, something untoward at work while the fabric grew thinner and thinner. It split down from each nipple as her shorts hung over her still somewhat intact panties, despite the rips growing larger and larger across them, showing more and more slivers of her flesh through it. It was obscene that they had held up for as long as they had so far already, though that was for the best as her body bloomed, buttocks rising, trying to fill more of the room again.

And it had to come, her panties giving an almighty rip as they tore right across the left butt cheek and exploded out, some shreds of fabric flying off. They weren't important, not with her tits barely contained, the under-wire squeaking as her head slumped forward, her ponytail a mess, hair stuck to her forehead and the nape of her neck. Her buttocks were free and that was all that mattered as her bra tried with all its might and, ultimately, failed.

Her bra pinged free, hanging from her shoulders, though it was her breasts that bloomed the most, taking full advantage as they billowed up to her shoulders, hanging down. They were just so…big! And, still, such a word did not seem to at all be able to contain the enormity of them she felt, blocking out her vision more and more as her ass did the same, so thick and so full, bulbous and full-on bashing the workstations out of the way.

Her breasts did the same, allowed out at last to swell free, her nipples knocking a workstation out of the way, the plumbing remaining in the floor spurting and spraying out fresh water. But that was none of her concern, not as her breasts and ass bloated, taking up more and more of the room, a stray chair knocked out of the way where it scraped across the floor, where her swelling tits pushed it.

“Oh, ohhh… Ohhhh!"

Vanessa could not even call words to her lips, not anymore, not as she grunted and groaned, need aching ever so deeply through her it felt like it was not something that she was ever going to be free from. Yet she did not need to be freed, not when she wanted every last delectable drop of growth, bigger and bigger, filling the room as the benches cracked and her buttocks finally rattled up to where all the stools were stacked, forcing the metal of the legs to bend and buckle. Her body was a force of nature itself, a force to be reckoned with, her bloated pussy swollen and pulsing warmly with every beat of her heart, pumping blood into the most sensitive part of her body.

Her cries had little spare space to bounce into, off the walls, as her tits finally came up against the wall, her backside rounding out against the cabinets on the wall, bumping pins off the wall and pinning posters back in place with the warm flesh of her body. She bubbled a half-asleep, giddy laugh, as if she was in a dream that had spiralled hilariously out of control, though it was all real, so very real.

The growth of her body swelled over the workstations that had been ripped from the floor and knocked off, crushing those that dared remains standing with the colossal, still-growing weight of her tits and ass. More and more arousal sloshed around her feet, toes wriggling in the sensible shoes that she had put on early.

Nothing at all seemed sensible about her situation anymore, no, not as she bore up against the wall, her natural body tiny in the midst of a sea of breast flesh and buttocks, towering above her, threatening to come up against the ceiling, Vanessa heaved and panted, aware that her nipples were wet, though her breasts swelled out so far that she could not feel her inverted nipples anymore. Only later would she realise she had added to the mess in the room as she had started lactating too, creamy streams of milk pumping from her tits from all the pressure on them. By the mere presence of her growth alone, they were squeezed and massaged with every growth spurt, filling the room, light fixtures wobbling and sparking off as the swell of her body affected even them.

And then she came up against the wall, straining, her breasts and ass trying to flatten out a bit more, striving to find more and more space to grow into. Yet there was none, not as the pressure increased, as if she was being crushed, though there was only pleasure, hot and prickling, damp with milk and the lightest sheen of sweat. It was hard work growing to such proportions after all!

“Ohhhh, nnnnggggghhhhhh…"

She was not awake, drifting in a state of half-unconsciousness, though that did not matter. Not even as she forced the wall to bow gently, as if it was made up of something far more delicate than brick and plaster. Maybe rubber, something soft and pliable that could be stretched and bulged through, not like a wall at all.

The wall buckled faintly, the paint and plaster splintering and cracking as she bore through, the building itself trying to hold her. In that instance, they had used solid walls for the science labs, so that it could contain any fire or danger in a case of emergency. However, they had never expected someone like Vanessa to be present there, not as she bloated against it, squealing and grunting as lust overcame her, forcing the brickwork to succumb to her might, growing more and more and more, even though the room tried to hold her.

“Nnnngghhhh!"

