This choice: She makes it through the course without many close shaves (grows 1/2 ft.-1 ft. ) • Go Back...Chapter #7Close Shaves and Tight Squeezes by: Unknown Zeetha tried to shake off the jolt. The castle was teasing her, but she couldn't let it get to her. She couldn't afford to be psyched out when the wrong move could be her last. She took a deep breath to center herself, opened her eyes, and bolted forward as she let her instincts take over. The first part of the course had been largely for show, meant to lull her into a false sense of security with large, obvious tracks. Zeetha wasn't fooled; she knew this is where the Castle stopped circling her and moved in for the kill. Pressure pads would launch darts tipped with poisons causing painful, prolonged death with the slightest touch. Trip wires which could only be seen with a keen eye (in the right light) opened pits far too large to jump. Dueling clanks (robots) which learned from every opponent they crossed swords with emerged from the walls.. Paralysis gas pumped in silently from every wall (not deadly in and of itself, but would make her easy work for every other thing in the room that wanted to kill her. Finally, once she somehow avoided everything else, she'd have to avoid enough death rays to reduce the sturdiest (non-Jaeger) army to ashes in a matter of seconds (the castle could only do "subtle" for so long).
Zeetha ran right over the plates, blocking the flurry of darts from both sides with her swords, and dodging the few which she couldn't block ("ooh, feeling dangerous today, are we" the Castle noticed with amusement". She stepped nimbly through the web of trip wires which criss-crossed the floor below her, landing on a safe spot...which turned out to be another pressure plate, which opened walls on either side of the chamber, from which emerged eight giant rats, which immediately began chasing her. Had her mind not been totally given over to the warrior instincts which were keeping her alive, she'd have noted these were new, and to congratulate the Castle afterwards for keeping things interesting. She knew she had to finish things quickly. She leaped over the nearest dueling clanks (narrowly avoiding a few swipes which were aimed squarely at her neck), which were quickly overwhelmed by the rats. Nearing the finish, she managed to reflect most of the death rays aimed at her back at their machines, destroying them. The remaining death rays fired impotently at the green-haired amazon until the rats came into range, and quickly picked them off. Breathing heavily, Zeetha grabbed a nearby cup of water...and quickly poured it out, watching as it ate a hole in the floor. She felt the tingle of adrenaline, and began to pace as a way of winding down, her sweat-covered clothes clinging tightly to her.
...Too tightly. And that tingling sensation had not abated as she had calmed down. Returning to her senses, Zeetha immediately realized something was wrong. She knew instinctively how she held her swords, and they seemed slightly...smaller in her hands. She let them fall to her feet. She felt a breeze running across her stomach, and realized that her shirt was exposing more of her belly than usual, and the single button which held it closed was straining hard. Her pants, meanwhile, were riding a bit low, and the ends of her pant legs ended at her mid-shins. Most noticeable of all to her was how tight all of her clothing felt. The harness around her chest was digging in to her flesh, and she quickly undid the clasp, letting her sword holster clatter to the ground. She likewise took off the headband which had been digging into her skull, and she noticed the concerned expression on the decoration which (as always) mirrored her own feelings. Less easy to take off were the things which were causing her the most discomfort by far: her underwear. The downside to wearing disintegration-proof underwear was that they were not especially comfortable to begin with, and didn't have much flexibility. She could feel her already large breasts overflowing her bra cups, as her underwear rode up her shapely butt, giving her an incredible wedgie. The tingling finally left Zeetha at just over six and a half feet tall, over half a foot taller than she had been even 10 minutes ago.
"Well, I suppose that was a passable effort. Congratulations, you get to live another day. Yay." The Castle forced one of the half-gnawed clanks to give Zeetha a slow clap, but Zeetha was too busy taking stock of her changes to catch much of the show. Suppressing any panic or confusion she was feeling, she looked up and addressed the room. "Castle, what did you do to me?" she asked with all the patience of a mother dealing with a chronically mischievous child. The clank stopped clapping as the various traps either turned off or reset themselves. The room quickly grew dark and silent. Zeetha sighed, exasperated. "I'm telling Agatha." First, however, she needed to get out of her clothes. She'd head back to her room. She definitely didn't have underwear big enough to account for whatever bloating the Castle was causing, but she could at least slip into a stretchier shirt and baggier pants. They'd be tight, but at least she'd be moderately comfortable as she searched for Agatha.
She walked out of the room, and the Castle considered its next move. It had no shortage of defense mechanisms it could use to delay (and enlarge) her subject, or it could bide it's time and let Zeetha relax her guard a bit before striking next.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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