Test Subjects

Test Subjects.

Fredrick crossed his arms. "How long does it take to get a working sample ready?"

Martha gulped. "I'm sorry, sir. Things have been a bit delayed since Rebecca umm. . ." She ran her hands through her dark hair. "Well. . ."

Fredrick tapped his foot on the ground. "Since Rebecca what?"

Martha laughed painfully. "Since she went home a few days ago, and some of the prototypes were, umm, missing."

He grabbed Martha by the collar of her lab coat. "How many samples?"

"Umm. . . all of them, sir, except the one I am working on. How she got them, I don't know. Some were not even in her department."

"Ughhhhh!" Fredrick dropped her and slammed his hand against the wall. "Dammit. Do people think they can just take these things home like they are some. . . Ughhh! This is serious work." He turned and narrowed his eyes. "What about you? How is your work coming along?"

"Umm. . ." Martha turned around and looked at the computer. "I might have a sample ready to test here."

"Good."

"But we don't have any volunteers, sir. Who wants to put this experimental drug into their system that could do gods know what?"

Fredrick crossed his arms and tapped his fingers. "I need results, and I need them now, Martha. We are on the verge of the biggest business venture this world has ever seen. If you can't get any volunteers, then you will test this on yourself."

"But—

"No buts." He turned around. "I won't settle for my company not being able to corner the market on this." He formed his hand into a fist. "Potion's R Us will not get the better of me. I will show that crazy magical, filled store of nonsense that science can and will prevail. I will make them obsolete. I will. . ." He looked at Martha. "Ugh, never mind. Just get me the results I want." He walked to the door. "You will be working here until you test your prototype. Understand."

She gulped. "Yes, sir."

"Good. I will give you a great bonus for when the job is done." He smiled. "I am counting on you." He walked out of the room.

Martha gulped. "This is insane. Fredrick is insane." She turned to look at her computer. "And I thought working with giantess blood would be the extent of the craziness I had to put up with here." She sighed. "I need to find a willing test subject and fast." She shook her head. "The serum is ready, but I just. . . I just can't." She looked down at the floor. "Can I?" She tapped her fingers on the side of the table. "If this works, I could possibly grow to the same size as that giantess I helped to take a blood sample from. But if it doesn't. . ." She shook her head. "I don't want to think about that. Ughh."

She walked over to the container with the prototype and opened the case. "Well. . ."

She pulled out the syringe. "Well, I guess since Fredrick is forcing me to stay until I give him results. . ." She sighed. "Hmm, I wouldn't mind a bit of a height increase." She closed her eyes and injected the serum into her arm. "Oww. Christ." She took a deep breath. "I wish I had time to find a volunteer. I hate shots."

She set the syringe on the table. "Ok, well, I guess I'll wait and see what happens."

Martha crossed her arms. "Though I am not sure how I am supposed to monitor my own vitals for this. I should have thought this through a bit more. Hmmm." She tapped her fingers as minutes passed, and nothing happened. Eventually, Martha formed her hands into fists and cried out. "Why isn't this working." She hurried over to her computer. "I studied Sarah's blood extensively. This should be causing a chain reaction in my body to make some kind of cellular growth which should lead to the rest of my body following suit. Why isn't this working?"

She dragged her hand across her face. "Well, I guess I am going to have to start over from square fucking one." She grabbed her cell phone. "Hello? Fredrick? I'm sorry to be giving you some bad news, but the prototype doesn't work."

"What! What kind of nonsense is this?"

She wiped the sweat from her brow. "I'm sorry, sir. I tested it on myself, and there hasn't been any kind of reaction."

"How long will it take you to get a new prototype ready for testing?"

"Not for another week or so. I need to figure out what went wrong and start this process all over again. I can't do this in one night like you want me to." She sighed. "I have to go home, sir, and get some rest. Think this over."

"Then get going. Get that rest. I want this done as quick as I can. And while you are out, find Rebecca. Find the other samples." He hung up.

Martha shook her head. "What does he think I do around here? Dance to his every whim?" She took a deep breath. "Why is it so hot in here?" She sat down in her chair. "Did Carl turn up the humidity or something? Just because we are getting into the holiday season isn't an excuse to try and make me sweat." She shook her head. "I am going to have to have a talk with him. A serious talk."

Her swivel chair moaned as she put her elbow on the table. "Hmm. Is this thing getting old or something? I didn't think I was mistreating it that much." As she looked down, she felt the sides of the chair pressed against her hips. "Oww. What is going on?" Martha winced as her shoes tightened, squeezing her feet. "Ughhh. Seriously." She looked at her computer as it slowly shrank. "You have to be kidding me. My serum. It's working." She laughed. "I did. . . fuck!"