And then her body, tits first, punched through the wall into another classroom, coming up against the ceiling too as she ripped out the electrics, sparks flying, a water pipe broke and sending a spray of cooling water up her side. She wasn't thinking about that, however, not as orgasm pounded and pounded her, what was left of her shorts nothing more than tubes of fabric around her thighs, clasping her flesh and squeezing it faintly, even if her legs had not grown like her breasts and her ass had. Having her buttocks freed, however, made it a bit easier for her fat pussy to grow, rubbing her thighs against it as she moved, though she was still nowhere near being in control of her own motions.

She blinked a little more, the blurry view of the next classroom coming back into focus – but that was the first time that her active mind was able to take in her growth, how huge her transformation had already taken her.

“Oh… Mmm…"

Vanessa fought for words, her tongue feeling thick and heavy in her mouth, as if even that was too big for her mouth, even though that was just a trick of her mind, swayed by everything that was going on. Her breasts balanced her, even as they wobbled into the next room, allowing her to rest and absorb, if only for a moment, just how big her growth spurts had become.

“I'm… I'm…"

But she couldn't even get out the words, as if she was still, at least partly, blacked not, not really present in the magnitude of her own reality. Her breasts scraped roughly against the rubble and broken brick of the walls that she had smashed through, stray plaster smattering her breasts where it was still crumbling away, though it felt pleasant to her. It was rough, yes, and there was a coarseness to it too, though she leaned into it, moaning as her tits were stimulated.

“Oh, oh… Ohhhh, yes!"

But there was one big problem, even as she leaned back to feel her huge, swollen buttocks rub against the floor in an added touch of stimulation, her heart leaping and pounding and surging. For, even though the growth serum had obviously worked, it had worked too well for a first time!

She couldn't really be stuck in there…could she?

Trying to focus on her predicament rather than her arousal, Vanessa wriggled, shifting her hips back and forth, though she didn't really have the strength in either her legs or the bulk of her torso to move the weight of her tits and ass. They merely jiggled – and she couldn't even be sure that it was her influencing the sway of them at all, for they seemed to have a mind of their own. With so much smooth, rounded flesh just begging for attention, how could they not?

“Unff… Oof…"

She squirmed, though she was effectively immobilised, with was even more intoxicating, her pussy clenching, though the muscles there felt like they were much stronger too. It was just hard for her to pay attention to that part of her body when it was tucked between her legs and hidden by her buttocks and breasts, the sway and jiggle of them trying to demand everything that Vanessa had not even known she had to give.

“Mmm…"

She tried to lurch forward – though that could well have been her undoing as something deep inside her, like the core of her being, shifted. Her eyes widened and she moaned loudly, long and low, as if she was trying to get someone to notice her, as another growth spurt swamped her.

But it was not just her breasts and buttocks – and her pussy too – that grew that time, not as the rumbling roar of the transformations bloomed, her right leg fattening up as new fat and muscle, ligaments and sinew, all laid themselves down.

“Ah!"

She cried out, aroused and intimidated at the same time, though there was nothing she could do, her toes inflating up and “popping" into place with an odd sensation, similar to the feel of bubble wrap – before it popped. Jolting to the left, she didn't know whether to try to balance on her right leg or not, the leg shooting out, the length growing as it matched up to the thicker size of her thighs, although getting a feel for just how big her leg was proved impossible when she couldn't even see it.

No… She was just prey to the growth serum as her torso suddenly swelled too, her back strengthening and her spine lengthening, all so that she could better hold those gargantuan tits, pushing her shoulder blades up and back. It helped support her breasts, but nothing besides increasing her full size to something that could much better support them would help there – and she didn't even know if she was going to make it!

“Oof… No!"

Vanessa squeaked in shock, her head up against the ceiling, scrabbling and pushing for space that was not there for her to take, huffing and panting. Her left arm suddenly grew, bloating out from shoulder to wrist and shooting out longer and longer – longer than her halfway transformed body would have needed! Her fingers and hand remained small, but only for a few heart pounding moments longer, popping up as the fingers stretched, bones crackling as they made way for new flesh and growth.

She moaned, her head spinning. It was too much, so much too much, but there was a lot more coming, her body prickling and aching, as if there was something pressing in on her, though in specific spots. Vanessa let out a throaty whimper that was of a lower tone than what she would have usually made, her other arm catching up as her torso went through another growth spurt again, smooth and flat over the belly and lower abdomen despite her larger size.

