Monstrous Inflation: Chapter Two

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Kimiko huffed, puffing out her cheeks with air.

"Damn it, damn it, I'm going to be late, I'm going to be late!"

Kimiko rushed to get ready, her white socks on already, although she was still in the process of dragging on her orange cheerleading outfit. She hadn't been a fan of the black lines on it, defining the team logo, when she'd first joined the squad, but it had grown on her. It was nice that her black hair, bouncing merrily in a ponytail at that very moment, set it off too.

In other words, she matched. But she wasn't the best at being ready on time, even in her college cheerleading squad. The stakes were high and her body rang with lean, mean muscle, the long lines of her, however petite, body often on show as she flipped through the air. Of course, Kimiko had always wanted to be a "flyer," even though that was a term that most who weren't into cheerleading would have known about.

But it was the one thing keeping her going through college and who could have known there were scholarships for those who took part in cheerleading too? It was as difficult for her to work out and through as it was for someone going for a more academic-focused scholarship, and she had to maintain a certain grade, of course, but it was well within the scope of her abilities.

As she smoothed down her outfit, checking everything was in place in front of the mirror, her lips tightened, pressing together into a thinner, harder line than usual. It would have taken a much more detached person to not see what was happening in the news reports, though even Kimiko had not believed it at first. Who would honestly believe that people were randomly growing giant arms, breasts...and even pussies too? Some of the reports were downright obscene, showing women waddling around with fat, swollen sexes between their legs. Even if they were blurred on the screens and pictures, once they'd burst through their clothes, it was still obvious just how thick they were, how lewd it had all become.

Some had grown taller too and they said it was a mutagen in the water supply that was causing it, the only tell a slight, blue sheen to the water when pouring a glass or bathing in it. Many, many people had already flocked to the supermarkets already to purchase bottled water, but, of course, there were rumours too about that being contaminated also. It seemed like nothing was safe. There were reports too of a wafting, purple-blue cloud floating above the city, spreading further and further across the country like a swarm of insects. Yet the swarm did not devour, apparently, but changed every person irrevocably.

At least, that depended on what a person believed. There were so many rumours and confusing reports going around that Kimiko didn't know what to believe. It didn't appear to be something anyone could avoid and she'd seen just how strange frenzies could spread in earlier health scares. Even if she'd been freaked out by some of the earlier reports, she hadn't wanted to believe them and shut out most of what she heard, as much as other students at the college chattered. Even if they were adults away from home, a range of ages, she still kind of felt more mature than some, even if she was only eighteen.

"Okay, okay," she muttered to herself, tugging her skirt down in the mirror, though her stomach lurched uncomfortably. "Today is not the day to have a breakdown, Kimiko, don't worry about all that. It's just some crazy stuff that's never going to involve you and is never for you to worry about."

She tried to shake it off as a wave of dizziness overcame her and she tipped sideways, bracing herself on the wall of the locker room, stepping back and away from the mirror.

"Ugh..." She tried to say, though the words came thickly and slowly from her mouth, her throat tightening. "What is... I can't be sick today, no."

If Kimiko had still been looking in the mirror, she would have seen the twitching pulses in her throat, as if the veins in her body were thickening and pulsating. There was something there, something under her skin.

Ignoring the discomfort and shoving down her unease, she turned to the exit of the locker rooms, taking a breath, though every breath came with increasing unsteadiness. She wobbled and cried out sharply as a jabbing pain lanced into her stomach, swiftly spreading to every limb and her extremities.

Oh no...

Kimiko heaved, her stomach rolling, though it didn't feel quite as if she was going to be sick. Not even as horror dawned upon her, a cold sweat breaking out on her skin, lips agape in a ragged cry as she realised exactly what was happening to her.

Everything had been true.

And there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Kimiko pressed a hand to her stomach, blinking rapidly, though there seemed to be too much moisture in her eyes. With a lurching, staggering gait, she forced her body into a limping run, hobbling along the way, as if she no longer even remembered how to command control over her own body.

"Unff... Ngghh..."

She tried to talk and tried to shout, yet all that came out of her mouth was a strangled, rasping cry, even if she didn't recognise it as such. All that was in her mind was the need to warn the others, her friends, about what was coming, to get them away. If she could say something to them, maybe they'd be safe and perhaps they'd be able to get away. In the end, however, that would be a futile, false hope.

