Once more, I try to get into Sara's head. And once more, I hit the mental equivalent of a brick wall in my attempt. For years, I've known my best friend to be strong-willed, and even a bit stubborn on some matters. They're but a couple of traits I admire in the blonde beauty I've been friends with since kindergarten. But this is taking things to a whole different, almost ridiculous level! "Come on, Sara... please... let me fix this for you." I plead, desperate to undo what my actions had unintentionally unleashed.
"You can't fix this, Megan, but that's all right." Sara replies simply, the reverberation of power still evident in her voice, "I want this. And I want to do what I have planned, though I'll keep you and Davis here in the dark about what my plans entail... for now."
My practically 15 foot friend smiles, glowing blue eyes and all, but all I can do is shudder with worry. Sara is clearly toying with us. Does she want revenge on me for abandoning the early humans who worshiped me so long ago? Didn't she see, via my memories, how it pained me to make that decision? If she remembers, I even said yesterday that I had messed up! I had intended to return every now and again to check on them, but in my error, I was unable to do so.
"Megan, how about we do our homework for now?" Davis suggests, "We may as well try to keep busy while we wait for Sara to be ready to reveal her master plan..."
I was about to argue that we should be trying once again to find some way out of here when I recognized the futility of doing so. The very definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result, after all. Plus, stopping Sara wouldn't be any easier outside than in here, so it makes sense to simply wait and see. "Yeah, I guess... and perhaps a game or two after that." I respond, nodding reluctantly.
My boyfriend and I climb over Sara's huge legs, which is easier said than done with them crossed in front of her, to get to our backpacks that contain our homework for the day. The giant blonde tucks her legs to her body, almost like an upright fetal position, before we turn to head back and get started on it, which at least makes things easier. The wall between the living room and kitchen reappears, and I hear the washing machine kicking in on its own in the laundry room...
We work away at our homework soon afterward, occasionally glancing at Sara to see what she's up to. Every time we do, she smiles and waves at me or Davis. We finish our assignments for the day by the time I hear the washing machine finish and the dryer start, so we kill some time by trying out this game called the Special Land of the Dragon: Shattering Future, based on a story of the same name. In some ways, it reminds me of our current predicament, though Sara's definitely not a cyborg... as far as I can tell, anyway.
Nearly an hour later, Sara announces, "Now, my friends, witness the next step in my plans! This is going to be big!" and with that, she raises her hands to the ceiling over her head and braces herself as she begins to grow. Davis and I watch as she crouches down more and more, letting her enormous, expanding breasts hang freely from her chest, her golden blonde hair cascading down along either side of her face and past her widening shoulders, while her creamy, ever-broader back begins to press into the ceiling. Her unrelenting figure brings drywall and wood crashing down around her, yet it completely avoids Davis and I without me having to will it to. The sound of splintering wood plays with the sound of Sara's bones cracking as they gain ever more mass like a duet most would rather not be hearing... yet we've front row seats to it.
"This is your plan?!" Davis asks in disbelief, "Outgrowing your own home?!"
Sara giggles as her head breaches the attic, the river of gold slipping up into the hole in the ceiling she just created as she continues to rise, and replies, "Only the most obvious part of it, Davis. Haven't you ever watched Attack of the 50 ft Woman before? This is a classic element!" She thrashes the rest of the ceiling with her lengthening arms, clearing more room for herself as she begins to stand in earnest. I can see her feet sliding across the debris-covered carpet without care as to what they run into in their expansion, as well as her long, smooth legs stretching longer and higher with each passing second.
Whatever is left of the living room ceiling fades out of existence, allowing me and Davis the ability to see Sara's entire giant, naked body pressing against the roof of her home. Her huge kneecaps advance towards us as she bends her knees, her growth not relenting in the slightest, bracing for the moment of freedom. Above, her big blue eyes' glow illuminates the darkness, showing her swelling head is indeed right up into the peak of the roof... If her transformation was anything like my awakening, then she's very clearly playing this up for dramatics, waiting for the right moment to break free.
