Author: [Arcomniflash] Stories~collected

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Day Two - Tuesday

Mel found herself awakened early in the morning by a soft moaning coming from somewhere in the house.  Her eyes flicked open and she frowned, glancing at the clock.  3:45am, the middle of the night.  She got out of bed, dressed only in the night clothes she'd brought with her, and left the room, creeping into the corridor to see if she could discover the source.

Now in the hall, the noises were now easily audible as moans of pleasure rather than pain or anguish, and they were coming from the master bedroom.

Mel blushed.  "Well, she's awfully loud, I thought she was worried about her daughter..."  She whispered to herself.  With a shrug, she returned to her room and got back under the covers, feeling flushed and hot.

She rose again a few hours later, yawning with fatigue and wrapping the sheets around herself so that she could talk with Mrs Knox about using the shower.  When she moved into the corridor a voice spoke.

"G..good morning."  Mel jumped at Heather's sudden, nervous greeting.

"Ah...oh, sorry..Mrs Knox, you scared me." She glanced down for a moment and then turned towards the woman.  "Would it be alright if I use your sho..."  The medium's voice faded when she caught a glimpse of the woman.  "...jeez."

Heather was even larger than she had been last night, having gained a full two inches in height as well as a full cup size in her bust.  Not only had the nightie she was wearing torn down the middle to reveal more of her milky white cleavage, but the lower hem barely covered any of the woman's burgeoning ass.  She was tugging at her clothes, trying to force them to cover more than they could.

"W..wh..what happened to you?"  Mel stammered.

"I..I grew again."  The woman blushed deeply.  "Nothing fits right."

"You really need to see a doctor about these growth spurts, Heather, who knows how it could be affecting your health."

"I'm going to phone the hospital today...maybe I can convince my doctor to come here."  Heather folded her arms, the muscles in them bulging and pressing together.

Staring at the woman for a moment, Mel blinked.  "Well..my assistants will be here today, is there anything you can wear?"

"I'll find something...is there anything I can help you with?"  The large woman retreated towards the master bedroom, casting a glance back at the medium.

"No, don't worry, just leave this to us.  Once we get the equipment set up we'll have a lot better chance of finding out what happened to your daughter.  First though, can I use your shower?"  Mel asked quickly.

"Of course, the bathroom's at the end of the hall..."

As she walked away from the master bedroom, Mel thought she felt the woman's eyes on her, and she didn't raise her head until she got into the guest bedroom and closed the door.  Wiping her face, the medium's hand drifted down towards her own breasts, her fingers lightly brushing over a nipple.  They were stiff with arousal, and she felt a dampness between her legs.  Was she getting hot just from looking at Heather?  She shook her head.

Taking a change of clothes with her, she made her way to the bathroom, and had a quick shower before getting dressed.  Oddly, her clothes felt very snug on her...even tight in some places.  The clasp on her bra fought against her as she tried to close it.

"What the heck?"  She looked at herself in the mirror, but it was hard to see any major differences.  "I haven't grown as well, have I?"  She stared at the reflection.  Her bust did look a little larger...and her rear a little more plump...but she could just be retaining water.  "Nah, can't be..."  She said to the mirror and continued to dress.

A few hours later, Fred and Julia arrived with the equipment.  The two had been Melissa's assistants for around a year now, both of them college film students looking to make some extra cash to pay for their education.  Julia, a slightly overweight girl with dark brown hair in a t-shirt and jeans, was almost the polar opposite of Fred, a fit, lightly muscled young man in a gray shirt and slacks with sandy blonde hair.  The two were an odd pair, with her a few inches shorter than his 5'8" height.  Rather than allow them to see Heather immediately, Mel answered the door when the bell rang.

"Hey boss..."  Fred greeted her with a wry smile when the door opened.  "...find any ghosts?"

Mel smiled and shook her head, leaning in to whisper to him.  "No, of course not, but there's definitely something weird going on here."

"What do you mean?" Julia raised an eyebrow.

"Wait till you see the lady of the house...you'll see what I mean." Mel beckoned the two of them inside.

Fred frowned, something was strange alright...he felt a weird shift in the air as he entered the place, though he couldn't exactly explain what it was.  That and the fact that his boss looked...different somehow.  He glanced at Julia - with the way the girl was staring she had noticed it too.  He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

When the two were introduced to Heather - after some words of caution from Melissa - their jaws dropped.  The woman was taller than Fred, and she was built!  Her arms and legs were thick with curves and her abdomen showed a shallow six-pack.  Her fitness instructor figure was offset by the size of her breasts and hips, however, and it gave her an odd, exotic appearance.

She had found some formerly baggy clothes to wear, some sweatpants and a cotton sweatshirt with a hood.  The sweatshirt didn't cover her stomach though, evidence of her growing height.

"Did you phone your doctor, Mrs. Knox?"  Mel asked as her two assistants took in the built women.

"I did...and I told him I was getting bigger.  He asked me to come to the clinic for a consultation...but...I don't think he believes me..."

"I think you should go, maybe get some fresh air."  The medium put her hand on Heather's shoulder, and the woman flinched.  She glanced down at Mel for a moment, her eyes taking in the mediums slightly tighter clothes and swollen looking breasts.  Swallowing the saliva that had built in her mouth, she lifted Mel's hand away.

"N..no...I'll be alright, Ms. Garland, I don't feel sick.  Also..it's just, if my daughter comes back, I want to be here."

With a slight nod, Mel let the subject drop.  She could always bring it up again if things got any worse...and it wasn't as if the woman looked unhealthy, quite the opposite in fact.

After a brief conversation bringing the two assistants up to speed, Fred volunteered to go and get the equipment from the van, subtly covering his crotch with his hands as he went.  Julia watched his retreating form, while Heather excused herself to brew some tea for everyone.

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Julia whispered to Mel.  "That woman's nuts.  People don't get that big that fast."

"Well, there is the matter of her missing daughter...but mostly I'm interested in why she's growing like that.  I mean, you're right - it isn't normal, and I want to find out why it's happening."  Mel replied, softly.

"Drugs?"  Julia suggested.

Mel shook her head.  "Didn't find any evidence of that, and she looks pretty healthy if it is..."

"You're not a doctor, Mel."  Julia gave her a sardonic look. 

"Well, with her current story she's not going to get any doctors to come here, and she doesn't look keen on leaving.  I think we can look around a bit for clues anyway - if we find out what happened to her daughter it might give her some closure at least."

"Well, whatever, just so long as we aren't doing anything dangerous, something about this place makes me feel weird."  The girl rubbed her arms.

"Yeah, I feel it too...maybe there actually is something paranormal going on here - wouldn't that be amazing?"  Mel grinned at Julia.

"Amazing and unlikely, you mean.  Well, you're the boss.  I just monitor the equipment."

The rest of the day was spent getting the equipment set up - infrared scanners, motion detectors, night vision cameras, even a Geiger counter, all for the purpose of detecting any ghostly activity.  Of course they'd never picked anything up before, but there was a first time for everything.  Julia watched Fred as he worked setting up the heavy electronics - it was sort of an open secret that she had a thing for him, the only one in the dark about it being Fred himself.

When he wasn't working, the guy took every opportunity he could to be in the presence of Mrs Knox.  He found the woman's presence intoxicating - friendly and a little shy, her appearance a combination of buff fitness instructor and model from an adult magazine.  To him it was like a dream come true, and he talked with her often, much to Julia's annoyance.

Melissa spent some time arranging the reading material she'd found in Sasha's room, and preparing some small crystals and materials that she would use in her capacity as a medium, for Heather's benefit.  Oddly, she didn't see much of the woman throughout the day, it was as if the blonde was avoiding her for some reason.  Once everything was set up, she joined her assistants in the hunt for clues.

Time was also set aside for a proper interview with the homeowner, for which both Mel and her two assistants were present.  They took the names of Sasha's friends, in case they needed to be contacted later for comment, and got some more details on the girl's personal history.  The medium also asked about the full length mirror in the room, just in case any previous events had involved it, and it turned out to be something of a family heirloom.

Throughout the whole interview Heather seemed distracted and fidgety, her face growing red just talking with the three of them.  When Julia reached out to pat her on the back, the woman shied away from her hand, causing all three of the interviewers to pause.  Nonetheless, she seemed to calm down a great deal when discussing her daughter specifically, as if it was keeping her mind off something else - Mel guessed that it was in regards to the changes her body was going through.  Once the interview was over, the three reviewed their notes and then went about their other duties.

When night fell, Julia and Fred were offered some sheets and told to sleep in the living room.  Unlike Melissa herself, both elected to sleep in their clothes, and soon everyone bedded down for the night.

-

Julia opened her eyes with a gasp.  Someone was moaning somewhere else in the house - loudly.  That on it's own wouldn't have woken her though, and Fred was still fast asleep on the other side of the room.  She felt constricted, as if her clothes were too small for her, the warmth was suffocating and her sweat was causing any loose articles of clothing to stick to her.  She got up, and with one eye on Fred reached under her shirt to remove her bra.

The moment the snap at the back popped open she was instantly able to breathe properly again and relief washed over her.  Slipping out of the room, she headed to the downstairs bathroom to check herself out.

She heard the chorus of moans coming from upstairs, and went up to check on Mel.  Once on the landing, she could pick out the voices of both the owner of the house and her boss.  Pausing in front of the guest bedroom, she knocked lightly on the door.   When the groaning continued she knocked a bit harder.

"Mel?  Mel!? Are you okay in there?"  She said in a hushed tone.  "I'm coming in!"

The door wasn't locked, so she opened it and stepped inside, closing it behind her.  When she saw her boss, her eyes widened.  Mel was lying on the bed with her back arched and both hands on her crotch.  The medium's nightgown was pulled up to her waist, and she fervently stroked her pussy, digging her hands into her panties.

More shocking though, was that Julia could swear that Mel was growing larger, ever so slowly.  With each passing moment her outstretched legs increased in both girth and length, and her breasts swelled a little larger, taking up more of the nightgown.  It wasn't just size though, she was gaining a little definition in her limbs, and what was visible of her stomach showed the grooves of a shallow six pack.

Julia reached under her shirt, groping her breast as she watched her boss' figure transform into one she herself had always dreamed of having.  When her fingers traced across her stomach, she blinked.  Something was odd...the layer of pudge that had coated her abdomen was just...gone.

Her other hand wound its way downwards, snaking into her tight jeans and lifting the band of her panties.  The girl felt her pussy, stroking the clit for a moment before plunging two fingers into her snatch.  As she pumped them in and out, she slumped to the ground, lost in euphoria, her moans joining Melissa's.

Something was building within her, both in her chest and in her belly.  The girl's heart beat faster and her juices slipped out between her fingers, coating her panties.  Then she came, an explosion of consciousness that left her sprawled out on the floor.  Her quick gasps slowed and she drifted off to sleep, undeterred by the hard floor.

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Day 3 - Wednesday

"Julia!" The word was accompanied by someone prodding her in the side.  She stirred, the light hurting her eyes and her face a little numb from having slept on such a hard surface.  "Wha...Mel?"

Her boss was standing above her with her hands on her hips.  "What the heck are you doing in here?"

Quickly coming to her sense, Julia groggily rose to her feet.  The night before was a blur, and she couldn't remember quite how she got here.  "Boss?  I...what happened last night?"

"I don't know...but...well...why don't you take a look at yourself?"

For a moment, Julia wondered what the medium meant, but then her eyes drifted down, falling upon two large mounds of flesh held in check by her thin t-shirt.  With a gasp she pressed them down to check out the rest of her body.  The sleeves of the shirt were tight around her arms, and her thighs filled her jeans.

"Wow...how in the hell?"  She ran a hand across her abs...she had the beginnings of a six pack!  She wasn't fat anymore!  It was like some kind of miracle.

"Yeah, it's happening to me too...look at this."

The older woman had definite muscles now, more at home on the cover of a fitness magazine than the occult ones she usually featured in.  Not only that, but her breasts were big.  Really big.  They weren't as large as Mrs. Knox' had been yesterday, but they were certainly in the E cup range.

"Seems like just being in this house is transforming us."  Mel continued, and she seemed to wrestle with her thoughts for a moment before breaking into a smile.  "This is definitely evidence of supernatural phenomena!"