Her toes burst through her shoes. "Ohhh god." She gripped the side of her chair and moaned. "I didn't expect it to feel like this." Martha took deep breaths as her nipples hardened. "How does that Sarah lady deal with this. Fuck."

She took deep breaths as her hips pushed the chair's armrests outward. "My growing body just feels so. . . good." She smiled as her feet burst through her shoes. "Ohhh." Martha flexed her toes. "That is so much better. Now, if I can just. . . break this chair." She winced as the chair groaned in agony against her swelling hips before finally snapping apart. "Yes!"

Her eyes widened as it snapped beneath her new weight. "Opps." She giggled. "Well then."

She made her way to her feet and dusted herself off. "At least this lab coat is loose fitting." She sighed as she held her arms out in front of her. "Or it was." The sleeves of her outfit now clung tightly to her arms as her coat began to press against her sensitive skin. "Ohh, if this gets any tighter. . ." She moaned. "I don't know what I am going to do." She closed her eyes. "My pants are bad enough."

Martha shook her head as she looked at the door. "I need to focus. Ohhh. If I keep growing, I will be trapped in here." Her nipples began to push against her bra. "Ugh, and I don't need to be stuck growing in this room." She giggled. "Though it could be. . ." She slammed her hands on her legs. "No, no. Stop it." Her head brushed against the ceiling. "Just because everything is so very, very sensitive right now doesn't mean I should give into temptation and become trapped. I need to get out of here."

Martha fell onto her hands and knees. "If I squeeze through that door, I should be able to exit the building before things get too out of hand." She moaned as her pants began to rip apart. "There is a window in the next room that I can break and jump down to the street. I am only on the first floor, after all."

She crawled across the floor and up to the door. Using her enlarged hand, she pushed the door open, but with her new strength, she knocked the oak door off its hinges. "Opps."

She giggled. "Well, I guess that means more room for me." She pushed her head and shoulders through. "I will just have to blame this on Rebecca as well. I don't need Fredrick finding out I wrecked his door growing like this." Her pants suddenly ripped apart, the release of pressure bringing a smile to her face and causing her to kick out. "Ohh, yes. Finally." Martha winced as she heard a loud crash behind her. When she turned her head to see what it was, she noticed she had just smashed her computer. "Oh fuck. That isn't good."

She turned her head. "Well, I will worry about that later. But, for now, I have to. . ." She winced as she felt the door frame tighten against her hips. "Oh nooo. Ohhhh!"

The growing pressure caused her to moan. "Ohh fuck I need to do something." She dragged her hand across the ground, ripping the carpet out of the floor. "Ugh, this feels so good." The fabric on her lab coat began to tear apart. "Ok, think. Ohh, think." She put her elbows on the ground and tapped her feet on the ceiling in the other room. "What am I going to do?"

"Let's see. I get the reports to Barry and—" Carl looked up to see Martha's enlarged form. "Holy conolie." He threw the papers in his hands into the air. "That giantess they had locked up escaped."

Martha reached forward and grabbed Carl. "No, you fool. It's me. Martha."

She sighed as she watched him shiver. "Why are you doing that?"

"I have never been held by a woman before. You are not going to hurt me, are you?"

She laughed. "No, of course not. I wouldn't dare." She smiled. "Though I do like being able to hold you like this. It is kind of cool. I think I could get used to my new size." She looked at the doorway. "Well, if I ever get out of here."

Carl gulped. "Well, that is all well and good. But I have things to do, Martha. So can you put me down?" He winced as her growing hand tightened around his body. "Besides, your hand is started to squeeze."

"Oh, sorry." She giggled. "I am having a bit of a growing issue, and it is hard for me to judge my strength. Look, I will let you go if you promise me two things. Ohhhh." Her eyes rolled toward her sockets as her coat burst open. "That feels so much better, baby."

Carl nodded his dark-skinned head. "Anything."

"Frist, you don't tell anyone about this little incident. I am not going to be shoved into a room for study." She narrowed her eyes. "I can study these effects on my own terms, thank you very much."

"Of course." He pushed against her fingers. "Can you loosen your grip again?"

"Sorry." She took a deep breath and used her elbow to push herself upward as her breasts brushed against the ground. "Ohh fuck. I am running out of room fast." She felt her back touch the ceiling. "Ughh. Ohhh." Martha sighed. "Ok, the other thing is helping me get out of this doorway."

"But how?"

Martha couldn't hold herself up any longer and lowered herself onto her sensitive breasts. "Ohh." She took a deep breath. "I can feel the walls giving way to my growing body.

