A Portentous Thought - Part 1 (Commission for AfterSharkStash)

TAGS: Hyper/Hyper Growth, Expansion/Inflation, Unexplained Growth, Growthlust

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The unwinding was always the best part of her day. After the humdrum of office life, the utter nightmare that was the public transportation system, and all the assorted madness that came with living in a big city, Maia could at least find solace in knowing she could walk through that door, greet the colossal snake on the other side, and enjoy a few hours of expert, personalized treatment. She was, after all, a repeat customer, and a very valued one as Morgan insisted on reminding her; they didn’t offer that sort of treatment just to anyone, the snake kept repeating, almost as if words would in any way magnify the pleasure felt by the actions themselves. Maia didn’t particularly care, though not necessarily out of apathy or malice; it just so happened that when one’s body was puffed up and inflated to the point where it couldn’t move on its own, and had to be nestled in the seemingly endless coils of a snake with a hypnotizing gaze, thinking about anything in particular was noticeably harder than it was in everyday life. For Maia in particular, it was a chance of living out some of her harder-to-fulfill fantasies; while she was nothing if not quite blessed when it came to her curves, thanks mostly to Morgan’s own actions, she was still a mouse, and with that came a significant disadvantage compared to everyone around her: height. It hardly mattered that she had plentiful pudge to grab when she couldn’t be proactivate about it; hence, having Morgan fill her tits and ass out to the point where they’d get stuck in doors, as well as turning her belly into a car-sized bump capable of tearing through any clothes she forgot to take off, was an experience the mouse gal hungered for whenever she had the time to think about it. ‘Twas one of the few occasions where she got to feel legitimately big, even if it came at the cost of having no mobility whatsoever. For Maia, however, this hardly mattered; the point of doing it with Morgan was that the snake could coil under and around her, turning themselves into an immense, slithery, and surprisingly warm bed all things considered. Still, that day was a wistful one, and as the growth came to a halt, with the mouse having been granted a pair of tits slightly larger than even the usual, all Maia could do was stare down at that bust and sigh, prompting a cocking of an eyebrow on Morgan’s part.

“You know what it is,” Maia preemptively explained, noticing the quizzical look, “I’ve complained about it enough, I don’t think you want to hear me complain about how tiny I am again.”

“Honey, please,” Morgan replied, rolling her eyes while tightening her coils somewhat, “you come here to unwind, I won’t be having any of that. Go on and vent, tell your dearest friend Morgan what’s bugging you.”

“... well, if you insist” - Maia was stuck looking at her tits and wondering about things that might be too much for her to notice the odd tone Morgan had took - “It’s just… you know, look at these! Look at me! I got enough tits to boobhat anyone at the office, but I still need to ask for help getting stuff from some of the taller filing cabinets. It feels…”

“Off-balance?”

“Asymmetrical. Is that a word? I feel like that’s a word… I dunno, I just wish I could actually sneak up on someone and plop my tits on their head without having to ask someone else to pick me up. I don’t think that’s too much to ask, is it?”