"Amazing..."  Julia breathed, her hands exploring her new curves.  "...what's the plan?  We're going to get to the bottom of this, right?" 

"Of course we are!" Her boss replied, raising her fist in excitement.  "...We're staying here until this is finished.  We've got to be the first ones to show this on TV!  Get Fred in here...I want this all on camera!"

Julia immediately stood to attention and turned, darting out of the room and into the corridor with surprising speed.  Mel lowered her hand and clutched at her breasts.  "This is worth it for all kinds of reasons..."

-

Staring at Fred's snoring form, Julia smiled a little, though it quickly faded.  The guy was lying on his back with one hand scratching his stomach.  "Fred!  Wake up!"

"Just...five more minutes..."  The sleeping young man replied, his voice sounding groggy.

Julia rolled her eyes.  "Come on Fred, get up!" She raised her voice this time.

Fred sat bolt upright.  "Wha...!?  What's happening?"  His eyes were wide and wild.

"Come on, something's happening...get your camera."  The other assistant said quickly, her hands on her hips.

"Geez, Jules...I'm coming, relax."  Rubbing at his eyes he picked up his camera and slung it over his shoulder before staring at the girl, something was weird.  "Hey...Julia...are you...taller?"  He glanced down to make sure she wasn't wearing platform shoes.

Now that he was standing, she could see it was well - she was able to stare him straight in the eye.  "Not just taller..." Julia said,  "....look, I'm thin!"  She turned around for him, and he raised an eyebrow, his eyes drinking in her fuller bust and slim waist.

"Holy shit, Julia....what happened?"  He wouldn't even have called her overly thin...she definitely had some muscle on her.

"I don't know but...it's happening to all of us.  Well...Mrs. Knox, Mel and I anyway...you look pretty much the same...."  She grinned at him.

The moment was cut short when a soft cry echoed through the house, causing the both of them to freeze for a moment, before glancing in the direction of the noise and hurrying out into the corridor.

Mel was standing there, banging on the door to the master bedroom.  "Mrs. Knox!  Are you alright in there?"

Fred couldn't help but notice how athletic and built his boss looked, particularly since she hadn't changed out of her nightgown yet.  He found himself gazing listlessly at her ass until Julia swatted him in the chest. 

"What's going on, Mel?"  Julia said.

"I don't know, Mrs. Knox screamed....are you okay in there, Mrs. Knox."  Mel shouted through the door.

After a moment, a soft voice came back.  "I'm okay...I just...come in..."  The door opened a crack.  "Just you, though...."

The dark haired medium opened the door slowly and stepped inside, closing it behind her.  The room was darkened, with the curtains drawn over the windows.  Heather was sitting on the bed, bundled up in blankets.  She looked alright, but then again only her head was visible.

"We heard you cry out...what happened?"  Mel asked in a low voice.

"There was something...something in the mirror.  It was big..."  The woman on the bed responded shakily.

Looking at the mirror, Mel could only see her own reflection.  When she caught sight of how well developed her body was, she couldn't help but subtly pose.  She smiled briefly, but was sure to hide it when she turned around.

"Hmm, I don't see anything in there..."

"Are you sure?" 

"I don't feel the presence of anything there now.  What did it look like to you?"

"It was some kind of figure, much bigger than I was...it put its hand on the mirror."  Heather's voice quivered again, and she drew the covers around her.  "Why is this happening to me..to my family?"

"It's okay, Mrs. Knox.  We'll figure this out...are you okay?  Did you grow anymore?"  Mel stepped a little closer to her.

The woman moved a little, turning and swinging her legs around to sit on the edge of the bed.  When she stood, she loomed.  Mel had to take a step back.  Heather had become an amazon overnight, standing nearly a full head taller than Mel herself, with cut muscles covering her broader body.  She was larger than the medium in every way, her breasts now each the size of a cantaloupe.  The remanents of her night clothes lay across her shoulders, she had simply outgrown them, and now her modesty was hidden only by the blanket she held over herself.

"Yes..." she said quietly.  Mel could hardly find the words to respond - forget fitness model, this woman looked like an unnaturally busty bodybuilder.  More to the point, whatever was affecting Heather was also affecting her and Julia, would they end up like that too?  It was an intriguing thought, and the bigger they got the less refutable this was as evidence of the supernatural.

Heather looked Mel up and down, as if sizing her up.  The sight of the medium in her night clothes caused the woman to blush and step back.

Mel gasped, "Woah...um, wow.  Are you sure it wasn't you in the mirror?  You might not have recognised yourself..."

"No...it wasn't me.."  Heather replied, an twinge of irritation in her voice, mostly at herself.  "...it was much bigger than I am, and I could see my own reflection behind it.   It was taller than the mirror, so I couldn't even see all of it."

"Well, whatever it was is gone now...and don't worry, we'll find something for you to wear.  Julia's pretty good with a needle and thread, do you have those somewhere?"  The medium asked.

It took about an hour, with Julia being invited into the room, leaving Fred out in the corridor.  Once she was pointed in the direction of some sewing tools, the assistant began making adjustments to Heather's clothes, letting them out as much as possible in order to accommodate her bulkier figure.

"That's about all I can do."  The girl said, closing the small kit and inspecting her work.  "It shows a lot more skin but I only had so much fabric to work with.  If you get any bigger we might have to start cannibalizing your other clothes."

"Thank you..."  Heather said, turning around and flexing her newly developed muscles a little to make sure she wouldn't just immediately tear through the modified sweater and skirt.

Mel massaged her temples.  "This is all very strange, I've never heard about spirits affecting people's bodies in this way..." ...in movies and books at least, she mentally added.

"Don't worry about me."  Heather rubbed her arm.  "My daughter is still missing, if there's anything I can do to help, let me know, otherwise..."

"Of course, we've got lots of work to do today, we'd best get on with it."  Julia said with a nervous smile, dragging Mel out into the corridor.

Once the two were out of the room, they met Fred, who had been waiting patiently for them.  He was a little red in the face, and was wearing a guilty look - probably because he'd been listening at the door.  As transparent as he was, Julia chose to ignore it.

"Mel...did you see Mrs Knox?"

"I don't think I could have missed her, Julia."  Mel raised an eyebrow at the girl.

"She's huge!  I don't mind being fitter like this, a little muscle is okay too...but just how big are we going to get here?"  Julia said, leaning against a wall.

"I don't know...it can't be that much bigger, surely.  We can't just walk away from this, it's proof that the supernatural exists.  If we bring in someone else it'll be out of our hands, but if we document it, or better yet help Mrs Knox somehow...we could be world famous!"

"...well..okay, I suppose you have a point there...but..."

"Isn't it exciting?  I was thinking we could go through those books that were in the daughter's room...there might be some clues in there.  Otherwise, we can check the footage on the cameras in her room from last night and see if they picked up anything.  I'd like to set some up in Mrs. Knox' room as well, she said she saw something in the mirror."  Mel replied, talking over the girl.  Julia sighed, defeated, and glanced at Fred, who seemed eager to cut in.

"I've got a couple more cameras in my car, lemme go get them."  He scratched the back of his head, walking to the stairs and heading down to the first floor.

"Will the shops be open yet?  What time is it anyway?"  Julia asked, glancing around for a clock.

"When I got up my watch said it was around 9:35am...so it should be nearly 11 now, they should be open."  Her boss point at the door to the guest room, her watch still on the nightstand.

"Wait..."  Julia paused, looking confused.  "...11am?  Shouldn't it be light out already?"

Stepping back into the guest room, the girl walked towards the window.  The curtains were drawn, but not a sliver of light escaped them, the room was only lit by the artificial light on the ceiling.  With a frown she drew the curtains aside, then stepped back, clutching a hand over her mouth.

"Holy shit..."  She stared at the window.  "...Mel, you gotta see this..."

Mel walked into the room and gasped at what she saw.  The window was completely black - at first she thought someone might have painted over it, but the more she looked, the more she realized that it was as clear as before, but that it now only showed an inky darkness beyond.

"What on Earth is this?"  She said softly, walking up and pressing her hand against the window pane.  "I can't see anything out there."

Then they heard Fred's voice downstairs.  "Guys, the key isn't working on the front door lock...I think it's stuck, do you know where the one for the back door is?"

-

"So what do we know?"  Mel asked her two assistants, sitting in the large comfy chair in the living room with her legs crossed.  Fred and Julia sat on the sofa across from her, with Fred eyeing her muscular legs.  Julia nudged him and he twitched.

"Sorry...I tried all the doors and windows and I can't open any of them."  He pointed at the window to the living room.  "When I tried force, there was no give at all...that window wasn't even cracked by the chair I broke on it.  The landline is dead, the internet is down, and we're getting no signal on any of the cellphones in the house.  We still have electricity though...somehow."

"And..."  Julia continued.  "...we're still growing.  I think it's even faster than before too, my muscles weren't nearly this pronounced a few hours ago..."  She flexed a bicep to illustrate her point, and it rose half an inch higher than it had just an hour prior.  The fabric on the shoulder of her t-shirt tore a little, and she tutted at it. 

Fred seemed fascinated by this, since both the women were now almost as muscular as he was, perhaps more so give the different shape of their frames.  They were certainly more cut than him, with clear separation between each bulging sinew.  Before Mel was like a fitness model, now she was an off-season bodybuilder, and Julia was nearly as big.

His boss had popped the top two buttons from her blouse in an effort to give her burgeoning bust a little more room, and Julia's ass was trying to escape her jeans, giving how strained they were.

"Well, that aside, we still need to find away out of here, so I think we should keep looking for a way out."  The medium muttered.  "Hopefully we'll hit the limit of this growth spurt soon enough." 

Julia folded her arms, causing a few more tears in her top.  "Well, I'm going to look for some more fabric, just in case we need it.  I think Mrs. Knox would be more than willing to donate some of her old clothes, there's no way she'd fit into them now anyway.  Heh, you guys are just lucky I used to cospla..."  Realizing what she'd said, she blushed, "...um...uh...you didn't hear that."

Heather was sitting on her bed upstairs, away from the others.  She felt a little embarrassed about her current appearance, since her muscles were progressively and visibly swelling.  Perhaps it was just her imagination, but it was as if they grew even when she just flexed them.  Now she was about the same rough size as a female heavyweight bodybuilder, with 17" biceps and enormous thighs. 

However, unlike them, her breasts had continued gaining fatty tissue as well, putting her in the G-Cup range.  The didn't look so big on her broad, 6'3" amazonian body, but she dwarfed the other women in the house.  The clothes Julia had modified for her an hour ago were already badly torn - she didn't know how long they would last.

Throughout the rest of the day, she tried to strain her body as little as possible, just sitting in one place and making tea or simple food for the medium and her assistants whenever they needed it.  She seemed reluctant to let anyone touch her, especially Mel, whom she stayed clear of.  However, she did let Julia measure her every so often, so that the girl knew how much material she'd need to repair the woman's clothes.  It was a shame that Heather had thrown out the only sewing machine a long time ago.

Mel sat down and read the books she'd found in Sasha's room, discovering the girl's diary.  The others books were texts or notes on witchcraft, and they were a little difficult to grasp without the internet to look up some of the terms.

Fred hooked up the hard drives from the cameras to the TV in the living room, and poured through hours of unchanging footage of the living room, and of the daughter's bedroom.  He sighed, it was grueling work and his mind wandered often, especially since every time he looked over his shoulder, the girls were visibly larger than before.  The only interesting bit of footage showed Julia unhooking her bra and then going upstairs, and when he brought it up she claimed not to remember doing so. 

Julia was kept busy working on the rips and tears that kept appearing in clothes, cutting up some of Heather's old clothing and using the fabric to make repairs.  She also kept an eye on the various machines that were set up in the living room, including the infrared sensor and the Geiger counter.  They gave her no valuable data whatsoever, but she had to keep checking just in case.  She devoted a little of her time to teasing Fred, given his attraction to her and the other two women.  She didn't mind the attention, but she would rather he focused on her.

That evening, all of the women stood over 6' tall, with Heather being the tallest at 6' 6".  They tried to downplay this as much as possible, continuing with their respective tasks and trying not to mention the discomfort their clothes were giving them.  As he sat in front of the TV, Fred saw Heather walk down the stairs, her patchwork clothes clinging to her large form like lycra, she was huge, bigger than some male bodybuilders and certainly taller.  As she careful crept downwards, her weight caused the stairs to creak ominously.

