It was the kind of day, when the sun heated the city up like a pan on the stove, and the streets would leave burn marks if you didn’t have shoes on. Not a cloud could be spotted above the city on Boston, and down on its street Samantha stood, cooked like chicken in an oven and bored out of her mind. The bus took its time, and all Sam could do was wait until it could bring her further downtown and on with her life. There was books to buy, clothes to shop, cafés to eat at and people to meet up with. Things Sam would much rather spend her time on, than waiting for the bus being almost 10 minutes delayed. Small inconveniences like were all over the city, and on a daily basis too. It annoyed Sam deeply. So much that she sometimes wishes she could tear it all down, and rebuild it with the people who could make things function. HER kind of people…..
After a delay of 11 minutes and 43 seconds, the bus finally arrived. Sam was the fastest of the relieved crows to rush into the bus. She occupied a 2 seat spot, and provokingly placed her legs on the 2nd, gazing mockingly to bystanders. No sweaty peasant was gonna stink up her 15 minutes ride on the bus. A man in a suit with a suitcase stopped up in front of her and gave her a demeaning glance. Sam knew he wanted the seat, but was reluctant to move. She wanted isolation in public, and he wasn’t going to take that from her. In the end she was forced to move out of the way when the driver said that she´d make room or get off. Annoyed, she let the man settle down next to her. She looked out the window, trying to block out the rabbles blabbering as the bus began to drive off.
The man must´ve been behind his schedule. He was rummaging in his seat, checking his phone in his pocket every 30 seconds. It was a bother to Sam, and she feared his careless hands would end up poking her butt in its moves up and down his pockets. Much to her annoyance this happened. Not once, but several times, him grabbing his phone became an excuse for stroking her bottom. The first two times she though it an accident, but the 3rd and 4th time it was clear that his hands were getting closer and firmer.
“What the fuck do you think you´re doing” she said in an angry voice, turning her head to him. He looked back at her in bewilderment, and she couldn´t help to do the same. Before he could answer, Sam made an observation that shocked her slightly. When he sat down she could´ve sworn that he was taller than her. But now, when they were eye level AND eye to eye, she noticed that they seemed equal. Heck, Sam might´ve been half an inch taller than him, she calmed herself by saying it might have been a questing about the leaning difference they hadn’t noticed before. “I’m sorry” he said, knowing what she was referring to. The two sat looked away from each other once again, and the man remained calmer in his seat afterwards. Then suddenly Sam´s felt his shoulders bump into hers. This time neither got to say any words, as both became shocked for the same thing. This time Sam was sure. She WAS taller than him, AND she was taller than her previous observation. A full 3 inches. Was she growing?
The man got up from his seat, and took a step back, pinching his eyes to grasp the odd and sudden change. Meanwhile Sam sat with a confused look on her face. Suddenly she felt small signs of pain where her underwear has been comfortably put on since earlier this morning. The pain grew, just like Sam was, just as she had guessed. She quickly got onto her feet, where it became clear to her that her clothes were not keeping up with her increasing mass. Compared to the frightened man before her, she had not grown a full feet and kept going, all while her clothes showed more and more skin. Her sandals´ straps ripped in two when her feet was out of room. A few scared eyes had noticed her very prevalent change, but it wasn’t until she hit head head on the 7 feet tall buss and let out a loud “OUCH!” before the entire host of passengers became aware. A “Holy fuck” and “What the in the name of….” Could be heard around, but Sam was generally occupied with her decreasing clothes, and her growth, which forced her to bend more and more over, as her height became too much for the bus. 7, 8, 9 feet and still she went up. Soon panic ensued in the bus, and the driver opened the doors for the passengers to flee. At 11 feet, Sam was alone in bus, still enlarging in size. She was distressed at how the clothes bit into her body as she grew, and she required to bend over more and more. At 12 feet, her shorts could no longer handle the stress, and one feet later her panties burst off as well. At 14 feet, her shirt ripped in 2 over her bulging cleavage, which her bra long had given up on containing. At 15 feet, she was required to sit on her knees to fit beneath the roof, but her growth didn’t end. She got bigger and bigger, and when she punched the 20 feet mark, the metal ceiling couldn´t handle the pressure anymore, and Sam´s naked body ripped a hole in the bus´s roof. Confused at the last 5 minutes of her life, Samantha stepped out of the wreckage of a bus, and saw the city from her new, 20 feet tall perspective, quite surprised at her change, and contemplating on how to procede……
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