It wasn’t the first time Maia had complained about this, nor would it be the last. Morgan, however, was not one to settle for leaving her preferred playthings to go on living through life with such regrets, not when she had plenty of tricks up her non-existent sleeves to employ on such occasions. Platitudes were offered, reassurances were given, and the two, as usual, spent a couple of hours being huge before Maia was returned to her original size and turned to face the door, putting her clothes back on before she accidentally exposed herself to the world again. It was only when the mouse was about to walk out that Morgan struck, using her coiled body to launch herself forward, grab onto the tinier mouse… and then turn her head around so the two could share a kiss together. It happened quickly enough that Maia couldn’t react in time, and even when she came to understand what was happening, the smaller of the two didn’t exactly think to break it; after all, the two had just got done doing something far more scandalous than merely exchanging a kiss, making it entirely unsurprising that Morgan wanted to get a last smooch in. At no point did Maia stop to ponder why this had never happened before, or what significance such an act could have; instead, she was simply thinking about getting back home, drawing a bath, and then going to bed to prepare for a new day. There was an audit coming to the office in a week or so, and while normally the workplace wouldn’t exactly care until a couple of days beforehand (if that much), as the current head for her department, it fell on her to make sure her boss didn’t have any shit rolling uphill, a boss who insisted on doing everything with as much advance time as possible, locking them all in an endless series of meetings, filings, and, in Maia’s case, so much paperwork that she could drown in it. Thus it was that, when she got to the office the next day, she had become the bearer of one of the most dreadful scowls ever seen by mortalkind, along with everyone else in her department; having to clock in about ten minutes before their usual time just because someone was coming to check if their binders were properly sorted felt like a waste, especially with how much stress it generated. The mouse gal couldn’t even resort to the same methods as her coworkers, stuck as they were in cubicles from which they could effectively do nothing as long as no one walked in; herself, she had to deal with the constant parade of emails and emergency communiqués, and with a loud, pained sigh, she thus sat down for yet another shift of being bored out of mind. Only after doing so, however, did Maia notice something was definitely off about it: the seat was off-balance again. She sighed, grumbling something about pneumatics under her breath as she leaned to the side to find where the lever was; as was customary, as soon as her hand was on it, she hopped onto the ground for a short bit so she could raise the chair up properly… except that time, she didn’t hop. With the same momentary lack of balance that came when one missed the final step on a flight of stairs, Maia found herself with her feet on the ground just a moment before they were supposed to get there. While most would at least wonder just why that was, or how that came to be, Maia was not at all interested in the intricacies of her personal sense of balance, deciding to chalk it up to “something that happened” before getting back on the chair; given how short she was, and how she’d just pulled her seat up, she absolutely shouldn’t have then also felt her feet firmly on the ground rather than dangling off the edge, but it wasn’t as if she could be growing out of nowhere. It was a silly thought, so silly that Maia found absolutely no difficulty in shoving it aside; her body becoming bigger was something that happened when she was alone with Morgan, not out there in the “real” world. She was, unfortunately, not a grower, hence her constant issues with her size, and as much as the mouse gal would’ve liked for this to mean that she was suddenly undergoing a growth spurt, this was little more than wishful thinking and she knew it. Surely it wouldn’t be that far-fetched to just assume that she had a rough night because of all the stress and had merely misjudged the chair’s height at first, followed by the damned thing not working properly and keeping her stuck at the same height as before. Thus, when Maia got up to get something from a filing cabinet and the ground was suspiciously further away from her than usual, this really didn’t register with her. As far as she was concerned, things were exactly where they were meant to be, and anything else was secondary to getting the paperwork done for the day, or at least finding a good enough excuse to avoid having to do busywork. Indeed, it was precisely this desire that drove her to do something absolutely deranged: find an excuse to leave her workspace and go somewhere else to pretend to do something valuable there. She simply didn’t have anything to actually accomplish; most of her work was done already, and she’d be damned before she spent eight hours going through typos on accountancy reports (again), leaving her with nothing but the dreaded records room. Of all the places, stuffing herself in between shelves loaded with binders would at least give her something of an alibi, and it was enough of a change in venue that it might, potentially, allow Maia to stave off her boredom for a longer while. Curiously, however, her coworkers seemed to be paying a lot more attention to her than they usually did when she left her office; not that she was a stranger to lurid stares (there was a reason she wore form-fitting clothing rather than anything more modest), but most typically didn’t stop whatever they were midway through doing in order to turn their heads and gawk at her with wide-open eyes. It was probably the skirt; Maia figured that, since it had been a while since she last wore that, and that the previous night had Morgan puff her up to a larger-than-usual size, then maybe that had some kind of effect she just didn’t notice. Maybe her butt was slightly plumper, who knew? She certainly didn’t, nor did she notice anything at all was wrong when she tapped the shoulder of Jenny, one of her coworkers responsible for the records room, and found herself at eye-level with them. Now, Jenny wasn’t small; in fact, one could say that she was actually slightly above average, going near to six feet in height and still wearing heels on top of this. Maia, on most occasions, usually ended up staring at their tits whenever the two had a conversation, which made it somewhat awkward when the mouse gal stared straight ahead and saw two actual eyes instead. It should’ve set off a myriad of alarm bells in her head, but instead, all it did was make her wonder why Jenny was so short; probably wasn’t wearing heels, despite how easy it was to disprove this by just looking down.

“Hey uh, I need to get into the records room to uh… check… something” - smooth - “So just, I dunno, write down that I went there or something, if Bill asks tell him I had to look up something about the accounting balance for last year’s second trimester or whatever you think he wants to hear.”