The young man felt a bulge growing in his pants, his cock pressing against the front of his jeans.  It felt painfully tight, so he reached down to rub it, before gasping and fleeing to the bathroom.

"Hmph.  What was that about?"  Mel asked as he ran past her and Julia.

"Well, you know, he's got three gorgeous, strong women around him all day, he's probably having trouble keeping it in his pants.  Speaking of, why do you think it's only affecting us?  Fred looks the same."  Julia asked, gripping a bundle of old clothes tightly to her chest.       

"I don't know....but Sasha's diary is certainly interesting.  I wonder if Heather knew her daughter was into women." 

"She was?"  Julia walked over to look at the book Mel was reading herself.

"Yeah....she used to go to the gym a lot, but quit after a few incidents with the guys there.  They ended up groping her, and it kinda turned her off men.  When her Dad passed away, it broken any connection she had with guys.  I'm starting to wonder if it's related at all."  Mel closed the book and placed it on top of one of the other ones. 

"You think this is all one girl's desire to get back at guys?"

"Well...maybe.  It doesn't look like she hated them, she had friends with boyfriends after all, she just wasn't into them after that.  She wished that she was stronger so that she could have defended herself.  Seems kind of similar to something we're seeing now, doesn't it?"  The medium rubbed her head as she thought out loud.  "These diaries are all out of order.  Some of the later entries are written in Spanish as well, and mine is a little rusty."

"What about the rest of the books?"  Julia asked, putting the clothes on the sofa and sitting down.

"They're some kind of primer on witchcraft....as well as a bunch of notes.  This stuff isn't really written for laymen...or at least not for people who don't have the internet to look things up, so it's hard to read...also, I don't think they were Sasha's."

"Huh?  Whose were they then?"

"Well, the handwriting in the notes doesn't match the writing in the diaries, these definitely belonged to someone else...a friend maybe?"  Mel shrugged.

Julia picked up one of the books and flicked through it.  "We'd better figure this out soon - we're this big now, but who knows how we'll look tomorrow."

"Give me a break...you know this isn't exactly my forte, right?"  The medium frowned a little, leaning her head back on the sofa.  Julia put her hand on the woman's shoulder.

"Witchcraft, huh?  I've read a bit about this...maybe tomorrow we could go over it together."

Mel lifted her head up.  "I didn't know you were into that sort of thing, Julia..."

"I wouldn't say I was into it, but I've read some articles on it.  You know, in passing...I'm surprised you haven't, you work on an occult show.  Anyway, we should get some sleep, it's been a long day."  The girl stood up, and as soon as she did there was a tearing sound.  Her skirt tore down the side, revealing a shapely, muscular thigh. 

Julia helped Mel to her feet and heading towards the stairs, meeting Fred on the way.  His hands were covering his crotch, and his face was red.

"What's the matter with you?"  Mel said.

"Oh, n...nothing..."  The boy replied, wiping at his face.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, don't worry about it."   

Holding his gaze for a moment, Mel continued.  "Okay then...I think it's best if Julia and I stay in the same room tonight, Fred.  You can use the sofa again."  She said, gesturing behind her to the living room on the first floor.

"Sure."  He replied quickly.

"See you in the morning then."  Mel had to crane her head a little to talk with Fred due to her height, and the two women walked past him and into their room.  His eyes following them for a moment, then he headed downstairs.  Now he could finally get some alone time to take care of his arousal, among other things.

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Day 4 - Thursday   

Mel awoke again in the middle of the night.  The nightclothes she'd brought with her no longer fit, so she had worn some of the clothes that Julia had adjusted for her to bed.  She could barely move, and every part of her body tingled - it felt like it was throbbing, like soft pulses were running through her.  With each beat of her heart, the clothes she wore grew tighter.  How big was she now?  It was hard to tell in the darkness, but her feet felt cold, that meant she had at least outgrown the blanket. 

She heard Julia moaning from the mattress on the floor, and soft tearing sounds as the girl's own clothes failed her.  Mel's brow furrowed, and she balled her hands into fists, struggling to move through the miasma - she had to get these clothes off before they tore apart on their own.  Her shaking hands tugged at her skirt, pulling it down around her widening hips and swelling thighs.  Though she opened her mouth to curse, the words came out more as deep, guttural sounds.

Despite the semi-paralysis, it was as if the sensation of growth was wired to her pleasure centers.  No wonder her assistant was moaning, it felt wonderful.  With one last push she tore the skirt from her body, and her panties simply snapped.  She sighed, her back spreading out wider on the bed, and jammed a couple of fingers inside her exposed pussy, moist as it was.  Her other hand explored the deepening grooves in her muscles, her fingers running across the thick veins that laced her biceps.

She bit her lip, her short gasps becoming deep moans.  Her body tensed, preparing for an orgasm, and when it came she felt every muscle in her body thicken one last time before she mercifully passed out.

-

Morning came and the sun did not rise, only the inky blackness outside persisted.  A loud noise, a crash from somewhere nearby, woke Mel up, and she responded by groaning.  As her eyes focused, she gasped at what she saw - yesterday, she had been on par with a female bodybuilder.  Today, she was beyond even that.  Thick cords of muscle covered her form, as twice as wide from shoulder to shoulder as it had been when she entered the house.

She quickly got to her feet, the shredded remains of her clothes falling around her.  Bloated breasts sat heavily on bulging pectorals, an H-cup, perhaps more?  It was hard to tell.  When she stood up, she couldn't help but feel a little claustrophobic.  The ceiling was 7'5" from the ground, and now it was less than a foot from the top of her head. 

"Oh my God..."  She whispered softly, trying to take it all in.  With a deep breath, she focused on calming herself.  A level head was necessary if they wanted to get out of here - the growth hadn't stopped yet, but panicking about it would only cause further problems.  Besides, she had to admit that it felt strangely....erotic.

When she moved forward she nearly tripped over Julia, who yelped and sat up.   The girl stared up at Mel from the floor, her eyes struggling to comprehend her boss' larger, amazonian form.  As she continued to look at her, Mel saw something aside from shock beginning to awaken in the girl's eyes.

"Julia...are you okay?"  The medium asked, kneeling down beside her.

"...uh...I'm alright...actually, I feel pretty good."  Julia flexed a bicep, and it responded by swelling to around 20".  "...Jesus!  Out bodies must have gone into overdrive during the night, how big are we going to get?"

Mel had no answer for her, so instead she stood up and walked over to the cupboard.  It was a heavy thing, made from mahogany - for a single person it may as well have been bolted to the floor, obviously it had been taken upstairs in parts and then constructed.  Encircling it with her powerful arms, Mel grunted and hoisted it upwards, lifting it from the ground.  It fell against her, her breasts pressing into the wood.  A few moments passed and she released one arm, using the remaining one to hold it aloft in a rather unwieldy manner.

"Wow...it's so light...I guess these muscles aren't just for show."  She said, lowering the cupboard to the ground again.  Julia was hardly paying any attention to what Mel was saying, instead she was watching the woman's glutes and thighs on Mel's naked form bulge as they took the weight of the furniture.  There was something mesmerizing about them.

"Julia!"  Her boss said suddenly.

"Wha..what?  Oh, right, yeah...well...we're certainly getting stronger, Mel, maybe too strong."  The girl reached up and touched the ceiling - she wasn't as large as Mel, and her breasts weren't quite as big, but her muscle definition more than made up for it.  When she looked back down at herself, there was a touch of panic in her eyes, but she managed to suppress it.

"Speaking of which...we should probably check on Mrs. Knox.  She was a lot bigger than us last night...and now...."

Julia picked up a bedsheet and wrapped it around herself, offering one to Mel so that she could do the same.  She hated it, but there was no way they'd fit into anything now unless Julia spent the rest of the day making it, and by then it would probably be too small.

Mel went first, opening the door to the hall and ducking through it.  She noted that her control over her own strength came surprisingly naturally.  With the kind of power she'd exhibited when lifting the cupboard, she could have easily ripped the door off it's hinges.  Julia could hear Fred snoring downstairs, and she smirked a little despite herself.  He was in for a hell of a shock when he woke up.  The two crept over to the master bedroom, and knocked on the closed door.

"Mrs. Knox..."  Mel whispered.  "Are you awake?  Are you okay?"

After a moment's pause, a small voice replied.  "....yes."

"I'm going to come in, alright?  Just wait there."  She opened the door a crack and stepped inside, avoiding the door frame as she went.  When she saw the owner of the house, she froze, gaping in awe at the woman.  If Heather wasn't 7' tall now, she was damn close to it - she was clearly bigger than Mel herself, evident even though she was sitting down.  Her muscles were massive, swollen things that pulsed even with slight movements.  Some of them had been pushed aside a little as new, smaller muscles grew and fought for dominance on her frame. 

Still, even with all that bulk, she seemed able to move.  She was slow, ponderous even, but her bones had lengthened, becoming denser to cope with the weight.  The woman's traps pressed against the back of her neck, outclassing all but the largest of male bodybuilders in terms of sheer brawn.  Yer, there was still something feminine about her body, her hips were wide, matching her shoulders, and the muscle was all positioned correctly relative to the female form...it was just bigger.  The enormous, watermelon sized breasts bouncing on her chest and the slabs of flesh on her ass served as further reminders of her femininity.

Mel managed to stop herself from staring at the woman, but her eyes were being continually drawn to the bottle cap sized nipples and thick thighs.  "I...I...um..."  She stammered.

"...ah..."  Heather gasped, trying to cover herself up.  "...sorry, I guess I grew overnight again....I feel so big and...heavy."

"W..we all did." Looking down, Mel could see the remains of the woman's bed beneath her.  It had collapsed from the strain of bearing her weight, accounting for the noise earlier.  She couldn't stay focused on it for long though, when she looked up, those breasts were staring her in the face, bulging around Heather's arm as she attempted to cover them up.

Heather's lip quivered.  "I'm...really scared, Ms. Garland.  My body is changing so much...and there's been no sign of my daughter...I just..I don't know what to do..."  The sight of the thickly muscled woman pulling her knees up to her chest and pressing her face into her own breasts should have been comical, but Mel knew how she felt. 

The medium reached out to touch the woman, to reassure her, but she flinched away...  "It'll be okay, Mrs. Knox...we'll get through this, I'm sure we'll return to normal once this is all over."

"How could you know that?"

"Well...I...sorry...I don't...I wish I could be sure, but we just have to keep moving forward and adjusting to the changes in our bodies as we go.  We're with you every step of the way, whatever happens, and I will do everything I can to get us returned to normal and find your daughter as well."  Mel held out her hand to Heather and the blonde tentatively took it.

"I don't know how you and your assistants can be so calm all the time."  She said.

"I guess we have to...otherwise we'd never get anything done." 

"Ms. Garland...thank you."  Heather gave her a small smile.

"Don't mention it."  Mel sighed, running her fingers through her hair.  "Listen....let's get you something to wear.  Julia and I are using bedsheets now, so we'll get you some...then we can maybe get all this wood out from under your mattress...so it won't get in your way if you need to lie down."

"What are we going to do?"  The woman shrank down as much as possible, but there was still no mistaking her size.  She was on two minds, a few days ago she had been solely focused on finding her daughter but she was long past the point where she could ignore the rapid developments to her body.  There was something else too...her pussy was still wet from last night, buried deep withing he crevice of her thighs.  She shuddered a little as the thoughts in the back of her mind made their presence known.

"I'll be honest...I'm not sure yet.  We can discuss that later though...let's deal with what we can right now."  The medium gave Heather a little smile.

Mel invited Julia into the room, and the girl nearly shrieked when she saw Heather, pulling Mel out of the room and whispering to her instead.  "Holy shit, Mel, are we going to get that big?  What are we going to do?  I won't even be able to go outside without people staring at me!"

Mel murmured back.  "Listen...no matter how we look, we're living proof that the supernatural or magic or whatever exists, we're going to be famous!"

Julia frowned, rather unconvinced.  "Uh huh."

"Fine, fine...I'm hoping that once this is all over we'll change back.  If we don't...then I'm going to use all the money we make from this to find a way to change us back.  I'm sure something exists that can do it...and I owe you guys that much."