“Yes… Bigger!"

It was too difficult not to fall prey to her lust, despite the risk of the situation. The ceiling crackled above her, splintering off plaster in spiderweb-like patterns, another light fixture falling, though it did not crash, for it merely bounced off the jiggling mass of her ass into one remaining corner of the room. As her breasts were shoved more and more into the other classroom, her other leg grew too, finding herself tipped forward onto her knees with her feet kicked out behind her, as if she had ducked down and about to break into a sprint at the starting line of a race. It was uncomfortable at best and her foot slipped through the mess of milk and sexual arousal that had slickened across the floor, a cocktail of lust that she did not have the spare capacity mentally to even pay attention to.

She didn't have to. Not as the ceiling crunched and the chairs and remaining workstations in the room buckled under her immensity, pushing up as much as she was pushing out. An arm shot out, punching a hole straight through the wall, yet Vanessa scraped and scrabbled as her head went through into the upper layer. The science building had a second floor, other than the ground floor where she was currently standing, and she groaned as her body pulsed, the growth spurt, all over, taking hold.

“Oh… Oh, this… It's…"

Words were not her forte, yet she could moan and she could rub her tits, which were still big enough that they gave her an overly exaggerated hourglass figure when she was standing up straight and tall. With her legs filling out with another growth spurt, feeling oddly fat for a heartbeat of a moment as they pumped up and inflated, she was more set to grow, to take on her new height as floor tiles peeled away and smattered from her head, standing up through the second floor of the building.

Carefully, she stood, whimpering as her nipples rubbed against the hole that her head and shoulders had shattered through the ceiling of the first room, hardly even knowing where she was. But she had to go, had to feel it all, had to enjoy the experience to the full.

She didn't even know when she was ever going to get it ever again, after all. She didn't know if she was ever going to get back into the lab to experience it all, to get her hands on those chemicals all over again. So, she, as always, had to enjoy it, had to make the most of it, had to let the rubble graze over her tits and ass, bouncing off her backside as they flowed down into the wreckage of the lab room, as if it was liquid rather than solid.

But that was okay. The moment was there for her and her alone, even as she grappled with her transformation. The room that she had broken into, her breasts rising with her body and bearing up against the floor, making cracks appear and tiles get tilted askew, seemed to be an office-like one with filing cabinets and worktables – probably administration for the classrooms and science sector of the college. Her tits crashed through with a dull crack of the floor giving way above them, coming through as her head spun and she tried to get a hold of her situation.

She tried to lift her arms, to stop herself from growing any further, but the final growth spurt was upon her as she burst through the roof at the very top of the building, tiles scattering everywhere, for the roof was not designed at all to withstand pressure from within – unlike the walls. Her breasts swayed as she stood up into the open air, only her head sticking out of the room and leaving the rest of her huge body inside, her hands scraping quickly at the hole that she had made, scattering wooden beams and tiles from the roof, just to make sure that she had room to grow into.

Yet that was the last growth spurt – at least for the moment, as a sense of “being" settled over her, as if Vanessa was growing heavier and heavier, feeling the weight in her limbs. Everything was in proportion, more or less, swallowing a heady moan as she rubbed her sensitive tits experimentally, still in an hourglass figure but not quite as hyper-focused. It was something that would have been beyond the realm of anything that could have been seen in reality, without surgical intervention or clever padding, but not so great that, if she had been free of the building, she could not walk and move of her own accord.

Of course…they were still oversized, her tits swaying as she rubbed them, teasing her fingers over her inverted nipples and gasping breathily as sensation flooded her, hot and prickling. How could she still be so turned on after all that? It was as if he was going to orgasm again right there and then, her fat, swollen pussy tight between her legs, demanding attention. Even the lick of fresh air sweeping down in a light breeze over her engorged clit made her want to orgasm, rocking her hips lightly, her backside rubbing against one wall, standing off-centre to the classroom that she had originally transformed in.

Her fantasy…finally realised. She took a full breath, the sky cloudy above her, though she didn't get all that long to revel in it, to enjoy the feeling of fullness and inflation that swamped her, power challenging her. The spots on her sides that had felt oddly numb before suddenly grew, flesh blooming and swelling out as if it was made of clay to form two extra pairs of arms – two on each size of her body. The fingers were the last to form as bones clicked into place, oddly disconcerting as she wiggled her fingers and gaped at the limbs that had not been there only a few moments ago.