Yet Kimiko, despite not understanding, was already so far gone that she wasn't trying to warn the other girls at all, but was striving, already, to infect them. The virus warped her mind, twisting her inclinations, so she thought she was doing good, even as her pussy throbbed and ached, her clit pulsating faintly under the barrier of her clothes. But there was nothing good to come of the virus, now that it had been unleashed by an unwitting patient zero, as it spread across a wider range still.

I have to warn them, I've got to tell them, I've got to say something to them... If I can only get to them.

A stream of blurred consciousness ran through her mind, though no thoughts lingered for all that long, not as she pressed on, every step coming with a greater pound of difficulty. Her body rippled, muscles bulging slightly, though it was more her overall shape that changed without her consent. She huffed and heaved, too much saliva filling her mouth as a sheen of it glinted at the corners of her lips, grass under her trainers. Kimiko, however, didn't even notice the change from concrete to grass as she raced for the gym, the building rising before her, crossing where people often sat and enjoyed their lunch.

She ignored the sunshine splashing her skin as she ran, the thundering pound of her feet slapping the ground seeming to echo back up through her in a dull reverberation. She heaved for breath as her spine stretched, allowing her body to remain somewhat in proportion as the virus took hold within her, though it didn't matter that Kimiko was not even aware of what was happening. Her body was changing either way, her hips aching as they billowed out, her chest filling and spilling forward against her bra and orange cheerleading top, overfilling the fabric.

Her lungs strained, gaping against reality. With her breasts and hips widening, thickening with the swell of transformation, her body shifted into an exaggerated hourglass shape, her centre of balance off from where it had been, so she lurched and nearly fell. The moment before she connected with the grass, however, she caught herself and lumbered back up again, every breath raking through her lungs as she headed for the gym, twenty metres from the door.

Kimiko groaned, the long, low sound rolling from the back of her throat, though the din in her ears rendered it obsolete to her. She could have cried out and she could have screamed, although there was no use in any of it. Even her scalp itched and prickled, the tie of her ponytail a little looser than it had been, as her waist thickened too. With the over-sizing of her chest and hips, however, that didn't stand out in the slightest as she panted, skidding into the gym with a strangely heavy sense of exhaustion resting over her.

The weight on her almost had Kimiko bowing forwards and collapsing to the ground, though there was nothing to be done about it, not as she gargled a muted whine and blinked furiously. The gym and practice court swam before her, watery and blurred as if she was seeing it, indeed, from underwater or through a distorted lens. That didn't stop her at all, no, not as her friends raised their hands -- Danni and Nikki raising their hands.

"Hey, Kimiko!" Nikki said, though her brow furrowed a little, lips parted in an obvious expression of concern. "What's going on? Why're you so late? Are you... Are you okay?"

She was taller than Kimiko, though it wasn't hard for her to be, her blonde hair loose and a tie around her wrist. It looked like Nikki had been just about to tie it back, her hair lightly wavy and her blue eyes bright, though Kimiko didn't notice it. Danni, the tallest of them with a bust to match, extended her hand. Her lips moved, but Kimiko didn't hear what she said. If she'd been anywhere at all near in her right mind, she would have thought of how strange that was.

"What's wrong with her?" Danni said, fingers running up and through her short, brown hair, short enough that she didn't need to tie it back usually but just clipped it if needed. "Should we get the nurse? Is there even anyone available now?"

But they'd never need to worry about their friend or anything more at all as Kimiko groaned and doubled over within a few feet of them. She howled raggedly, as if something broken was clawing its way out of her, but there was nothing to do but allow the virus to take its course. Even if its end would never, not truly, be seen by any of them.

As a rumbling groan rolled through her body, her breasts expanded, straining increasingly against the front of her top. The fabric pulled viciously under her arms, pulling up over her stomach to expose a strip of her belly, though the heaving swell of her tits was not at all to be denied. One by one, the stitches on her top pulled free, the light "pop" of each one breaking ignored by her mentally, even if it was still present. There were a lot of things that would bypass Kimiko's attention as heat flooded her, lips parted in a terrifying, open-mouthed grin.

She was doing what she needed to. She was infecting them -- yes! Soon, very soon, all would be done. A sense of relief that was completely out of place with everything going on washed through her, though it was nowhere near enough to cool the frenzy of twisting, writhing fear within her. Maybe it was never supposed to be quelled, not as she moaned and buckled even further forward, growing from just under six-foot-tall to seven-foot-tall.

The growth spurts did not come evenly, though her skirt did not need to rip between her legs in the slightest as there was only her undergarments residing there with no modesty shorts or the like in place. The waistband of it, however, dug in more and more, even as the elastic strained and squeaked, trying to hold all in place. The thinner, weaker elastic of her plain, cotton panties, however, was simply not as strong as what her skirt was made from, every string of elastic releasing, one after the other.

