SHORT FICTION - The Night of the Growing Fog
A friend of mine has shared his writing, and I enjoy immensely. Here is his first story. A GIANTESS themed story. Enjoy!!
The Night of the Growing Fog
By Tallgeese4us
Illustration by Tallgeese4us
While
on vacation in Pyeong, South Korea you are getting ready to check in at
your hotel when a dense fog blankets the night sky. Yet, the fog seems
to be shifting. Suddenly, a warmth washes over your skin. Out of the
silence you hear the fabric of your top straining and stressing.
Gradually, you feel the warmth of your skin increase. First in your
chest, and then out to your arms and legs. The seams of your skirt and
top whisper for relief, you kick off your shoes as they get noticeably
tight.
You are growing bigger by the second, and from your former
stature your height surges higher into the layers of fog. Your bra fills
past its limits, with each popping hook you gain inches to your chest.
Outward and upward each growth spurt takes you, until your skirt and bra
flutter to the street below. Startled, you cry out only to swallow a
layer of fog in return. You moan sharply as you feel the cool air of a
higher elevation kiss your breasts. The sky brightens with the light of
nearby skyscrapers. Surging in all dimensions the growth ends with a
jarring halt; sending your breasts bobbling. This knocks you off balance
in the thin, crisp air. You steady yourself and marvel at the twinkle
of the lights in the distance.
Slowly you enjoy the spectacle of
exploring your new height and billowing curves. The wailing of emergency
vehicles get closer, and everything goes black.
You recognize this new
unpleasant sound, the droning of an alarm clock. Groggily, you roll over
to silence it. You toss off the covers and notice something's
different. Very different! This was in fact a good dream, you got to
keep the gigantic boobs!

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