Just come up here and try to knock them down so I can pull my hips through."

"But what if the entire building collapses on top of me?"

"Then you should be happy that you have a giantess to hide under." She winked.

Carl laughed. "Umm ya. I guess so." He sighed and looked at the ceiling.

"I will try my best."

"Great." She gently set him down. "I really appreciate it." She watched as Carl slowly walked over to her. "If there is anything I can ever do for you, please just say it."

"Just don't speak of this. If my wife found out I was helping a giant woman like this, she would kill me." He gulped. "Especially a giant woman whose breasts I can easily see."

Martha blushed. "I umm. . ." She looked down at her chest, noticing her lab coat in tatters and her bra barely coving her boobs. "I am not trying to expose myself; I swear. Ohhh." She moaned as her breasts pressed against the floor. "I am so sorry for this."

"Sure." Carl pushed against the wall. "Sure, you are."

"I swear. Look, this sudden growth is just very overwhelming." She sighed. "Thank you, though."

"No problem." He laughed. "Hey. The wall is very weak. I think you softened it up." With a grunt, he knocked it over. "There you go."

Martha sighed. "That feels much better." She stretched her body. "Ahh, yes.

I think I can make a mad dash for the window now."

Carl held up his arms. "Hey, wait. Let me get out of the way." He turned around and ran down the hallway. "Don't crush me, please."

She laughed, waiting for him to run around the corner. "Don't worry. I wouldn't dare hurt you or anyone else. I don't want to use my size for anything other than testing purposes." She lowered her voice as she began to crawl forward. "And maybe some personal pleasure." She moaned, initially rubbing her breasts against the ground. "It does feel nice to be this big. And I do have to say having the room close in on me isn't that bad." She giggled as she neared the window. "Having everything press in on me as I grow is oddly satisfying."

Martha smiled as she finally reached the window, using her massive hand to flick the window out of its frame. "Well, this is it." She sighed. "Once I slip outside, I will be free to grow until my size stabilizes. Then I can do my tests. Hughhh." She shook her head as her back began to press against the ceiling and her feet against the wall. "Well, maybe I can wait here a bit longer and enjoy this. I think I can force my way out easily enough." She giggled as she pressed her hand against the ceiling. "Aww, the room is becoming so tiny." She giggled. "What am I to do?"

Suddenly her head burst through the ceiling. "What the hell?" Fredrick turned to stare Martha in the face as well as half a dozen other men and women. "What is going on?"

Martha's face turned bright red. "Fredrick. Sir. I umm. . ."

He crossed his arms. "I thought you said your potion had no effects." The others in the room backed away towards the door. "Why did you lie to me?"

"I wasn't lying. When I last spoke, nothing had happened, sir. I. . ." She gulped, knowing that he would surely lock her into a room for testing. "I have things to do, sir."

"What?"

She twisted around and used her legs to create an even larger hole in the side of the building. "I will see you tomorrow." Martha tried to slide out of the building, but her hips became stuck once again. "Ugh fuck." She slammed her hand onto the ground. "Why does this keep happening?"

Fredrick walked to the edge of the hole she had created. "You have some pay cuts coming for the damages you have caused, Martha."

She pressed against the side of the building. "I will make sure to pay them as soon as possible." The foundation of the building groaned. "And I will get you those test results, I promise."

"Martha!"

Suddenly she shot out of the building and slammed into the building across the street. "Oww." She took a deep breath as she dusted loose bricks off her body. "That hurt." She looked at her body imprint in the building and picked up her torn bra. "Well, great. What am I going to do now?" She shook her head. "Well, I can't stay here." She looked at the ground and the cars that veered out of the way to avoid hitting her feet. "I need to find a place where I won't cause accidents." She carefully made her way down the street. "I also need to find a way to get some testing done. I want to study this." She shook her head. "But first, I need some rest. I have been worked to the bone all day. I need some me time." She giggled. "And some giantess me time sounds perfect."

***

Fredrick crossed his arms. "This is unacceptable." He turned to look at the other members of the board. "Do you hear me!"

They nodded in agreement. "Yes, sir!"

Fredrick paced back and forth. "We need Martha back here and pronto. I want to know how her growth was caused so we can mass-produce it. I want her blood. I want her skin samples. I want her everything." He narrowed her eyes. "Do you understand me? No one is to rest until that giantess is back here for study." He slammed his foot onto the ground. "So, what are you fools standing around here for."

They all gulped. "Sorry, sir." They all rushed out of the door.

He sighed. "I thought things would be easier once I got Sarah's blood. Unfortunately, it is still a shit show."