After getting Heather some sheets to wear, the three used their considerable strength to clear away the crushed wooden bedframe.  Once they were finished, Heather opted to stay upstairs while the other two went down to wake up Fred and figure out a of plan of action.

-

Fred lay on the sofa, drifting in and out of consciousness, his features illuminated by the nearby television screen.  It displayed viewpoints of the various cameras position throughout the house - the three in the living room, the one in the kitchen, and the one in Heather's bedroom.  The young man stirred, feeling uncomfortable, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and his pants felt tight...

The stairs creaked and his eyes blinked opened, a sharp intake of breath later and he was sitting upright, inspecting himself for any signs of muscular development.  Perhaps it was affecting him too, and not just the women.  He felt a shudder of disappointment when he saw that he was the same as ever - toned, but hardly big...well, all except for one place.  He stared at the offending bulge with a hint of pride, but the thought quickly faded when he considered what it meant.

The young man glanced up at the clock on the wall to check time, but ended up staring at it for a moment.  Something seemed a little off - was it always that high up on the wall?  He was pretty sure that last night he wouldn't have needed a chair to touch it last night...

"Fred, you up?"  He heard the voice behind him, and was about to turn when a couple of beefy arms encircled his shoulders.  He almost leapt away in shock at the sheer size of them.

"Morning."  Julia said, squeezing him a little as Mel walked around and took up her usual position in the single chair.  The girl grinned at the smaller man - being so big did have its advantages - from the bulge in Fred's pants it looked like big women were his thing.  Just seeing the way he looked at her melted her apprehension.

"J...Julia..."  Fred tugged at her arms but found no give whatsoever.  After a moment, she released him on her own. 

"Thought you'd like it with how much you were watching Mrs. Knox yesterday."  The girl sat down on the sofa beside him, taking up more of it than he did.  Now that they were both in his field of view, Fred saw that they were wearing nothing but bedsheets, and were each much bigger than he was.  The bulge in his pants grew painfully.

"Ahem..."  Mel cleared her throat - she was glad that her two assistants weren't panicking, but she could do with less shenanigans.  "...if you two haven't noticed we're still stuck in here."

Julia shrugged.  "I know, I know...I'm just trying to lighten the mood."

"Well, okay, just...cool it until we're out of here."  The woman seemed to relax a little.  "Today, I think we should go through those books.  Do either of you speak speak Spanish?"

"I do...I mean, I haven't in a while, but I was pretty good at it in high school."  Fred slowly raised his hand.

"It'll have to do...Fred, there's some entries in the diaries that this girl, Sasha, evidently didn't want people reading.  They're in Spanish, could you translate them?"

"I could try, but I need to watch last night's videos too...to see if anything happened during the night."  The young man glanced up at her with tired eyes.

"You'll have to do both, then."  Mel flicked her hair over her shoulder.  "Those diaries are the only clue we might have to finding out what that girl was doing, what caused this to happen."

"Yeah...and maybe it might give us away to stop us from getting any bigger."  Julia said, leaning against the couch.  "You've got it easy, Fred.  You just get to sit there immune to everything while we slowly explode."

Fred narrowed his eyes. "That's not true!  I..uh..."

Mel and Julia looked at each other.  "You...what?"  Mel asked.

"I mean...it's nothing really...it's just...."  The man gazed at the floor, wishing it would swallow him.

"Spit it out!"  Julia frowned at him.  "If there are other changes we all need to know about them."

"I'm...I'm growing as well.  Just...not all of me."

Mel raised an eyebrow.  "Really?  I don't see anything...are you sure?"

Turning towards her, Fred nodded slowly before looking down again.  "I'm sure."

"Well...what's growing?  Don't keep us in suspense."  Julia put her hand on his shoulder and he tried to shy away from her.

"Um...it's my...y'know...."  He pointed down.

The girl snorted in response, choking down a giggle.  "You're kidding.  I thought that was normal for a guy."

She was about to say more, but Fred cut her off with a glare.  "That's not what I mean!  When we got here I was...well...average size I think.  Like, about 6"....when it was..uh...stiff.  Maybe 6.5"."

"Uh...huh...and what is it now?"

"Now it's more like...."  He looked at the two of them, clearly a little embarrassed by the discussion.  "...it's more like 12"."

"What?"  Unfurling her arms, Julia leaned towards him.  "...you mean to tell me you've got a foot long cock?"

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying."  Fred said through gritted teeth.

"Well, hot damn."  The girl smirked.  "....that's it.  I gotta see this, pants off!"

"What!?"  He retreated as far towards the other end of the sofa as he could.

"Come oooon, you've been staring at our goods for the last three days, I know you have.  Isn't it fair that I get a look at yours as well?"  She began to crawl across the sofa towards him, reminding him very much of a prowling lioness.

Mel cleared her throat, loudly.  "I *said* cut it out!  We've got a lot to do if we want to get out of here at all!"

Pausing, Julia sighed deeply and slumped back into her original position.  "Sorry, sorry...I know.  When did you get so commanding, Mel?  I mean, you're not even a real medium...how do you know what to do?"

Her boss rolled her eyes, it didn't matter if she was fake or not, someone needed to take charge of the situation and she didn't see either of them coming up with any better ideas.  She was about to say as much when a noise from the top of the stairs interrupted her.

The three turned and saw the massive form of heather standing up there, slouched, watching them all as they talked.  When she saw Mel looking at her, she turned away and quickly moved out of sight.

Mel's mouth moved for a moment, and she looked between Julia and Fred.  "You don't think she heard that...do you?"

Julia glanced at the stairs.  "Shit...maybe, I don't know...sorry."

"You want me to go talk to her?"  Fred asked.

"No, no, I'll go myself...you two stay here and get started on those books."  Pushing herself off the chair, Mel headed upstairs, leaving Julia sitting with Fred.  She looked at him and smiled.

-

The second floor was silent, and Mel managed to make it up the stairs just fast enough that she saw the door to the master bedroom close.  She crept closer too it, and leaned forward, putting her ear to the door.  From within, the medium could hear gentle sobs, leaving no doubt in her mind that Heather had heard her talking with her assistants.

Steeling herself, she knocked gently on the door.  There was no response, so after waiting for a full minute, she knocked again.  Listening as the women within cried, Mel felt the weight of the guilt from deceiving this woman come crashing down on her.  It reminded her of all the shows she'd put on, of all the people she'd lied to for the sake of money.  She'd been able to ignore her disgrace before, but now she was trapped in this house with it.

When she knocked a second time, a small voice broke out between the sobs.  "Go away."  It said. 

"Mrs. Knox...it's me, Melissa....I..I'm sorry, I just want to talk."  Mel pressed a hand against the door, and heard it creak a little bit.  With her current level of strength she could probably break it down with on hand, but she held back.

"I don't want to talk to you....you...fake!"  The sobs resumed, muffled as though the woman had buried her face in a pillow. 

"Yes...I know...I'm a fraud...I can't really talk with the dead or anything like that...but I still want to help you..."  The medium sighed and stepped away from the door.  "...I want to do everything I can..."

"Go away!"  The voice interrupted, the repeated words now tinted with frustration as well as anguish.

Mel glanced back down the stairs, wondering if she should leave the woman alone for a while...no, there wasn't time, what if they needed her help understanding something her daughter had written?

"Mrs. Knox, I'm sorry I just...please, I just want to talk.  We're all in trouble here now, and it'll only get worse if we fight..."  She said.  There was a long pause, and when no reply came Mel slumped her shoulders and began to walk away from the door.

Then it opened just a crack.  "...Ms. Garland...I...I...don't know what to say to you."  Heather's soft voice shook a little as she spoke through the gap.  "My head is spinning...."

"I sorry we lied to you."  Mel walked up to the door and spoke in a low voice.  The blonde haired woman's form was barely visible in the dim light beyond the opening - but at her current size she filled the door frame.  Heather's large shape disappeared from the doorway, leaving the door ajar behind her.  Mel pushed her way inside. 

The blonde had wrapped a couple of sheets around herself, trying and failing to cover up - her tree trunk thighs and melon sized calves remained bare, as did her massive arms.  The sheets only managed to conceal her torso, and those ridiculous breasts of hers.

Mel couldn't help but stare at all the bare flesh and pulsing brawn.  The thought that she was getting even larger with each passing moment, that they both were, filled her with a sense of longing that made her shiver.

"How do I get my daughter back?  How do we get out of here?  How can we go back to normal?....Why do I feel like this?  Tell me, please!"  The questions came quickly to the woman's lips, but Mel had no answers.

"I don't know...I wish I did, but I don't...but...we're trying to find out.  Your daughter might have been involved...so we're reading what she read, and what she wrote.  We might still need your help..."

Heather's shocking size dwarfed Mel, cutting an imposing figure.  "Help...I want to help...but I feel weird..."

"Weird....um..."  Staring up at the woman, it was all Mel could do to keep her hands off of her.  They twitched, she wanted to explore every muscle on that body, suck on those breasts.  Just standing there was torture.  "...w..weird how?"

"I feel really...ah...hot...it's like a fever..."  Now that she was close, Mel could see that Heather's body was covered in a sheen of sweat.  Her nipples stood out against the fabric of the bedsheet she wore, her breathing heavy.  The medium recognized the feeling...it was the same for her.  "...whenever I look at that girl Julia, that boy, Fred, and especially at you...it gets worse.  I was happy to stay out of your way while you worked, I didn't want to do something I'd regret...."

Mel bit her lip, narrowing her eyes slightly.  The warmth was wonderful, comforting, and her hand touched her crotch lightly before slipping beneath the bedsheet and probing further.  She squirmed, gasping out her words as the shade of red on her face deepened.  "I...it's the same...I've felt it since I got here...but I...." 

Cutting her words short, Heather leaned in and kissed her.  She felt the woman's tongue inside her mouth, and she froze from the shock.  The larger woman had closed her eyes, and continued to explore Mel's mouth, her powerful arms encircled the medium, their size practically engulfing her.  Surrounded on all sides with taught, thick flesh, and with Heather's breasts pressing against her's, Mel melted into the blonde's arms, falling against her.

Part of her brain was telling her that this was strange, that she shouldn't do this...thoughts that seemed to defy every other facet of her being.  She felt her hands tearing away the bedsheets that covered Heather, liberating the woman's breasts.  Each one was larger by far than Mel's head, and as soon she broke away from Heather's lips, she wasted no time in covering them with wet kisses, lingering on the nipples and teasing them with soft bites.

Heather moaned loudly, and felt herself being pushed back onto the mattress she had been sleeping on.  Her new partner's hand massaged her breasts first, then traced the grooves in her muscles, winding its way down to her snatch so that it could push inside.  With small, feminine grunts, the blonde threw her head back as Mel's hand plunged deeper and deeper.  With how big the medium's forearm had gotten, it felt like she were being fucked by a train.

"Aah....oh....god...."  She breathed loudly, as Mel pulled her hand back out and lowered her face to the sopping hole, running her tongue around the fleshy rim before digging in.  She clutched at Heather's ass, but found no give at all in the massive tyer-like glutes, settling instead for gripping some of the cable-like muscular cords that ran down the woman's legs.

The massive blonde felt herself building towards orgasm, but there was something else as well.  With every pulse of pleasure she felt, her muscles grew a little larger.  She felt her bones reshape themselves, pushing her shoulders wider and her overall frame bigger, but there was no pain in it, only ecstasy.

Mel continued her ministrations, occasionally glancing up at Heather dreamily as she felt the woman's thighs close in around her.  With a gasp, Heather lifted the smaller woman away from her, half-growling "...my turn."

It didn't seem to matter that Mel had almost doubled in weight since she had arrived at the house, Heather grabbed onto her butt and lifted the medium bodily towards her face.  She'd had brief thoughts about other women before, but nothing like this - the vagina that hovered in front of her looked like the tastiest thing in the world.  She pressed her face into it, holding Mel aloft at the same time with powerful arms.

As Mel grew larger, her form packing on muscle and height with each lap of the blonde's tongue, Heather's arms grew larger to compensate, leaving her feel even lighter to the woman than when she'd started to hold her.  The floor creaked with the combined weight of two, but it held firm.

Finally, after bringing each other as closer as they could to orgasm, signaling the fact with breathy sighs and half-conscious moans, Heather opened her legs, allowing Mel to press their pussies together.  With immense effort, the youthful mother kept her legs apart as they stimulated each other, to shut them now would be like closing a bear trap on Mel.  It wouldn't matter much longer though, since the medium was nearly large enough to withstand it now.