With that, Maia turned and kept walking, not even bothering to give her friend time to react, not even giving herself time to notice how Jenny was so shocked that they couldn’t even get a word in edgewise despite her usually being a motormouth. It was just too much work, noticing the changes, and there was already enough on her plate to have to also concern herself with something as utterly mundane as becoming taller, when she already went through expansive periods on her time off. It was only when she got to the records room itself, then tried to get in, that her brain had to confront the reality of it, because that was the thing: she tried to get in.

Success, however, was not the word of the day, not when her progress was halted by something getting stuck on the doorway. Maia’s first reaction was to tut, let out an annoyed grunt, then turn back to, presumably, pull part of her skirt off of whatever random piece of wood it got stuck on. The last thing she was expecting to see was an ass that had grown big enough to push heavily against both sides of the threshold, but alas, that was exactly what she got. It took the mouse a moment or two before her brain was allowed to process what it was seeing, during which she had very little to do but keep on staring and absorbing all that delicious information that her eyes insisted on giving her. There it was, her butt, about half as large as it had been back during her last session with Morgan: not so big that it would force her to waddle, but already big enough to be a serious impediment to her regular movement, especially considering it was very much proportional the extra height she bore. In fact, it was then and there, when the sudden change forced its way through to the forefront of Maia’s mind, that she became aware that the whole world had a significantly different look all of a sudden, as if she wasn’t looking up at everything from a disadvantaged position. She tried rubbing her eyes of course, even pinching herself, all the tropes; it was the only thing she could think to do, stuck as she was in what was clearly a dream. She didn’t grow on her own, so what she was looking at was either her imagination… or the office was going to have to call an ambulance, because she was obviously hallucinating. Nonetheless, she was stuck, so regardless of what the truth was, she had to push; thankfully, the space around her was cramped enough that there were plenty of things to hold onto, bolted onto the nearest wall and yet groaning oh-so-wonderfully as she sunk her fingers into them and tried to dislodge herself. All the while, her eyes were rapidly darting from one part of herself to another; now, with greater clarity, it was obvious that she was taller, even if her proportions (apart from her rear) hadn’t actually changed… but the strangest part was that her clothes, too, hadn’t gotten any tighter on her, at least until she got stuck in door; her skirt definitely felt like it tugged on her form significantly more than before, which brought to mind a great many question about just what had been happening to her. Was she growing alongside with her attire, no matter how ridiculous that sounded? Was the height thing entirely separate from her getting a fatter ass, and she just happened to luck out on two astronomically unlikely events taking place at the same time? Whatever the case, she had more important things to worry about, such as finally getting her rump unstuck from the damned door; with a handful of people already staring at what was happening, not that Maia was aware of it course, the mouse grunted and gasped her way into near-immobility, her arms growing increasingly tired until she could no longer push at all, leaving her well and truly stuck with one half of her body in the record room, and the other half still dug in on the outside of it. That is, until she felt herself growing hotter, and very suddenly smashed her head against the ceiling; with a short yelp, Maia brought her hand up to massage what was likely to be a bump already forming, while her one open eye immediately began scanning her body for further signs of alteration. Just as before, her clothes had changed to fit this new size, effortlessly stretching out and apparently producing fabric from absolutely nowhere… apart from her skirt, which, despite its best effort, could certainly keep up with her height, but not the sheer heft of both her asscheeks. Thankfully for Maia, the sudden burst had gifted her with enough size down in that department that the door to the records room was actually broken, shattered really as her bottom pushed hard enough to crack both the wooden frame and part of the wall around it! It would’ve been embarrassing, and indeed part of Maia still had to come to terms with her body deciding to go haywire like that, but the ability to just outright burst through an opening like that… well, it wasn’t altogether unpleasant, at least not to her mind in the state that it was in. Even when she tumbled forward, lost her balance to momentum, and promptly toppled over, Maia couldn’t help but feel like having an ass big enough to make that happen was some sort of blessing in disguise; though, given when happened on impact, it wasn’t just her behind that the mouse gal would have to worry about. For flopping on the floor didn’t hurt nearly as much as it should have, on account of there being something there to help cushion her; or, rather, two somethings, on account of her already-full bust suddenly deciding that it should spontaneously add multiple cup sizes to itself. By that point, this was hardly surprising, and indeed, Maia couldn’t help but roll her eyes at it once she became aware of the change; so much time spent with Morgan that now the mouse’s ability to reason with reality