Carly felt restless and uncomfortable in her sleep, her good dreams were slowly beginning to crumble. It was the usual dream, she ran her own newspaper and was the fair, kind, caring boss lady of the whole company; everyone looked up to her as a pillar of wisdom, hard work, and friendship. She sat at her fancy desk, with her fancy clothes, in her fancy chair, ready to take some important calls; as she reached for the phone, her arm felt very uncomfortable, and she heard an audible rip. She looked down at her figure and saw her clothes beginning to tear - her blouse was ripping at the seams, her shoes were beginning to burst, and her pantyhose-covered underwear peeked out from her ever-shrinking miniskirt. As she felt the constraint of her clothes inscreasing, the chair gave under Carly's increasing weight, and she hit the floor, rump-first, with a hard "THUD!"
"Ow ow ow ow!" Carly cried as she came back to reality. It was the same boring apartment, same boring clothes, same boring...broken chair? Carly looked puzzled for a minute, she wanted to chalk it up to poor woodwork, but it couldn't have been that, she had that same chair for years; Carly inpected the broken mess, finding it odd that the chair's pegs had broken off, and the seating had been cracked down the middle, as if it gave into a large weight. "I haven't been gaining weight, have I?" Carly's investigative journalism was interrupted by the same constriction she felt during her dream, she looked down at her body, squinting to reduce the blur of her vision; her eyes grew wide at what she saw.
Carly's clothes had holes and tears all in them; her shirt had given way to make a hole exposing her cleavage, her jeans had begun to fray at the edges, whilst her zipper and button struggled to stay on, and her shoes were beginning to bust, the pretty pink fabric coming undone from the white rubber in fraying, manic bursts. Carly stood up, feeling wobbly as she rose, trying to get a better grasp of the situation; upon her fully erect posture, Carly noted from across the room, she had surpassed the height of her fridge by a few inches. The reporter girl gasped for air as she watched the difference between her and her fridge slowly dwindle, and she could feel the hard metal of her jeans button dig into her pelvis. After a short while, the button popped off with an audible snap and launched into the sink cupboard, digging itself into the wood; the pressure release caused Carly to crouch, partially in pain and relief, as her zipper came undone and broke away, exposing her blue-and-white striped panties to the air around her. Carly was completely frightened, a couple thoughts ran through her mind, mainly of who to call for help, but all she could manage was a cry of help to no one:
"What's happening to me?!?!"
SHRRRIIIP! Carly could feel her shirt and pants begin to give way faster, splitting from arm and leg-length upwards, exposing more skin. Even at her crouching height, she could feel her head begin to dig into her ceiling, forcing her to sit down as she continued to grow. Carly panicked, she panicked, panicked, and panicked some more; after a short while though, she began to think, she had to use her brain to get out of this situatiom, one way or another, and find a way to make things right again like usual. As Carly slowly breathed, she felt time begin to slow for her, the tearing fabric came less and less frequently, and she felt herself getting bigger and bigger less and less; she was in her journalist's nirvana, where her split-second thinking had always gotten her out of danger.
"Okay girl, calm down! Don't panic! You have to think about this, slowly and carefully." 0.250 seconds. "Okay, this can't be real. This can't be real, but it totally is, so think! Where did this come from?" 0.500 seconds. "Let's see, was it something I ate? No, can't be, I was eating the same ramen as usual. Chemicals in the water? No, I would've heard something about it. Come on Carly, think!" 0.750 seconds. "...Holy crap, it was that laser! 'Calibrated for plants' my butt!" 1.00 seconds, time resumed. "Alright I need to get in contact with them!"
Carly dashed for her phone to reach the lab on speed-dial, she was glad she never deleted any of her interviewees' contact information. As she reached across the table, Carly begun to feel her shoulders break through the fabric of her shirt, and in the short span of time past the feeling, Carly's shirt gave way, keeping connected at her stomach, but exposing her bra to the air around it. Carly tried to dial her phone, but realized her fingers were too big to navigate the menus with the buttons. "Oh no! Not good!" Almost in response to her proclamation, Carly's shoes gave way, and the socks were soon to follow, her toes peeking out through the fabric that ever shrank around her.
