"S-Sara... Y-you've got to snap out of this!" I try to reason with my Goliath friend, "What's gotten into you today? This is ridiculous!"
"Mm, what indeed? But whatever it is, I think I like it too much to simply let it go..." Sara replies almost lustfully, still standing (well, hunched rather, given she's up against the 8 foot high ceiling of her room) in front of the door to physically bar my way, "I've waited millennia for this... just like you."
What? M-millennia?! Does she mean to imply that she too is an ancient being that has been reborn in modern times? But I remember seeing into both Sara and Davis' minds Friday night, before I was fully whole again... If Sara was anything like me, her mindscape would surely seem way different even then! Unless... unless I was tricked, or this is whatever is possessing my friend doing the talking. "Whatever you are, let go of my friend, now!" I demand, even dropping any attempt to hide the reverberation of power in my voice.
Sara laughs ominously as she bends forward even more towards me still sitting on her bed and says, "Oh, I can assure you that there are no strings on me. No one's got their hand up my ass..."
Her words chill me even further. If there's nothing possessing the nearly 12 foot blonde I've called my friend for years now... then Sara must truly be far older than I've ever realized. I try my best to ignore what I'm seeing to peer back into my earliest memories, those being of my original self millennia ago. The one from when I spoke to my head priest and informed the early humans that they no longer needed my guidance (if I'm honest, they probably never truly needed it) comes to mind, among many, many others such as when I first encountered the early humans. My original life alone probably encompasses several modern life spans, which probably explains why I have difficulty remembering it all...
In short, I was fucking old already when I encountered the early humans. Maybe I'm not so far off from the xel'naga...
Having fun peering back through your memories, Megan? I hear Sara ask telepathically, scaring the crap out of me. Wondering why you don't remember a being as powerful as yourself being around when you were originally?
"W-what? H-how?"
I doubt you'd remember me then, as I wasn't around yet... You abandoned the early humans who worshiped you like the goddess you are, girl. Whether you meant to or not, you abandoned them, and they felt lost. So while you stayed dormant, being reborn in a new form who-knows-where, those people performed a ritual in the hopes they could call you back to them so they could bask in your light. Sara explains telepathically, I was meant to be a host body for you. I was willing to do it for their sake. Suffice to say, they were sadly disappointed with what I became, as I wasn't you.
Sara is about to continue when there's a knock on her door. "Sara? Megan? What's going on in there?" I hear Davis ask from the other side. Though his voice is muffled somewhat by the door, and the towering figure in front of it with her hips and ass near the top of the door frame, possibly even higher if her legs were straight, I can still hear the concern in his words.
Now I wonder what my so-called friend intends to do about this situation. She can't telepathically reassure Davis, as then he'll know something is very wrong. If she tries to verbally tell him nothing's happening here in her room, he's likely to pick up on her deeper voice and guess she's gotten much bigger. Would she simply come out and reveal herself in her full, naked glory to the guy she earlier demanded not to stare at her? If so, was said demand merely to fool him and I back at school?
Then again, it's not like there's much even my boyfriend can do to stop her plans, whatever they may be. Sara appears to recognize this as well, and seems to concentrate on something before I feel some unseen force bar all the doors and windows. "Sorry, Davis, but you are not going anywhere. Feel free to help yourself to anything you'd like to eat, though." she replies simply.
"Uh, M-Megan? This isn't funny..." Davis says from the other side of the door. I can only imagine what's going on in the rest of this house. Normally, it's rather inviting, with a few family photos strewn about. Sara's beautiful 6 foot tall mother Clara, her 6'9" bulldozer of a father Rick, and... a girl I've yet to meet who I've been told is Sara's older sister Audrey. I shudder to think if they're both like... like this...
Before I know it, I'm teleported out to next to Davis. I have to admit, I am terrified right now for what's going on... but no matter what happens, I will not allow my boyfriend to be harmed. "Er, y-yeah... about that... I'm not doing any of this. Sara is... somehow." I tell him as we move into the living room, trying to find a way out.
"Sara? How?"
"I... I don't know. She's claiming to be a ghost from after my first life..."
"First life?" Davis questions, just before he catches on to what I mean, "Wait, you mean to tell me she dates back to after your original body as a titanic goddess died?" I nod. "...holy shit. I think you might have stirred up a hornet's nest."
"Thanks, Captain Obvious..." I reply, voice dripping with sarcasm.
For the next couple hours, we try to find a way out of this place, running from the nice and organized kitchen to the huge master bedroom and trying every door or window. Not one of them budge in the slightest. I can't help but wonder what she wants with us. And if this is truly my fault this is happening. My stomach soon grumbles, followed by Davis', so I guess we should have something... though surely Sara would be starving what with having grown so much and not having lunch, wouldn't she?
Oh don't worry, Megan. I'm not particularly hungry... yet. Sara laughs in my head, leaving me all the more unsettled. She's clearly got something planned, but she's not divulging.
Soon enough, Davis and I've prepared what we were going to charitably call dinner. This is perhaps the farthest thing from a romantic dinner one can possibly get, but I frankly don't care about that, and seriously doubt my boyfriend does either. Filling our bellies is top priority, followed by trying to figure out a means of escape. The latter may seem hopeless, but it gives us something to do other than wallow in despair.
Just as we finish scarfing down our less than spectacular meal, a door down the hall opens, and something big comes stomping down the hall. Sara is on the move. Her heavy footsteps thunder through the house, and in the darkness of the halls, I can see her glowing softly blue eyes catch mine for a moment. A smile spreads on her huge face for a moment before she moves on into the living room, where she's not really able to stand up any better in there than her room. "I-I'm going to guess that her story might be true..." Davis stammers, frightened, yet undeniably... a bit aroused.
A part of that has to do with her tight outfit, which with a mischievous wink, starts to tear immediately as she's required to crouch more and more... She's growing again, and from the looks of it, she knows how large this spurt will make her. Her tank top and shorts practically look painted on in the places they've yet to tear as, even sitting, her golden blonde head inches towards the ceiling. The wall between the rooms vanishes, giving me and Davis a full, unobstructed view of her expanding form. And given the points protruding from her top, she had also decided to forgo underwear entirely for this.
We behold as Sara's feet lengthen, along with her legs, and begin slowly pushing her family's coffee table aside like it's nothing. I can hear her bones pop, and the sound of her flesh sliding along the carpet in all directions. Her legs are already longer than most men are tall, and they're only getting longer. Her swelling hips and ass soon bring about her shorts' demise in a dramatic rip that makes me suspect she's somehow playing up the effects of her failing clothes. (I'm not questioning how she got a barely fitting set of clothes, the glowing eyes tell me all I really need to know)
Her tank top is faring little better as her enlarging breasts consume more and more space within it, competing with her widening shoulders and abdomen. Sara moans... a little more loudly than she really needed to as the fabric eventually gives way right down the middle, freeing her DD-cup boobs from their confinement, and with a playful shrug leaving her once again nude. In response to this, she crosses her ever-lengthening legs in front of her to keep that area out of view, but doesn't seem to do... anything about her breasts. Odd...
Sara's ascent begins to slow and then stop when her head is but a few inches from the ceiling. "So this is what being 14'11" feels like..." she comments, and Davis and I can make out the unmistakable reverberation of power within her own voice. It's not quite like mine, but it's definitely there. It's entirely possible this is because it's only beginning with her. "I don't think I can stand up at all now!" she adds in a tone that's something of a mix between lustful want and mischievous intent. I feel like it should be hinting at her intentions, but so far I can't figure out what that might be. I really don't know what to do here, considering she is my friend...
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