Cries and groans filled the room, growing quicker and sharper as the two fondled their breasts and played with their assholes.  With one final cry the two came at the same time, Mel wrapping an arm around her own breasts and burying her face in the resulting cleavage.  Panting with the effort, she turned around, climbing across the mattress and lying with her head against Heather's shoulder...she nuzzled the womans bull-neck.

After a moment, Mel sat up, feeling a familiar twinge of need in her pussy.  She turned to Heather, and moved atop her, straddling the woman's prone form.  For her part, Heather stared up at her, licking her lips and reaching up to rub the medium's breasts with her hands.

"Are you ready to go again?" Mel asked.  For all her might she felt a little helpless, constricted by the needs of this body.

"Yeah..."  Heather breathed out in one long sigh, happy to have something occupying her thoughts that wasn't her current predicament. 

There would be time for questions later, for them to discuss what had happened here.  Right now though, they had needs to satisfy, ones that neither fully understood, and that seemed to take priority.  Unnoticed by either of them, a huge figure watched them from the mirror.  It gazed at them, larger in size than both, it's form partially transparent.  As its blue eyes gazed at the prone forms of the two women, a trace of a smile passed over its lips before it disappeared.

-

[arcomniflash]

While Mel was upstairs, Fred and Julia sat on the couch, the books spread out in front of them.  Fred had one in his lap, and Julia peered over his shoulder to get a better look at it.

"I kind of wish I had my Spanish dictionary with me..."  The young man muttered.  "...she's talking about...um...talking to someone I think, maybe requesting something?"

"What was she requesting?"  Julia asked, leaning in closer.

Fred felt the girl's huge breast press into his shoulder and back, and he raised his head.  Her muscular arm was lying across the back of the couch, behind him.  If she'd curled it just a little bit he would be entirely in her grip.

"Uh...w..well...."  He said, glancing down at the book again.  "She wanted to become...something, I don't know these words..."

"Hmm, I wonder if she got her wish...who was she asking, anyway?  Wasn't her dead grandmother or something was it?"

"I don't think so...it's a name, Hecate...I think I've heard it somewhere before..."  Fred felt his confidence slipping further as Julia shifted her weight, taking up a little more of the couch.

"Oh...right, that makes sense if she was into witchcraft...Hecate's a goddess from the Greek pantheon, witches worship her...but if she's behind this then...that's incredible.  For Hecate to actually exist, I mean it's not actual proof but....nngh..."  Julia closed her eyes and shuddered, gripping the couch cushion tightly as every muscle in her body swelled a little further.

She gasped as her breasts expanded as if they were being filled with water, spilling over the top of the bedsheet wrapped around them.  Fred felt himself being pushed further towards the other end of the sofa, the majority of which was now filled by Julia's expansive ass.  The sheet she wore pulled around her tightly, hanging on for dear life while at the same time revealing more of her flesh. 

Getting up, Fred moved over towards one of the other chairs and stepped behind it.  As quickly as it had begun, Julia's growth stopped.  Her arms were huge now, with biceps bigger than his thigh, and thighs that were like marble pillars.  A roadmap of cord-like purple veins stood out against her flesh, accentuating her vascularity.  With her senses returning, Julia wiped the saliva away from her mouth, the redness remaining on her face.

"I don't know...I th..think we can make a fairly good case for this goddess being real."  Fred's quiet voice revealed his nerves - he was into buff women but Julia looked like she could easily snap him in half if she wanted to.

"Ugh...oh, wow...that felt good..."  Julia's fingers twitched as her hand moved towards her crotch but ended up resting on her leg instead.  "Y'know, Fred...I always admired how strong you were."  She flexed her bicep and pumped upwards, larger than any man could possess.  "I was never fit myself, and you looked great.  I always wanted to ask you out...but I was too scared to say anything."

"What?"  The young man quirked an eyebrow.  "Julia, I...I'm sorry, I never knew..."

"Yeah, I know...it's not your fault, I never said anything...but you never even looked at me, not like that, at least."  The girl got off the couch and stood up to her full height - and Fred saw that he only came up to her chest now.  He took a step back.  "Well, look at me now!  I'm a bit harder to ignore, huh?"

"...w..wait...I..."  Fred stammered.

Suddenly, Julia moved, surprisingly quickly for her size.  She swept Fred up in her arms, and he found himself staring into her eyes, surrounded by her arms and pressed against her breasts.

"You look so cute now, Fred!  Don't worry, I won't hurt you...ooh, I feel all tingly.  I don't think I could keep my hands off you even if I wanted to..."  Julia's eyes had taken on a wild, hungry look, and before Fred could utter another word, she pulled him forward into a deep kiss.  It was otherworldly, and the boy was surprised at the softness of her lips and tongue compared to the rest of her diamond hard body.

She released him and tossed him onto the couch placing a hand on him to keep him from going anywhere while he gasped for air.  "J..Julia...wait...what if Mel comes back..."  His voice shook as he spoke, his unwillingness to continue belied by the enormous bulge in his pants that threatened to burst his zipper.

As Julia was about to respond, the two heard the moans above them, the thin walls echoing with the sounds of intercourse from the two giant women upstairs.  The building practically shook with the force of it.

"I think she has her hands full..."  Julia's lips turned up in an excited grin, and she released Fred for a moment to tug at the knot in the bedsheet, the only thing that held the material to her body.  Pulled tight when the sheet had been stretched across her, she fought with it for a few moments before simply grunting and tearing it off.   

Faced with Julia's towering, naked form, Fred tried to back away further, nearly falling over the arm of the sofa.  He held a hand up to try to get the girl to stop, but she merely took it in hers and pulled him toward her, smothering his face with her breasts.  Pressed in between tits larger than his own head, their warm sweaty flesh covering his face, Fred stretched his neck a little and looked up, poking his mouth and nose out of Julia's cleavage and gasping for air. 

He heard a tearing sound and felt a strain in his crotch as his cock grew larger still and ripped out of his pants, leaving it contained only by his boxers.  Julia noticed the bulge pressing against her abs and held the boy away from her.

"Oh...wow...look at the size of that thing, you weren't kidding..."  Holding him aloft with only one hand, she used the other to gently stroke the bulge.  "I've got to see this..."  A long finger tugged at his boxers, the girl's muscles barely even tensing as she tore the material away, reaching into his pants and pulling the python that his manhood had become out of the leg.  It rolled out, unfurling to its full length - it was definitely longer than a foot now, and as thick as a beer can. 

The appendage had grown erect, but it was heavy enough that it sagged towards the floor under its own weight.  Fred closed his eyes as he felt it swell larger still, along with his egg sized balls.  Suddenly, there was a hand on his hip and he was being turned around, held upside down.  Julia brought his crotch to her face, but she underestimated the size of his penis, and its momentum slapped her gently on the cheek.

"Ooh...wow, it's big.  Do you think I'll be able to fit it all in me?"  The girl smirked at it, leaning back and running her tongue up the shaft.  When she reached the head, her tongue danged around the small hole, lapping at the pre-cum that had formed there for a moment before she tried to get it in her mouth.  For the size of her body, her head hand only grown slightly larger, so getting it all in was an impossibility, but she could at least suck on the tip and use her tongue to pleasure it.

Fred felt his heart beat at full force, trying to draw his blood away from his head and down to his member.  It didn't hurt, but it left him feeling light-headed, and the pleasure coming from his cock simply drowned what was left of his senses.  It had grown in sensitivity as well as size, it seemed.

Julia placed her hand on the back of his head.  "You're not the only one who's going to get something out of this, you know..."  She pushed his face towards her crotch.  "Lick it...come on...please..."

His face full of reddened, swollen pussy, Fred could do nothing else but kiss it, rolling his tongue around inside and along the edges.  A clit the size of his thumb was pressing against his chin, and he leaned forward, teasing it with his teeth.  Julia's entire body shuddered, and she increased her ministrations on his cock.

"....Aah...that's it...use your teeth more...oh...mm..."  The girl babbled, shifting her legs and lying back on the couch to make her smaller lover a little bit more comfortable.  She felt herself building towards an orgasm, and from the pulsing of the boy's cock, he was close as well.  It didn't take much to move Fred's body so that his rod was sandwiched in between her breasts. 

Now that she was lying down, she could released her hold on his torso and could dedicate the hand to playing with her nipple and pushing her tits together, massaging his cock.  She practically didn't need to, her biceps did all the work for her when she brought her arms together.

That was the final straw for Fred, he gasped, cum erupting from the tip of his penis and filling Julia's mouth.  He felt his balls pulse as they emptied more and more thick white fluid into her face.  He gasped and buried his face in her pussy, causing her to moan loudly, the sound muffled by her full mouth.

Julia's eyes went wide, she'd seen a man's ejaculate before, but it was nothing like this - there must have been a gallon of it.  It had a thick consistency, like yogurt, and the taste, while bitter, was not all that unpleasant.  Her mouth was full of the stuff, and she swallowed as much as she could, chasing it with much needed air.  That same breath caught in her throat when Fred pushed a little further inside her pussy, he wasn't quite where she needed him to be, but it was enough to send her into orgasm.

Fred leaned back, coughing as vaginal fluid spilled out of Julia's pussy.  He lay there for a moment, gasping for air, then he felt his cock grow hard once again, gritting his teeth against the sensation.

"...hah..ha ha...back for more, looks like...well, good...I'm not done either...you'd better brace yourself, cause I like to be on top."  Julia's sounded half mad with lust, and Fred had barely regained his senses when the massive woman rose up in front of him, picking him up like a rag doll and placing him on the couch beneath her, his cock sticking up like an iron bar.  She looked even bigger than she had been before, a monster of brawn, muscle and sweat - arms like concrete columns, legs like great oaks.

She lowered herself onto him as gently as she possibly could, the weight still pushing him into the couch - it creaked as well, and he was surprised that it didn't break under the combined weight of the two of them.  The massive girl was crushing him, but his body held firm...how?  There was no way he'd survive this much pressure normally - it didn't even feel all that painful.  These thoughts were ripped from his mind when his cock slid up into her pussy, the tight wetness obliterating his rationale.

"Oh yeah!" Julia cried out as the member went deeper inside her.  "This is it...this is what I want!"

She held the boy down with her hands, lifting her butt up and them slamming it down, forcing the top of the rod all the way up until it bottomed out.  Then she did it again.  And again.  This was too much for the couch, and it collapsed under the added pressure, sending them both crashing to the floor where she continued barely pausing for the interruption.

Keeping him held down with one hand, she massaged her breasts with the other for a moment before leaning forward and pressing them into his face.  "Oh...Fred...oh..yeah..."  She moaned.

Fred groaned as well, and would have said similar things, were it not for the face that his voice was muffled by the girl's breasts at the time.  After what felt like an eternity, he felt his balls tighten, and with one final gasp his eyes rolled back and he came once again, filling the girl with the same volume he had sprayed in her face before.  She came at the same time, releasing him entirely to grab her sensitive breasts as she moaned, a long, low, guttural sound, at the ceiling.

Coming to his sense a moment later, Fred found himself staring up at an icon of sheer power.  Julia was now at least twice as big as anyone he'd every seen, male or otherwise.  She was like a photoshopped bodybuilder from the internet brought to life, with biceps measuring more than 26" around.  She was taller than she had been when they started having sex, bulkier too, and stood well over 7ft.  Hopefully she was nearly done growing. 

The boy's semen dripped out of Julia's pussy as she started down at him, her hands on her hips.  Just watching her caused his cock to thicken and grow erect once more.

"J..Julia...you..."  He murmured softly.

"Oh, Fred, that was wonderful."  The girl stroked her fluid slick pussy, running her other hand over her brick-like abs.  She stared at his cock.  "Looks like you're ready for more.  Good!  I am too."  Julia giggled.

His eyes widening, Fred opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it, gulping instead - it was going to be a long day, hopefully he'd survive it.

-

Several hours passed before Mel came to her senses, a quick glance at the clock on the wall told her it was early afternoon now.  She groaned and sat up, only to be shocked by the mountainous breasts blocking her view.  They rested on her chest, and while it was difficult to see how big she was from her perspective, she knew without a doubt that she was larger now than Heather had been earlier.