had been affected to the extent that she saw an inexplicable transformation as par for the course. Hell, maybe it was Morgan’s fault; for all Maia knew, the snake had decided to turn her into something best resembling her dream form through some arcane ritual, prepared in advance and unleashed upon an unsuspecting, poor little mouse. That the final kiss was entirely out of the ordinary didn’t cross Maia’s mind, seeing as by then, she had to start worrying about pushing shelving out of the way and causing a domino effect to take out most of the record room’s contents. Getting up, however, was bound to cause damage regardless, as not only was she tall enough to need to hunch over slightly, but her ass was… significant, to say the least. Trying to turn around wouldn’t just push a shelf over, it’d probably bend the metal it was made of through sheer impact alone, and given how much of her chest her tits covered now, the same could be said for her bust. It was funny, in that odd, cosmic manner which wasn’t at all funny in the slightest: she’d just wriggled free from the doorframe, only to find herself stuck again in an entirely different manner. But that wouldn’t do; she couldn’t just stay there in the records room for the rest of her life, she had things to do! Much as she hated the busywork, her job was still there, and if she didn’t leave that cramped space, then how would she get to be with Morgan later and maybe, potentially, if she remembered it, ask the snake what their motives were? And besides, had she not told them that she would’ve loved to be able to boobhat someone properly? It was the absolute last thing she should be thinking about, but there it was, bubbling in her mind as Maia looked down at her breasts, tried to heave them, and found herself expending far more energy than usual, being forced to bite her lip to keep the moan forming within to escape. To hell with the shelving, she was getting out; sure, this meant turning around and promptly initiating a cascading failure of toppling binders, but that hardly mattered when matters of higher importance were on the line! Pushing everything side, Maia soon found herself right in front of the door, a grin on her face, a lot of lewd thoughts in her head, and the wide eyes of her coworkers on the other side; it was a scenario she’d envisioned in her mind plenty of times before, perhaps even an unhealthy amount of times, and one that she finally, at long last, would get to experience. Granted, doing so would likely lead to a disciplinary hearing and some quaint platitudes about not fucking around with people’s spines, but what did the Board know? Hell, what did HR know, being stuck in their dingy little offices until they were told they could bring the book out? She was going to have some fun, even if it was laced with a non-insignificant amount of panic on account of her transformation still being entirely unexplained. For extra points, she managed to pull off a proper entrance as well, anchoring both hands on opposite sides of the doorframe and slowly pushing herself through, by that point tall and wide enough that even her enormous rump managed to get by with only minimal hassle. She thus emerged onto a frightened, and in no uncertain terms aroused crowd, with multiple sets of eyes openly ogling her new form, visibly tracing her curves until they remembered they weren’t supposed to be doing it; upon this realization, they did their best to look away… only to almost immediately look back for the cycle to restart all over again. It was a perfect opportunity for the mouse gal to indulge in some of the kinks she’d never had the chance to, hence why one of the first things she tried to do was turn towards Jenkins, one of the new hires, and sashay towards him so she could plop her tits on top of his head; try, because her body certainly wasn’t going to work on the schedule she determined for it, but rather whatever the hell it wanted to do. And what it felt like, at that exact moment, was casually dropping another couple of feet onto Maia’s frame, which brought her from just tall enough to seriously loom over everyone around her, to approaching the higher ceiling of the main office area, along with the sound of clothes ripping apart filling the air. For a brief, merciful moment, the mouse gal assumed that her attire had finally run its course, and that suddenly jumping that much space upwards had surely left them unable to adapt; of course, she knew the truth, and it only took looking back at her immense, couch-smothering rear for her to be able to tell her suspicions were just as correct as her hopes were wrong. And of course, just as she was too busy looking back, of course the seams on her shirt began to tear open once her tits burgeoned outwards as well, providing a perfect counterbalance as they strained against whatever was left of the fabric and that one, extremely resistant button that was already buried on all sides by soft breastflesh… all while its brothers plinked off whatever surfaces they were projected onto, a couple embedding themselves into cubicle walls or the ceiling with small puffs of dust. Luckily, Maia didn’t trip over, though not from lack of trying; her balance was so affected that it took a convenient couple of people being there just at grabbing her for her to keep from splattering over her front, and even then she ended up with her cleavage having absorbed the head of one of her senior accountants, who just so happened to be the one woman in the office for whom that experience was significantly more welcome than all the others. Maia could feel the moaning as well, even if she couldn’t hear it… that, and the unashamed licking, which caused her to flinch backwards, promptly trip, and flatten poor Jenkins underneath her wide rear.