“Oh, I like this…" She panted, struggling for words and finding, even with such destruction around her, that she had snatched them back, just a little. “I like this very much…"

That was the voice that she had always wanted to use in the seedy depths of her fantasies, when they were all so dark and so kinky that it felt quite as if there was no coming up from light from them ever again. And she would have been okay with that, very okay with it, as long as he got to be in her huge, still hyper form, curvaceous and resounding with sexual fervour.

There was nothing else quite like it, even with the extra limbs, one pair of the extra hands groping into one breast with a mind of their own, the fingers digging into and massaging the soft tit flesh. She moaned, but the new hands pressed the tit up eagerly for her, shoving it up higher and higher until it reached her mouth and she wedged the fat, pert nipple into her mouth.

Vanessa quivered. Even that was more sensitive, lashing it with her tongue in a wet flick, not knowing what else to do. She slid down onto her back, which better allowed gravity to push her breasts towards her head, for they weren't going to stay perfectly straight and still on her chest. It was better also not to have her head sticking out of the building and, even though she had to scrape her way back down through the rubble a little awkwardly, she was glad to be down in the building again, stretching out amongst the wreckage.

“Mmm…."

The hands pushed into her tit more and she suckled keenly on the large nipple, though it was so big that she could barely fit it in her mouth and it kept popping out of her lips. Her head was awash in lust, sweat prickling across her skin in a tingling sheen, moaning around her nipple. She just needed it more, so much more, losing herself in sensation as a second pair of new hands went after her other breast.

They were more interesting, even if it was hard for her to even register that something was out of the ordinary as they toyed with the nipple, pinching it and rubbing it between all four fingers on each hand. They could be a lot rougher with her body than before and, as she gained some control over the extra limbs, Vanessa toyed with herself, experimenting with different pressure, even sliding the flats of those hands back and forth, in opposite directions, against the nipple.

Electric pleasure shot through her, from her nipples to her loins, and she bucked her hips less than helplessly, the need to orgasm all over again snarling at her heels. Her large, rounded buttocks shoved her well up from the ground, even if they were not as ridiculously bulbous as they had been before – there was still a distinct angle where her lower back was pressed up from the ground. Not that she cared as the slightest shift and wiggle sent ripples of pleasure through her body from the grind of her buttocks against the ground, wanting more, craving more, even if she didn't quite know what that “more" was at that time.

All she knew was that she needed it desperately, like she was going to die if she didn't get it. Her bottom teeth roughly grazed her thick nipple and yet she didn't feel any pain, just another rush of pleasure, suckling it all the more fervently into her mouth and closing her lips around it. Her lips were slippery, however, with more than saliva, as she finally took in her milk, drinking it down as she lactated and, quite accurately, nursed from her own tit.

“Mmmmm…"

Vanessa groaned, quieter now that she had something to stuff her mouth full, her heart leaping and doing funny things from the sheer exhilaration of it all. The milk was sweet, though not so sweet that some part of her mind that was not lust-addled could not tell that it was chemically sweet. It was as if there was something more to it and there was an edge of that bitter tang that she had tasted in the chemical concoction that she had chugged so recklessly. Not that Vanessa regretted any of it, of course… It was difficult to regret anything at all when she had been so neatly handed everything that she could have ever wanted.

“Nnggghhhh…"

She drank from her nipple, gulping it all down, rivulets of milk streaming from the corners of her lips, letting herself fade more and more, even if Vanessa didn't know, not right then, what she was doing. She was too caught up in it to care, after all, panting and heaving, doing only what she needed to survive while letting lust consume her. A darkness had lain inside her, something that had fed her illicit, taboo sexual desires for so long and, well…it was high time it came out.

With the transformation thrust upon her, only by herself, there was no going back from that point.

“Nnnggggffff…"

A huffed breath came from her lips as her rogue hands groped and squeezed that other nipple, though the fingers twitched with more and more control. And she was not even surprised as her back arched and those fingers slipped into the nipple, penetrating it from the exterior, driving in deeper and deeper, folding into a smooth cone, all pressed together. Fisting was rarely done with the entire hand clenched into a fist.