Her head was resting on her traps, large as they were, and her shoulders reminded her more of striated soccer balls than anything else.  The mediums arms and legs were similarly massive, with biceps like watermelons and thighs so bloated with thick, hard muscle that their circumference could be likened to an 18 wheeler truck tyer.

Interestingly, her waist was still relatively slender in comparison to the rest of her, and despite the sheer bulk she possessed she didn't find any difficulty moving.  It was as if her skeletal structure had been remodeled to suit this body shape - was she even human anymore?  As these thoughts weighed heavily on her, the memories of what she had been doing up until now resurfaced.

Mel gasped at the memory, scarcely able to believe what lay in her immediate past.  The whole day had been one orgasm after the next, a cavalcade of debauchery that left her feeling all warm and tingly.  It was as if her inner feelings had surfaced, revealing her attraction to women as well as men.  As she thought of the time she'd spend with Heather, she felt the spot in between her thighs grow moist, and the warmth in her loins grow once more - but this time she took a deep breath and fought against those feelings.  It was either that or be a slave to her own desires.

She was still in Heather's room, but everything looked so small now.  The bed was too small for her, and if she were not aware of her current size she'd have thought it was built for a child.  The nightstand had been knocked over and the lamp and phone had fallen with it.  The phone looked like a toy, unsuited for her larger hands.  The dim ambient light revealed the chest of drawers on the south wall, and oddly it didn't look that much smaller to her than before...weird, probably a trick of the light.

It took a little while for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, but they widened when they saw the room's other occupant.  Heather was standing, her arms gently pressing against the wall to either side of the mirror on the dresser.  Mel was only slightly shorter than she was, perhaps she had stopped getting taller at some point during the day.  However, she was still nearly 8ft tall.

Her knees were slightly bent and her back hunched over - from this angle Mel could barely see her head past the mammoth traps and bulging back muscles.  It was hard to believe that such a physically unstoppable person could exist, but there she was.  With the impossibly vast arms and legs, she probably could have picked up Fred's truck outside...and thrown it.  Despite the size of the muscles, their configuration was unmistakably female, with a slim waist and wide hips.

That ass, Mel's eyes locked on it.  She could get lost in those quivering peaks of muscular flesh for days...but she had to keep her wits about her otherwise she had no doubt that would become a reality.  Getting to her feet, she nearly cracked her head on the ceiling.  The once spacious room had felt tight and suffocating, how was she going to get out of here?

"Mrs Knox...?"  She said, a little surprised at the husky sound of her own voice.

The lumbering woman turned around, revealing her gorgeous face and blond curls.  Any trace of gray had been removed from her hair, leaving it full and radiant.  Her cheeks were streaked with tears, causing Mel to pause.

"Mrs Knox...Heather...I know what you're thinking.  I thought the same thing but...we're all going through some changes right now...and..um...well I'm sorry if what I upset you."  The medium shuffled back a little, covering her naked breasts with one beefy arm.  "...I think something in this house is increasing our sex-drive, you know?"  She didn't really know if she'd said that out of sincerity or because of her lust addled mind.

"Ms...Garland."  Heather smiled a little.  "...it's not that.  I saw my daughter!"

The impact of the news hit Mel like a truck, and she stood there blinking.  "What?  Really!? Where?"

The woman pointed at the mirror.  "In there, I saw her reflection as well as mine.  If I didn't look like I do now I would never have believed it was her...she was even bigger than me!  It was definitely her face though."

"Incredible..."  The medium breathed.  "...what was she doing?  Did she say anything to you?"  It was hard to verify what Heather had seen, but at this point Mel was ready to believe almost anything.

The blonde covered her mouth with one large hand for a moment then nodded.  "She waved to me...and then she wrote something on the mirror.   I think I'll see her again soon...oh, Ms Garland!"

In one motion, Heather pulled Mel towards her and gave her a huge bear hug.  The dark haired woman gasped at the sensation of breast flesh and brawn pressing together and let herself be hugged.

"Isn't it wonderful!  I knew she was still alive, I knew it!"  Heather was nearly jumping up and down with excitement, though the low ceiling and ominous creaking from the floor prevented her from actually doing so.

"Yeah...that's wonderful, Heather..."  Mel said, trying to push away as best she could lest she start kissing the woman again.  "Can I see what's written on the mirror though?"

"Oh, of course Mel...can I call you Mel?  It feels kind of funny calling you Ms Garland after...you know...."

"Sure, I figured we were probably on first name terms by now.  Though next time, maybe dinner first?"  The medium grinned, causing Heather to blush.

Maneuvering her way around the larger woman, Mel got a look at the mirror.  It looked like the message had been written in lipstick, though when she tried to rub a little away she could only feel the smooth surface of the mirror.  The writing was backwards, it said 'See you tomorrow!'.  Was whoever wrote this on the other side of the glass?

Staring at it for a moment, Mel took a step back.  "Do you have any more bedsheets?  I think if we tie them together we can make something for us to wear - it won't be very concealing, but I don't think that matters too much at this point."

"Of course, Mel."  Heather said, testing the name on her tongue.  "They're in a closet in the hall."  She made her way towards the door and opened it, then paused.  "Um...we might have a bit of a problem."  Stepping to one side, the blonde indicated the door - it was made for someone at least a foot shorter and half as wide as the two women now were.  Even if they tried to sidle through they still wouldn't fit.

"Damn...looks like we're trapped in here...unless..."  Mel placed her hand on the door, her eyes regarding the explosive muscle on her arm.  "...we could make the door bigger."

-

Julia was lying on the floor of the living room, snoring gently, until a loud crash from the second floor woke her up.  She sat bolt upright in a panic at the sudden noise, and looked around to find the source.  Of course, she couldn't see anything in her immediate area that would have caused such a noise, but it did give her a good look at the rest of the room. 

It was in complete disarray - the sofa had been turned upside down and emptied of most of its cushions, the small table in the center of the room had been broken in half by something heavy, and most of the equipment that they had brought with them was either smashed or knocked over.

"Oh god...what the hell..." she whispered, glancing down and seeing her body for the first time since she awoke.  If she was big before, she was massive now.  Every part of her body below her head was covered in a maze of diamond hard, cut muscle.  It was a little blocky looking on her, but her female shape had been retained well - with a soft bust bigger than anything ouside of a cartoon having been paired with bowling ball biceps and bloated quads.

Her jaw worked, but no words came out.  She probed at her body with her hands, feeling the peaks and valleys of her form - everything felt so sensitive, the breasts especially.  A redness returned to her cheeks, and her eye twitched, a mad, lilting giggle rising in her throat.  Was this a dream?  A nightmare?  It was hard to tell. 

She had been elated before at the thought of getting fit and gaining muscle, at the thought of getting Fred's attention at last.  This was too much though.  Wait...Fred...what happened to him anyway?  As her memories returned her eyes grew wet - she'd practically raped him!  What had she done?  Where was he?

"Fred...Fred?  Where are you?"  She turned around, looking for him, but found her large body a little cumbersome with all the debris around her - when she stood up her head was nearly touching the ceiling.  Then she heard a groan from beneath the sofa.

The girl stepped forward and picked it up, noting how light it was.  She could have held it aloft with one hand indefinitely, but she tossed it aside to check beneath it, and it hit the wall with a loud thump. 

Fred lay on his back, continuing to groan.  The first thing Julia noticed about him was his penis - she recalled it having been large before, but now it hung all the way down to his knee.  It wasn't hard, but given its shape it probably wouldn't get all that much longer when it was erect...would it? She felt her knees go weak at the sight of it and she fell onto them beside him, hearing the floor crack from the impact of something so heavy.

The lust was still there, within her, but given how much of it she had just vented away it was a lot easier to control.  "Fred...are you okay?"  He looked uninjured, but with how heavy she was there was no way to tell for certain that he had no internal damage.

The boy opened his eyes and spoke weakly.  "Ju...Julia...is that...ow...you?"

"Yes, I'm here!"  She cupped his hands in one of hers, leaning over him.  "Are you hurt?"

"I'm a bit sore all over..."  He said, wincing.  "..it's not so bad though, I don't think anything is broken."

"I'm so, so sorry.  Please believe me!  I couldn't control myself."  Fred felt the wetness of Julia's teardrops on his chest.  "I wish I'd never taken this stupid job!"

"Ha...."  His laugh was a little raspy, but his voice grew stronger.  "...don't say that.  I wouldn't have met you otherwise.  It was great, Jules...I just wasn't prepared for it.  Maybe warn me next time?"

Julia didn't know whether to laugh or smack him, she opted for the former, wiping the tears from her eyes.  "Dammit Fred...."  She picked him up and hugged him to her, his feet didn't event touch the ground. 

The two heard the stairs creak followed by a loud thumping as Mel and Heather made their way down.  They were moving carefully, but their weight still made it an arduous journey - the steps were never meant to support that much.  Surprised, Julia hid Fred behind her back.

Heather and Mel had managed to dress themselves in a number of bedsheets that had been tied together to form a makeshift bra and panties.  Their bodies bulged around the material, and Julia found her eyes rooted to the swaying of the pair's breasts.

"Ah, Julia...you're...big."  Mel said as nonchalantly as she possibly could once she reached the first floor.  Her nose wrinkled, the room smelled like stale sweat and sex, not unlike the master bedroom did.

"Speak for yourself."  Julia retorted, moving a little so that the woman couldn't see Fred.  "You and Mrs Knox have more muscle than an entire gym of guys..."

With a sigh, the medium dusted off her hands.  Earlier she had ripped the door frame out of the wall with ease, and then widened the hole so they could get through one at a time.  It was their only option, but it was certainly messy, with dust, bricks and mortar lying everywhere upstairs.  She chose to ignore Julia's comment.

"What happened down here?  It's a mess..."  She said, looking at all the debris.

"What happened up there?  You were gone for hours...and there was all that moaning..."  Julia's brow furrowed - this situation was all her bosses fault, if they had just left when she said in the beginning....she never have been able to tell Fred how she felt.  She stared at the ground.

"Ah..well...I, um..."   The medium seemed lost for words, for once.  "...where's Fred?"

"Oh...he's...uh...around." 

"He's behind your back, isn't he?"  Mel's eyes narrowed. 

"S...S'up boss?"  Fred's voice seemed a lot livelier now, and Julia seemed to droop a little when he spoke.

"Look..."  Her boss began.  "...I'm not exactly in any position to judge either of you.  Seems this place is having an effect on our libidos as well..."

Heather laid a hand on Mel's shoulder.  "I think that's part of it," she agreed, "but maybe there's more to it than that.  There was something liberating about it, you know?  You and me, we both realized that we're, y'know, into girls.....and each other, I guess." 

The medium's face turned red at the last comment, talking quickly to brush it aside.  "...I suppose, and Julia...with this you were also able to show Fred how you feel about him."

Julia nodded curtly and released Fred, he dropped to the floor behind her and walked around, trying to cover himself up as best he could.  His bow-legged stance still gave him away.  Mel raised an eyebrow at him.

"I guess we're all pretty perverted."  He chuckled.

"Dammit, Fred..."  Julia frowned and gently slapped him on the back of the head, sending him careening forward.

"...and I found out that this house has made me tougher than I look."  The boy picked himself up.  "...now can somebody give me something to wear?  My pants don't fit."

"Maybe you could wear a skirt."  Julia said with a smirk.  "We've got a lot of those we don't fit into."

Fred grimaced at her.  "Yeah...no...I think I'll try wearing some sheets if there are any left."

"Listen guys,"  Mel interrupted,  "we've got some news.  Heather saw her daughter in the mirror in her room."  Turning the couch the right way up, the three talked about what the woman had seen, with Heather filling in the other two on the specifics.

"'See you tomorrow', huh?"  Julia murmured.  "Do you think that means we'll be able to get out of here?"

"I don't know, the only option really is to wait until then and find out.  Did you guys get any new information from those books...y'know...when you were looking at them?"

"Yeah,"  Fred nodded.  "Sasha was contacting the Goddess Hecate, some kind of Greek witch Goddess, right Jules?" 

The girl nodded.  "She wanted to use the Goddess' power to make herself stronger, like we thought originally, but there was also mention of her wanting to go somewhere, though we don't know where..."