Carly felt defeated, but in her gray, vision-impaired eyes lied determination, a burning soul she would claim to have inherited from Jack. Carly shook off her feeling of defeat and thought; she thought and thought and thought, quickly, and effiecienty, before arriving at her answer. "The voice commands!" Carly held her massive thumb down on the button, feeling her shirt finally break apart and her head dig into the ceiling for what felt like forever, before she heard the confirmation beep. "Phone! Please call the Neo Domino Momentum Research Laboratory!" The waiting felt like forever, but the phone soon returned a computerized man's voice.
"Okay. Calling." Success! Carly shifted and pumped her fist, and in that motion, she could feel her jeans come undone. As the dial tone rang, Carly looked down at herself and blushed; she was now a 15-foot mini-giantess in nothing but her underwear, she would be so embarassed if somebody saw her like this. The phone stopped ringing, before a female voice picked up on the other line.
"Hello, welcome to the Neo Domino Momentum Research Laboratory. We're sorry, but we are closed for the day. Our office hours are-"
"WHAT?!" Carly felt a bra strap come undone from her shoulder as she yelled. "What kind of a lab has office hours?!" Another strap. Carly sat in despair for a minute, before she had another idea. "Phone, call Yusei Fudo! Quickly!" Another wait for confirmation, Carly felt her panties dig into her crotch, and she moaned in response, this was hardly the time or place for that feeling, and she didn't want Yusei to think this was some sort of prank. In a swift motion, Carly grabbed her panties and tore them from her crotch, throwing the slightly soaked fabric into her bedroom; her bra came fully undone at this motion, and she was left stark naked and ever expanding in her own apartment. Carly blushed and backed her long, green hair against her window, hoping nobody was peering inside at this scene until this point. The voice returned.
"Okay, calling." The ringing felt like forever, and Carly could feel her heart beating quicker and quicker as she waited, she really hoped she wouldn't get a voice-mail. The ringing stopped, and time felt like it froze.
"Hello, this is Yusei." Carly let out a breath of air and moved her phone close to her face; she only just realized Yusei didn't have a holographic model, and thus, couldn't see her naked - what great luck!
"Hi, Yusei, this is Carly, I uh have a little problem and I really need your help and-"
" Carly, slow down. What is the problem? Where are you right now?"
"No no, it's fine! Where are you right now?"
"At Zora's garage. Do you need me to come to you?"
"NO! No, don't do that, I'll come to you! Make sure the garage's back door is open!"
"Carly, you aren't making any sense. What is the problem?"
"It involves your lab, you see-" Carly's conversation was interrupted as she felt the floor begin to give under her weight, she could feel the dip in the floor begin to sink lower and lower. "Oh crap." A hole to the floors below opened up, and Carly fell through it, falling what felt to her like just a few feet. "Eek!"
"Carly? What's wrong? Carl-" The line cut off, and Carly looked in her palm for the answer; her phone was broken, crushed to pieces by her expanding palm.
"No! Come on! I just bought that new model too!" Carly began to shoot up through the floors of her apartment, going through her place on the 5th floor up to the 6th, the 7th, the 8th, her arms and legs shot into adjacent walls and rooms; she had no way of knowing, but she knew deep down that she was waking everyone up, and they would innevitably see her like this - she only hoped she didn't accidently hurt anyone or worse as she continued to grow. Taller and taller she rose, and Carly closed her eyes shut tightly...
Anyone from the streets could tell something was up as they saw the apartment complex's frontal wall begin to expand outward. Those who watched were treated to seeing a massive arm burst through the walls, and another, followed by a leg, before a 60 foot naked woman burst through the entire building face. Carly opened her eyes, looking around at the scale of everything compared to her in awe, before she finally took notice of the people below her, staring. Eyes wide, mouth curvy, and face beet-red, she slammed her arms into her breasts and crotch to cover her privates and buckled her knees in embarassment, not knowing what to say. Carly felt motion around her, and saw her neighbors in the apartments below shuffling around her, moaning in pain and sleep deprivation and staring up at her. Carly couldn't take the shock anymore; she leapt out of the rubble, turned, and took off down the highway - those in witness heard her loud cry:
"I'M SORRYYYYYY~!!!"
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