“Mmmph!"

Fuck, yes!

_ _

Rowdy exhilaration surged, as if she was at the end of a race and pumping the air for joy – yet she was not, she was only on her back in a room that should have been familiar to her and now was not, pumping her fist in and out of a deliriously large nipple. Electric shocks of pleasure lanced through her and her entire body quivered as if she was going to orgasm, all over again. It was more patient that time, perhaps as she had had so many orgasms already, and she whined around the lewd splattering of milk in her mouth, ignoring the chemical aftertaste that both lingered and grew stronger with every passing second.

Her hand worked its way in and out, dragging against the soft flesh inside her nipple, though there was no pain to be had. In fact, once her transformation had completed, there was no pain at all, as if any edges of paint that could have been present were so swallowed up in divine ecstasy that they may as well have never existed at all. She panted and moaned, rolling her hips up, revelling in the power in her thighs, how much more muscle there was there, even if her focus on her lower half, of course, would have still been on her backside.

When she lowered her hips down, there was that sensual rub of her buttocks on the smooth floor, after all, to contend with. All in a way that had her whining and grinding her buttocks back and forth, sliding into the mess of arousal and milk that had pooled around her, fisting her nipple more and more fervently. A small amount of milk leaked out around her hand as she worked it back and forth, even twisting her arm and wrist to see if that would feel any better, yet another spike of lust lancing through her, yet it did not lactate, with the “stopper" in place, as her other nipple was.

The final pair of hands, however, had something more to do and they had her swollen, engorged clit to deal with, which didn't even look all that much like a clit anymore. Not with her entire pussy swollen and full, her clit fat and so very in need of teasing, even if there was nothing in Vanessa that could have honestly said that she wanted to be teased anymore.

As her groans filled the room and some dim, small part of her tucked away into the back of her mind wondered why no one had realised that something had happened in the lab building yet, she wanted to cum. Again and again, no other word for it, closing her fingers around her clit and jerking it off as she would have done a cock. It was more than big enough for that, though it still looked like a clit and not a cock, rubbing it up and down, the skin pulling and tugging lightly along with the touch of her insistent hand. All Vanessa had to do so she could escalate her pleasure was rub her thighs together ever so slightly too, her swollen pussy squeezing in on itself, her passage clenching at the mere suggestion of her muscles.

“Ohhhhh, yes… Yes… More… Yes, give me more!"

She knew it was a lot, that something had spiralled out of control – and yet not even that rational part of her mind could bring herself to care. Not as she drank from her nipple, moaning through the deluge and spurts of milk as she squeezed and groped her tit too much, though she could swap to the other one if it ever ran dry. There was just so much mess, slopping and drooling all over the place, grunting, heaving, panting heavily, despite her not actually needing air to breathe all that much anymore. Her body would get what it needed, one way or the other.

Her hand jerked in and out of her nipple, choosing not to drink from that one at that time, though it was more of a lustful decision than anything else. Vanessa's body ached for climax and yet she couldn't get there, her normal hands groping her swollen clit, thick like a cock, jerking it off harder and harder and finding that there was no amount of roughness that could push her too far.

“Mmmmmph!"

Her moans rose, still muffled by her own nipple, though there was only so much she could do. As her body had grown, her lust had grown too, swallowing her up and whole as if there was a devouring mouth that was ready to eat the fruits of her lust. Her mind wavered, flitting from one thing to the next, bound in sensation and striving with all its might to take everything in.

Her pussy, however… Now that part of her had received nothing near the due pleasure that she yearned for, all for herself. As her fist slammed in and out of her nipple and she filled her mouth with seductive, dripping milk, she worked a hand between her thighs, groping and squeezing her fat pussy. And yet it seemed to fit perfectly on her body, bigger than it should have been with the thick camel toe shape with the puffy folds and the clit, of course, dominating it all.

Her fingers teased along the edge, but the electric zap of delight that shot through her was nowhere near enough for Vanessa, oh no. No… No, a big girl like her needed more, so much more, and she shoved her fingers greedily by the folds of her sex into her pussy, finding her entrance within, though it was more difficult to locate than it had been before. The drooling wetness led her there and she moaned lustfully, losing herself once more, her fingers playing through the slick mess of her arousal and spreading it around the entrance of her pussy.