"And..."  Fred interrupted, remembering something. "...a name came up in the diaries too - Jessica Carter.  Apparently Sasha got the other books from her."

Mel looked at the woman beside her.  "Do you know the name, Heather?"

"One of Sasha's friends, I think - part of that Goth group she hung out with.  I never actually met her though..."

"Well...we'll have to ask Sasha about it when we see her.  I think we all have lots of questions.  Until then, lets get this place cleaned up and put some cushions down or something.  We're going to need something to sleep on tonight.  Fred, could you get the mattresses from upstairs?  I don't feel like taking a chance on that staircase again just yet."  Mel folded her arms.

The cleaned and tidied until the evening, with Fred trying to salvage as much of the equipment as he possibly could.  Most of it was trashed, but since it never really gave them any useful information anyway, it was no great loss. 

When the evening came, the four went to bed early, all of them bedding down in the cramped living room - Mel and Heather shared the mattresses from the master bedroom and the guest room, while Julia and Fred slept on some pillows, with Fred spending the night in Julia's arms.

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Day 5 - Friday
   
Fred woke up before the others, and had difficulty moving.  Julia's arms were wrapped around him, and she was hugging him to her.  It was dark, and he couldn't tell if she had grown again, but her arms certainly felt bigger.  The pressure on his chest was crushing, but the pain was minor at most.  Silently, he thanked his luck that his body had grown more durable otherwise she'd have squeezed him to a pulp overnight.

The girl sighed in her sleep, turning her massive body.  Her hold on him tightened momentarily but then slackened off enough for him to wriggle free.  The young man stood up, pulling up the pajama pants he'd found last night - they were soft pink in color, having originally belonged to Heather, but they were baggy enough to give his cock room to move around without impeding his movement.

Looking around, he saw the silhouettes of the women, massive and sweaty, their forms dwarfing his own.  He felt a twinge in his cock at the sight of them, and it began to rise, tenting the pajamas.  Placing a hand on it, he felt the liquid churn inside - he really needed to go to the bathroom.  Tiptoeing around the others so as not to wake them up, Fred felt his way through the darkness until he found the stairs and made his way upward.

He took the first few steps without incident, but stubbed his toe when he was halfway up.  Thanks to his newfound toughness, he didn't cry out in pain, but he did trip forward, catching himself on the rail.  Fred tutted and kept going, but almost did it again.  He felt his toe touch the step and managed to remain upright - they seemed higher than he thought they were.  Taking larger steps, he continued up to the second floor, sighing when he reached the top.

The debris had largely been cleared from the floor, but the doorframe had been left in the master bedroom.  The girls didn't want to crush the stairs with their weight, and he certainly couldn't lift the frame since it still had some of the brickwork attached to it.  He'd probably have to do something about it today.  He rubbed his shoulders in the cold air as he approached the bathroom, already missing Julia's warm embrace.

It took him a moment to find the light switch, and he had to squint to see where it was on the wall.  When he reached for the switch, it seemed to slide up and away from his fingers.  He blinked and then raised an eyebrow, his hand following the small panel up the wall until it stopped around head height.  What the hell was that?  Some kind of hallucination?  He rubbed his eyes and pressed the switch, shielding his vision from the artificial light.

The bathroom was cold and sterile looking, with white walls, a shower and a large mirror above the sink.  The young man slipped inside and whipped out his cock, standing on his tiptoes in order to get it aimed properly into the toilet bowl....wait a minute.  He paused, taking note of his surroundings - the whole room looked larger than before.  As well as the toilet itself, the shower looked like it was built for someone half again as tall as he was and the sink was positioned at chest level.

"What the hell is going on?" Fred mumbled, he tried closing his eyes and opening them again, but the room remained the same.  Maybe it wasn't the building - maybe he had shrunk!  It certainly felt like he had, but the girls hadn't seemed all that much larger to him.  His cock ran dry and he stuffed it back into his pants, pushing the handle of the toilet roughly to flush it before stepping away as quickly as he could.

A little unnerved by the shifting room, he backed off slowly and returned to the corridor, looking around for a switch to turn the light in there on as well and get a better look.  He had to reach upwards to press it, and when the hallway was illuminated, he saw the extent of the changes.  The corridor was twice as wide as before, and much, much higher.  Even if he stood on a chair he wouldn't have been able to reach the ceiling.

Light cascaded onto the stairs, now not only larger than before, but built differently as well.  They were still wooden, but made from solid blocks rather than planks.  Most surprising, though, was the doorway to the master bedroom - it had been completely repaired.   The door was huge, even the girls could have easily entered it.

He gasped when he heard a shuffling sound, and turned quickly to see a painting of a potted plant slide up higher on the wall by itself.  His eyes went wide and he rushed towards the stairs, shouting down to the sleeping women on the floor below.

"Guys, guys!  Wake up!  Something weird is happening!"

-

His shouts awoke Mel, who stirred with a groan...disentangling herself from Heather and getting to her feet.  She tugged at her makeshift clothes - they felt tight.  Her impossible bust was being squeezed by the sheet tied around it, creating an acre of cleavage that extended out in front of her.  The one tied around her waist and crotch was giving her a wedgie.  She shifted uncomfortably and tried loosening the sheets a little, though it was hard to get a good look at them given all the flesh that was in the way.

The medium felt huge and cumbersome, but there was something about her current state that was strangely liberating.  The darkness over the room appeared to have lifted a little, and she caught sight of Heather and Julia who were in similar predicaments.  Julia's eyes blinked open and she tugged at her own sheets, the muscles in her arm expanding to gargantuan proportions in time with her movements.

Mel couldn't help but stare at the girl, who had grown as big as Heather was the night before.  With a yawn, Heather opened her eyes as well, stretching languidly and sitting up.   The woman didn't look to have grown much at all overnight - perhaps the changes to her body were coming to an end.

"Hey!"  The shout came again, this time from halfway up the stairs as Fred descended them.  Something seemed unusual to Mel when she looked in his direction.  She was sure that their weight had cracked some of the wooden stair boards last night, but they seemed fine now....bigger even, more fit for someone at her current size.  Fred looked a little silly coming down, having to take big wide steps with his short legs.

When he finally reached the ground floor, Mel hurried over to him.  He stared up at her, the top of his head now only came up to her chest, his eyes level with nipples that she struggled to keep hidden.

"What's the matter, Fred?  What happened to the stairs?"  Mel asked him quickly as the other two approached as well.

Fred took a step back, nearly tripping over the lowest step.  He felt as if he were surrounded by giants, with the women forming a wall of flesh and brawn that pressed in on all sides.  Julia quirked her head at him, her bull neck pressing against her massive traps.

"Oh..wow..Fred."  She said with a smirk, seeing him in the light for the first time that day.  "...you look *tiny*, I think that's a good look for you."  Her body was starting to become hot again, and she leaned towards him, putting her medicine ball breasts only inches away.

"C..cut it out, Julia.  It's not just the stairs."  Fred managed, his penis was thickening, but he couldn't let himself get distracted by Julia again no matter how much he wanted to.  Besides, it wasn't that he was tiny, it was that they were huge!  As far as he could see his own proportions, genitals aside, hadn't changed.

"Take a look around..."  He continued.  "This whole house is different!"

The girls did so, and they stared in awe as they saw what he was talking about.  Everything was shifting slowly, the doors were widening, the ceiling was getting higher, and the furniture becoming larger.  Mel realized that she could now stand up to her full height without having to slouch or bend forward.

"W..what's happening to my house?" Heather breathed, stepping away from the group and touching the enlarged and repaired sofa - it seemed real enough.

"Huh?  What is this?"  Julia remarked, walking over to one massive chair and sitting down.  It supported her weight without any difficulty, only creaking slightly as it had been reinforced with metal.

"Seems like this place is adapting to us somehow..."  Mel said, testing her own weight on the stairs.  "...let's take a look around and see if anything else has changed."

They started to explore, with Mel and Heather heading upstairs while Fred and Julia remained on the first floor.  Mel remarked at the door to the master bedroom having been fixed, and that the door was now big enough for the two of them to easily step through.  "At least it's going to be easier to move around."

Meanwhile, downstairs, Julia walked into the kitchen, noticing the larger refrigerator.  When she opened it, she found that it was full of food - they had been running a little low last night.  The girl searched through the foodstuffs, finding them to have grown as well.  A pack of meat that would have once contained 4 steaks now contained 8 - more food for larger appetites.

Fred, however, stayed in the living room, marveling at the massive television.  Something seemed odd to him though, even more so than everything being larger.  Slowly, he realized that he could see everything without having to squint, and that none of the artificial lights in the room were on!  He hurried over to the windows and threw aside the curtains, a smile coming to his face when he saw the outside world.

"Everybody!  I can see outside!"  He shouted.

It was early morning yet, and the sky was red so there might be more rain later, but just now the air was fresh and clear.  Then something else dawned on him - his truck was gone.  "Aw, shit..." He murmured. 

Mel and Heather came back down, with Heather covering her mouth as the light from the window touched her eyes.  "We aren't trapped anymore!"  She gasped.

"Amazing, whatever was doing this has let us go!"  Mel grinned, but it faded a little as she remembered how much they had changed.  "We can't go out like this though....not yet anyway...I need to phone my agent...he'll help us out."

She checked her cell phone, but the battery had died.  "Damn..."  she cursed, heading over to the land line phone.  "...you don't mind if I use this do you?" 

"Of course not."  said Heather, flicking her long, blonde hair out of the way.  "Maybe we should close the curtains too...in case people look in by accident."

"Where the hell is my truck!?"  Fred almost growled.  "It's gone..."

Mel took a brief look outside before he closed the curtains.  "Wow...you're right."

"I'm gonna go look around outside for it, okay?"  The young man said, picking up his discarded shirt and pulling it on.  Given how impenetrable the door had been before, he prepared for resistance but despite being heavier, it opened easily.  Breathing in the fresh air, he stepped outside and let the door close behind him.

The medium paused with the phone in her hand.  "I guess I'll need to get Pete to send a van to pick us up..."  Her thoughts were interrupted by a clanking sound.  She glanced at Heather and Julia - the two of them had heard it too. 

"What was that?"  She asked, but Heather shook her head, indicating that she didn't know.  Then it happened again...and again, following a rhythmic pattern.  "It sounds like it's coming from...below us?"  She knelt down, putting her ear to the ground with her back to the blonde, leaving Heather staring at the dark haired woman's massive ass and fidgeting as her cheeks grew warm.  "Yeah, something's definitely down there..."

"Hey Heather..."  Julia said, walking over to the other side of the room.  "...was this door here before?"  She pointed at a large door beneath the stairs.

Pulling her eyes away from Mel, Heather blinked in surprise at the door.  "No...I've never seen it before."

"Huh..."  Mel murmured.  "...it must have appeared when the house was changing."

"Where do you think it goes?"  Julia asked.

"Only one way to find out..."  The medium stepped forward and opened the door, revealing a staircase that lead down.  With the door open, the sounds from below grew louder, the sound of metal periodically clashing with metal.

"...ah...a basement?  This house never had a basement when I bought it..."  Heather whispered.

"...well it's got one now...and something's down there."  Mel placed her hand on the doorframe.  The staircase was well lit, descending into the earth and ending in a closed door on the left hand side at the bottom.  "Let's check it out."

-

The room beyond the door had a black linoleum floor and walls with dark wooden paneling.  Several fluorescent lights attached to the ceiling gave the whole room a dim glow, reflected by the wall length mirror at the back.  It spanned the entire length and breadth of Heather's home, an entirely new floor that hadn't existed until a moment ago, divided in two by a separating wall with an opening to allow easy access between the two halves. 

This half contained weight plates and barbells that were stacked against the walls, the mass of them ranging from 50lbs and going all the way up to 200lbs on a single weight. 

In order to keep in shape for her show, Mel had trained in gyms before, but this was unlike anything she'd ever seen.  The weights looked huge and heavy, arranged in columns that she couldn't imagine anyone lifting.  She picked up one of the 100lbs weights from the top of its column, and lifted it easily.  The plate felt like it weighed barely anything, and there was no strain on her powerful arms at all.

"Unbelievable..."  She murmured.

The room beyond the partition looked fairly tidy, containing a large number of exercise machines that would, when combined, give every muscle in the body a decent workout.  The clanking noise was definitely coming from there, and now that they were this close and had seen the layout, it was obvious that someone was using one of the machines beyond the partition.