That moment soon comes. With one almighty heave, Sara straightens her legs and breaks the roof apart as though it were made of paper mache, her body soon widening the hole she made as she ascends further into the deep red of the evening sky. Her curvy hips and ass break past the roof line before, at last, her growth concludes. However, she brings her arms together and hammers the rest of the roof around her apart. "Huh. I was kind of hoping that 25'5" would be enough to simply step out of this house..." the golden blonde giantess remarks before shrugging shoulders the width of a basketball player's height, "Oh well. This is still awesome!"
With the house in ruins, I shout, "What possible reason could you have to wreck your home like this? You're not freaking Wreck-It Ralph! You are no friend of mine!"
This caught her attention. "Oh Megan..." she starts, "I think I've played this charade long enough. It is time for the final act!"
Before I can react, Sara dives her huge hands into the remains of her family's living room, picking me up like a doll. The glow of her eyes seems to turn ominous, and even her hair blowing in the wind, the light playing with it like a cat playing with a string, does little to ease my... well, uneasiness. Still, her body is just as magnificent as ever, the proportions entirely unchanged, just many times larger. "So let me guess. Now you destroy me, claim my power as your own, and then conquer the world. All for your revenge. Before you do the deed, I want to know why wait until now to do this, and why involve Davis?"
"Hmm. Nice guess." Sara answers, "Too bad it's so totally and utterly incorrect." and before I could ask, she shoves me between her massive boobs and hugs me like a child hugs a teddy bear, catching me entirely off guard. From what I can glimpse of her face, she's... smiling? With my powers, I can sense that my boyfriend is feeling the same thing I am at the moment in the giantess' embrace, just shy of having the life squeezed out.
The dryer buzzer goes off, and Sara finally relents on her hug. "And now... my plans are... complete! Thank you, and goodnight!" she announces, setting me down onto what remains of the roof with the same level of care one would an egg and then taking a bow.
Okay, now I'm confused. All of this... was an act? I can feel Sara's barriers on all the exits dispersing, which from the huge hole she created, I witness Davis taking advantage of to get out with both our things. I start to focus on her clothes when I feel her suppress it. "I can handle this, Megan." she says. Indeed, I watch as her bra and panties appear, gaining enough material to properly fit before finally covering her body. Her outfit from this morning follows suit, at last rendering her fully clothed, though as usual, said clothes leave little of her curves to the imagination. Finally, I see her rise about a foot taller as her favorite set of heels adorn her feet.
I teleport down to where my boyfriend is standing outside just before Sara wades through her house to get out. I will the building to repair itself just enough that it still stands for now. "So... what's the truth, Sara?" Davis asks curiously, "Are you even Sara? Is your sister... like this, too?"
The giant blonde takes a few steps towards us and kneels. "Audrey's as normal as an aspiring florist can be. And while in a way I'm far older than her, I'm still calling her my older sister." Sara responds, "I'm Sara Mars, and I'm a demigoddess. I was born to the early humans that had worshiped Megan until she left them. They felt lost without her, and some even felt she had callously abandoned them. Eventually, the head priest believed he found a ritual of sorts that could channel their goddess into a willing vessel."
"And you were to be that vessel?"
"I volunteered, believing it to be worth my life to call her back. However, we couldn't have known that Megan's soul already resided within another girl somewhere. So I ended up becoming a demigoddess, a being almost as powerful, but... they were disappointed that I wasn't what they had hoped for."
So Sara had mostly told me the truth, then. "I'm so sorry..." I apologize.
"It's okay. I mean, I would've never met my best friend if this never happened, I gained some new experiences including an old one thanks to all that's happened, and... I did get you back for messing with my body." Sara replies, sticking her tongue out teasingly on the latter point, "Come now. You didn't really think I would buy the same story you gave Yasmin, did you?"
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