“Mmmmph… Nnngghhhh…"

She groaned, her cheeks puffed out with the sheer volume of milk that she was drinking down, feeling it pool lusciously in her belly. Yet the weight of that could not be Vanessa's focus, not even then, not as she pushed her fingers and then her entire hand into her pussy. It swallowed it up easily, even though it was wonderfully tight inside, her sex closing around her hand and pulsing softly, the muscles contracting as if they were trying to milk an imaginary cock of its cum.

Yet there was no cock and no cum – unless her milk could be considered such and her aching clit a pseudo-penis. Oh, how she loved that thought, another throbbing shot of lust arcing through her, pushing her back up from the ground as she rolled her buttocks down into the floor, slipping and sliding a little through the mess of arousal and milk spreading further and further around her.

And then…all that remained was pleasure. The rational part of her mind scurried away into some dark recess where it would not bother her outward displays of pleasure, Vanessa heaving and panting just to get something akin to the normal amount of air into her lungs. Yet the growth serum had given her strength and vitality and stamina unlike anything that she had ever experienced, masturbating furiously as if it was the last time that she would ever feel quite that kind of pleasure in her body.

It was not…and yet it felt like that could have been true. Especially as the lewd, wet sound of her fist grinding in and out of her pussy filled the air, closing her eyes against the wobbling mountain of her breasts, for she preferred to sink into sensation. To enjoy her hugeness, a light breeze filtering in from outside and the roof that she had broken above, although Vanessa would have gone larger still if the opportunity had been offered to her. Bigger and bigger… That was all she had wanted since her sexual awakening, though all the giantess-focused fiction that she had read when she was younger had made more sense a few years later too, despite that being in the realm of adventure and fantasy stories.

She moaned, though she was already lost with nothing else to lose. Her hand worked its way viciously back and forth into her pussy, twisting up against her G-spot, though there was no way for her to be precise when there was such an overload of lust at play. She was nothing more than a creature of desire, not even love, as her six hands worked her over, fingers digging into the flesh of the tit that was being hefted up so that she could drink her fill and more from her nipple. Even then, the milk swelled her stomach a little, feeling deliciously plump and full, as if her belly was rounding out a little more, despite her attention being elsewhere. It would never have matched up to the heft of her tits and ass, however, especially with how they wobbled and swayed with every tiny shift of her body.

Her clit throbbed in her grasp, feeling more than big enough to fill her hand. Vanessa, if she had been in her right mind, would have realised that it was growing even larger than her hand, pulsating with every throb of blood that was forced into it, oversensitive and too thick, even then, for her to close her fingers all the way around it. Her hands, it had to be said, were still on the dainty, petite side after her transformation, though it still sent a quiver of wonderful delight through her.

I'm… I'm amazing…

_ _

Yet her mind could not even hold on to that line of thought for more than a single moment, panting heavily, though the gasps of air that she scooped into her lungs barely even moved her huge tits. Something tensed within her, pulling tighter and tighter, yet she didn't clock onto what was happening, the changes in her body as she broke from her slippery, wet nipple with a gush of milk.

“Agh! Ohhhhhh!"

For a moment, Vanessa moaned openly, her lips wet with milk as it sloshed to the back of her throat and she gulped it all down, not wanting to let a single drop go to waste. Her hands worked furiously, caught up in the moment, massaging her tits and fisting her nipple, driving one hand harder and faster into her now less-than-tight pussy, all when she thought she could not possibly be rougher with herself. And yet her new body held up to every bit of crude abuse that she layered onto herself, finding new spikes of pleasure, ecstasy mounting. It was the kind of ecstasy that would have made her feel as if she was orgasming before, though…she knew then that there were steamier highs to be snatched up.

“Mmmm…"

The hands, acting as if on their own accord, shoved her nipple back into her mouth with a wet pop and she grunted around it, obediently suckling all over again. Her body was her own and yet it didn't quite feel like her own, the curves outside the scope of what she was used to, too much having changed there for her to take it all in during a single night.

No… She needed more time. Even as she rubbed her clit roughly, curling her fingers at a different angle, stroking it up and down, though the pressure of her hand increased more and more. It wasn't enough, none of it was enough, as she trembled right on the brink of orgasm, panting heavily. Her fist disappeared sloppily into her pussy, along with a good portion of her wrist, her pussy soaked and dripping even as it clenched down.