Mel replaced the weight and gestured for the other two to follow her while she crept up to the dividing wall, peeking around the opening in it.  What she saw was a mass of muscle surpassing even Heather's - a truly massive creature pulling down the bar on one of the machines with arms that contained more brawn than a normal woman's entire body.  The dim light cast shadows over the rippling, knotted meat that made up the girl's back.

And it *was* a girl, Mel could see that from the way the creature's bust extended far beyond her powerful pectoral muscles, covering her chest and straining against the tight tank top that she wore.  Her thighs were similarly impossible, naked aside from a black pair of hot pants that struggled with the form they were molded around.

The medium stood there, watching this titan work with her mouth open.  Noting that the plates she was lifting added up to well over half a ton.  She wasn't even sure if the girl was straining all that much with the weight.  Her hair was long, cascading down her back as further evidence of her femininity, at first glance it looked black, the same color as Mel's own, but the roots were much lighter.

Wait...dyed blonde hair...maybe...  Mel stood up and walked out into the room, with the other two women following her, trying to get a better look for themselves.  The medium moved around to the front, getting a better look at the girl's body and face.  Her eyes were closed, and her face red, she was clearly getting a lot of pleasure from her workout.  She had a pretty face though, one that looked rather familiar...

"Ahem, excuse me..."  Mel cleared her throat.

The girl's eyes snapped opened and she let go of the weights, they crashed down with a loud clang, and her hands flew to her mouth.  "Eep!  You....it's you!"

Upon hearing the girl's voice, Heather rushed into the room.  "Sasha!?  Sasha, is that you!?"

"Wha...mom?  Mom!"  The girl stood up and rushed into the arms of her muscular mother, their breasts pressing together as they held each other.

"Sasha!"  Heather's eyes filled with tears.  "...I knew you were alive.  I just knew it..."

"Oh, mom....I'm sorry for disappearing like that.  I'm sorry..."  The girl was starting to cry herself.

"You don't know how worried I was...where were you?  What happened to you?"

Mel didn't want to interrupt the reunion between parent and child, so she just guided Julia over to the other side of the room, far enough away that the two could talk freely, but close enough so that she could hear what they said.

"It's a long story..."  Sasha said, taking a seat on the weight machine again while Heather knelt down beside her.  "...I was bullied at school a lot...especially once dad died...I didn't tell you, I didn't want to worry you.   That's when I joined that gym.  I wanted to get stronger, but the guys there just laughed at me."

"Sasha..."  Heather said, touching her daughter's cheek.  "I didn't know...I wish you'd told me."

"I wish I had as well..."  Sasha smiled at the thought.  "...but I got so angry.  I worked out at home but I didn't get anywhere with it..."

"That's when you started hanging around with those Goth kids."  Heather said.

"They weren't Goth's, mom.  It was more like a coven, lead by that girl, Jessica Carter...they accepted me, and taught me some things..."

"Jessica Carter..."  Mel whispered to Julia.  "...so she was a witch."

Sasha continued.  "...it wasn't until I'd been with them a while that I saw that the magic was real - but because of the way it worked you couldn't really do anything with it.  Anything you did would come back on you three times over.  It felt pointless...so I stole some of Jessica's notes when she wasn't looking and tried contacting the Goddess myself."

"So the Goddess really does exist....Hecate..."  Julia stood up.  "None of this explains why this  happened though..."

Sasha looked over at her.  "Ah, you two, Melissa and Julia, right?  Sorry, I must have caused you a lot of trouble."

"You bet you did!"  Julia folded her arms, and felt Mel's hand on her shoulder.

"Please continue, Sasha, we want to know why we're here." She said.

"Well...I did manage to contact the Goddess, and she said she could grant my wish to be stronger...for girls to be stronger...but there was a problem.  Goddess or not, she couldn't affect the world on such a grand scale without enraging the other deities..."

"Wait..so the other Gods are real too?"  Mel's assistant scratched her head - it kind of made sense since Hecate was part of a pantheon, making her question mostly rhetorical and allowing Sasha to continue.

"...but she had a way to grant my wish anyway...by pulling me into an alternate reality that met my desires."  The massive girl finished.  "...this one."

"So...you mean we're all in this other reality now?"  Mel asked.

"Yes.  When I got here there was no one else living here, the house was empty, but Hecate slotted me into this reality, and the world itself started filling in the blanks.  It took time, but after a while the house furnished itself, people started to recognise me and I suddenly had an inheritance from my dad to live off of."  Sasha cast her eyes to the floor.  "But...it was lonely...and I ended up wanting to go home, to my real home...but Hecate doesn't revoke the boons she grants.  I prayed to her for weeks, asking her to let me meet you again, Mom...and eventually..."

"...she brought me here instead."  Heather finished.  "...and everyone who was in my house at the time came with me."

"Yeah..."  The girl leaned on her mother's shoulder.  "...I can see the trip modified you to fit this reality, just like it did with me..."  She cast a glance down at her explosive bicep.  "I'm so, so sorry.  I didn't mean for things to end up like this...I didn't."

Shushing her daughter, Heather stroked the girl's head.  "...it's okay, Sasha...I'm here now, and I'll stay with you as long as you need me.  Besides, every cloud has a silver lining, I discovered a lot about myself just by coming here...I think Melissa and Julia did too."

Julia sighed and glanced at the ceiling...she didn't really believe in fate so much, but maybe she had gained something being in this place.

"So how did you know about us?"  Mel glanced at the entrance to the room, in case the woman was about to walk through it.

"When you started to get closer to this world, I could see you in the mirrors, and I think sometimes you could see me too.  It wasn't until you were getting really close though."

"Well...we can't stay here...there has to be some way back."  Mel said, starting to pace back and forth a little.

"If there is a way, I don't know what it is..."  Sasha blinked.  "...but if it exists, I'll help you find it.  Um, also...why are you guys all wearing sheets?"  She had only just realized that the three of them were nearly naked.

"Because we spent the last three days bursting out of our clothes."  Julia said, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh...well, there's stuff that might fit you in the closet upstairs...why don't you get dressed?"  The three women looked at each other.

-

Once outside, Fred turned around to look at the house he'd just come out of.  It was a lot bigger than he remembered it, clearly built for people much larger than he was.  Walking over to the driveway, he knelt down to look for any signs of his truck.  Nothing...not even tyer tracks - what had happened to it? 

The house had a garage built into it, so out of curiosity he checked there as well - he'd never been inside so it may have been empty when they got there.  Someone might have driven his car inside...he sighed, grasping at straws.  Fortunately the garage was unlocked, and as he might have guessed his truck wasn't inside.  Instead there was an extremely large car - the tyers on the thing wouldn't have looked out of place on a monster truck. 

He raised an eyebrow, stepping away from the garage and putting his hands on his hips.  What on earth was going on here?  On the off chance that whoever had taken his truck hadn't gone far, he decided to take a walk up and down the street, but when he got to sidewalk, he finally noticed something strange.   It wasn't just the Heather's house that was bigger...the other houses in the small neighborhood had increased in size as well.

They were all built on the same basic model as the house he'd come from, so they were all similar in appearance, and grand in scale.  A car passed by, every bit as big as the one he'd found in the garage, but he didn't manage to see who was driving it.  Looking down the street, he saw many similar cars parked in driveways and outside the houses. 

He staggered backwards as a woman walked around a corner to his left, walking a very small dog that was held by a leash.  The woman was as big as Heather had been, maybe even bigger than that, and the sight of her with the small yappy dog was like a bad joke.  She practically glowed, her bare skin and herculean physique highlighted by the sun.  Much of it was exposed, since all she wore was a halter top that covered her breasts and a short denim skirt.

She glanced at him as she walked past, lowering her sunglasses with one hand to look at him over the top of them, giving him a little grin.  His slack jawed expression seemed to amuse her, but she soon lost interest and continued on her stroll.

The door to one of the other houses opened, and a similar woman walked out, this time of Hispanic descent given the skin coloring.  A man walked out with her, only two thirds as tall as she was.  She smiled and leaned towards him, gathering him up for a quick kiss, releasing him and patting him on his behind as he hurried towards the large car and opened the door, stepping up into the specially made adjustable driver's seat.

Fred rubbed his eyes as more people came out of their houses, doing normal things that were part of their morning routine.  Every man was of normal height and build, but every woman was a veritable goddess of musculature, rippling and powerful with breasts that dwarfed anything he'd ever seen outside of photoshopped pictures.

He sat down on the grass, his cock starting to throb and grow larger in his pants as he watched the women go about their daily business.  Where was he?  What had happened to the world while he was in that house?  His shoulders sagged a little, and with some effort he got back to his feet, ready to run inside and tell everyone what he had seen.

The young man got halfway to the door when it opened on its own, and Julia stepped out.  She was wearing a black t-shirt that somehow managed to cover her upper torso and breasts as well as a matching skirt wrapped around her giant hips.  At this point, she was more than twice as wide as he was, so he wondered where she'd found the clothes.

She was followed by Mel, who had on similarly casual clothing, but the t-shirt was red, and long cut jeans had been drawn over her thighs so tightly that they looked painted on.  They still left much of her calves bare.

Heather and...some gargantuan girl he didn't recognise, came out after her.  The older woman was wearing a full white dress that did absolutely nothing to hide her shape, nor the fact that she probably wasn't wearing anything under it.  The girl beside her had a face that portrayed her as younger than he was...but a body that no man could ever hope to come close to having.

Julia looked around.  "Looks like we're not in Kansas anymore..."

"We were never in Kansas to begin with."  Mel noted dryly.

Seeing Fred in front of her, Julia walked forward and picked him up, holding him to her in the crook of one arm.  "Hey Fred...we were kind of worried about you wandering around out here on your own...lots of predators around."  She gave him a sly smile, and he twitched.

"...Julia...what's going on?  All the women are...and...who's that?"  He mumbled, casting furtive glances back at the other houses.

"Oh?  Her...?  That's Sasha Knox, Heather's daughter.  We found her downstairs.  Misson complete, I guess."  Julia looked at Mel, Heather and Sasha, who were now talking amongst themselves.  "As for the women...well...let's go inside, we can talk about it there."

Since the girl didn't look surprised, Fred figured Julia must know what was going on.  "So..what are we going to do?"  He asked.

"Well...we're going to be here for a while, so you'd better get settled in...though I can't say it's all that bad a position to be in...after all, I'm looking forward to tonight...and tomorrow night...and so on."  She grinned at him, flexing her free arm and causing it to inflate like a balloon - Fred felt the nipple she was holding him against harden, and he started to sweat.  "Ooh...this is gonna be fun."  Julia licked her lips.

Heather put her arm around Mel, causing her daughter to giggle at the two of them.  "Mel...since we'll all be here a while, maybe we can go out for that dinner we talked about?" 

Sasha glanced between the two of them and blushed.  Women's libidos were so much higher here...and she'd seen them through the mirror the night before, and was happy her mother had found someone who could satisfy hers.  She might have to spend a little time getting to know Mel better herself.

The medium raised her eyebrows in surprise, walking inside with the others.  "That sounds wonderful."  She nodded, her cheeks glowing.

Once all of them were inside, she folded her arms and spoke to Julia and Fred.  "We're going to have to wait a bit until this world adjusts to us, apparently, until then...Fred, see if any of our equipment survived the transition.  If we can find the hard disks at least and bring them back with us, then this footage on them is going to make for the best episode ever!"  The door to 49 Fullton Place closed behind them.

[NinjaStar]

Another well done story. I'm not really a fan of the over large types, or magic, but it was still enjoyable nevertheless. The only thing I didn't like as much was the ending. I wish The other world had been a bit more expanded upon, but that's a minor quibble. I'm looking forward to the other story if it's anything like this or the story with the Crystal and the train (I forgot the name, sorry.)

[halcyon3]

...I'm looking forward to the other story if it's anything like this or the story with the Crystal and the train (I forgot the name, sorry.)...

That train story was "One Way Ticket" I believe. It wouldn't surprise me if the worlds between the two stories were connected somehow.

And yes, this was an awesome story. Phenomenal work. 

[cwmoss]

Great story Arcomniflash.

I hope the aforementioned story site gets back up soon so I can get access to that great story archive.