She didn't even realise that it was climax – all she knew was ecstasy. True bliss, washing through her, pulse after pulse, ache after ache, climax coming in waves. Every tremor of climax drove through her as milk spirted viciously from her nipples and her pussy clamped down, her arousal gushing from her cunny as if it had been waiting solely for that moment alone to be released. It squirted and it flowed, flooding the area around her, swimming between the destroyed work desks and rushing as if it was going to stream up the walls, defying gravity.

And she revelled in it, the power in her body, moaning loudly, wriggling back and forth, exulting in every moment. She did not know if she was near the end of her transformation or if she was still in the thick of it, though all that lingered was delight, overwhelming passion for herself, exactly the way she was.

Vanessa moaned, letting her nipple pop free as more and more milk gushed forth, squirting wildly all over the room, mixing with her thick arousal, which was as creamy as cum in that moment. It was a mix of both, truly, her transformation beyond even her comprehension, though perhaps Vanessa would come to understand the extent of it in time.

She whimpered, blinking a little, looking up at the sparking light fixtures, not quite understanding what had happened. All Vanessa knew was that she felt good, so very good, warmth spreading through her in an afterglow that energised her rather than making her feel slow and sleepy, curling and uncurling her toes, even flexing all those new fingers of hers.

Slowly, however, something pressed in on her. As if she was sausage meat being squeezed into the skin and the shape of a sausage, the pressure increased, rumbling around her. All Vanessa had time for was to cry out as she trembled and shrank down and down and down.

“Ahhhh… Noooooo!"

She tried to protest, tried to hold on to her shape, keeping the image of her huge and lustful in her mind – though it did her no good, no good at all. The growth serum only lasted for so long, apparently, and the remnants of her afterglow, as glorious as it had been, were just as short-lived as Vanessa clawed at her own body, pulling her breasts out and trying to hold on to her nipples.

Yet it was coming whether or not she wanted it, shrinking down all the way to her original shape, her height fading first as she was compressed and then her tits. They pulled back into her body, the flesh melting away as if it had never existed, leaving her heaving and panting and red with rage on the ground.

“No… Nooooo – that can't be right!" She howled, scrambling up, naked, amongst the wreckage and launching a kick at nothing. “I don't want this! I don't want any of this!"

She was somewhat in her right mind again, though all she could feel was fury. She had had just a taste of what she'd wanted and then…nothing? Was that all there was for her? Had the growth serum really been that short-lived? She'd not seen anything in the research papers about that!

There was no time for her to spend her fury in a more constructive manner, however, not as the forlorn wail of a siren echoed outside. Her head shot up, glancing at the hole in the ceiling and roof above, wincing.

“Oof…"

She couldn't be caught there naked, despite how she wanted to get her hands back on the chemicals and make more growth serum. Forced to flee, she raced from the lab and skidded around the corners, heading for the back side of the building, which was closest to the dorms, even though she had to scurry in the darkness down the sides of buildings, clinging to the safety of the brickwork.

“Can't believe any of this… Ridiculous…"

Vanessa muttered to herself, the cold lick of the night air caressing her skin, though that was hardly any of her concern, even when there were still bodily fluids marking her. Regardless of anything, she still did not want to be caught, simmering with the afterglow and the fury that she had in the aftermath, having everything that she had lusted for ripped away.

Racing through the bushes, she scraped and scrabbled, trying not to rustle too much, heading back to her room. Luckily for her, the dorm was deserted at such an hour (there had been a “rager" of a party the other night that the dorm attendants hadn't been able to shut down until the early hours, so many were still sleeping off the aftermath of that), allowing her to race her way through.

It was a relief, however, to finally slip back into her dorm room, finding her roommate out (she didn't much care where she was) and the room deserted. Her roommate had been out more and more of late, which suited Vanessa just fine for her kinky pleasures and weird desires, even if she never quite knew when someone was going to head back to the room.

“Oof… Damn it!"

She groaned, exhausted and yet…dissatisfied. As terrific as it had been, beyond her wildest imaginings, there was still something missing. And that was her gorgeous, huge body, her multiple arms… All gone!

Sleep, however, claimed her, all that extra energy seeping from her, dozing and then slipping even deeper.

When morning came, it would all feel just like a dream.

But it was not the end.