Nikki reached out her hand to her, brushing the bare skin of her arm, though Kimiko didn't see what happened to cause her friend to tumble backwards, wide-eyed and slack-jawed in abject horror. Kimiko's flesh rumbled and rippled as it flowed over her body, her shirt finally forced to split right down the middle.

Her bra, however, still held, at least for the moment. As her body ached through another growth spurt, standing tall with a lumbering growl, her bra dug into the flesh of her breasts more and more. As her shirt revealed the bulging tit-flesh rising over the top of the lightly lacey cups (a mix between a sports bra and a day bra that she'd chosen that morning), she didn't care one bit that her friends were right there, witnessing her exposing. The pain of her bra straps digging into her shoulders was the first to go, though the relief did not come there. Not even as they pinged free dramatically, both shoulder straps launching themselves forward as her height increased.

The gym seemed a lot smaller to her than ever before as her breasts expanded increasingly, more flesh spilling forth as the elastic gave up slowly, one of the plastic hooks on the back catch of her bra breaking. Yet it held on for far longer than it could have been expected to, another catch on her bra creaking faintly as it strained, bending out and out and out from her bra as it tried its best to hang on. There was no one there, however, who cared to attest to the quality of the undergarment as the air tickled her side through her hopelessly torn shirt.

She groaned, though nothing seemed to come from her mouth as she towered over her friends, staggering sideways as she leaned heavily on the wall. The painted concrete blocks of the gym wall splintered like wood under her hand as her fingers curled into it, though it was partially a factor of her growth as she destroyed the world around her. The weight of her body bore down through her feet, toes pressing out against the front of her sneakers, the material straining over her toes and around her heels.

But there was nothing at all Kimiko could do about it as her bra finally gave up -- but not at the back. It was the cotton and lace cups of the bra that gave up first, ripping across the bottom of the right cup, where it was stitched, her tit flesh pushing through the gap in the fabric. Her breasts had to expose themselves one way or another, however, for there was no other way for her to be as the virus took hold. The jury was out, in fact, on the matter of whether or not she was still a real person anymore.

She didn't need to be real, not as discomfort laced her body and she panted heavily, more from an automatic, instinctive reaction than anything else. Her body trembled, growing more in proportion as her height escalated, the smooth boards of the floor of the gym cracking under her weight. Kimiko might have been horrified if not for her not being in her right mind in the slightest, though that was by the by at that time. There was nothing she could do, nothing she cared to do, even as her horror, slowly, slipped away.

It was not a slow slide, however, but more that her mind drifted, clinging to the tiny details simply so she could continue on in the moment. Maybe it was a survival mechanism or perhaps it was just something Kimiko was really into, but no one would ever know: not even Kimiko.

Her breasts pushed out, enhancing her hourglass figure now that they were partially freed, though her left breast spilt through the middle of the cup as the catches on the back finally gave up. Her clothes, after all, were never meant to last with the billowing of her body, the soft swathes of her tits bulging out as a strip of her T-shirt caught across the right one, even if it did not matter. No restraints would ever hold Kimiko ever again.

Her underwear strung out to a single thread of elastic as it cut brutally into her skin, as if her flesh was trying to bulge out around it. Her body fought with all its ill-fated might to find a way, any way, to hold back against immodesty and yet that was far gone already. Her skirt exposed her hip as it pulled taut, though her panties pulled up, digging in between the folds of her pussy.

And yet, against all the odds: they held. Just with that single string of elastic, only remaining in place as her body billowed and swelled in all the wrong ways -- yet erratic places. Nothing on her was even as transformation blistered through her body, burning her from the inside out. It was not the kind of experience Kimiko was supposed to survive, even then.

As her bra alone gave up, her skirt reaching up higher and higher on her thighs to expose an increasing amount of pale skin, her friends tried to run. "Tried" being the operative word there as their limbs fell dull and heavy as if they had been turned to mud: cloying and sucking them down. Danni grunted, mouth agape in a silent scream, though the bulge of her eyes and the sheen to them demonstrated a higher level of strain. For she was still awake, even as Kimiko struggled and drifted in her new reality, a strangled whine rising from her throat.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

They slowed, both Nikki and Danni, though the moment, right then and there, was for Kimiko first and foremost. Her clothes clung tenaciously to her body, the strips and rags trying to hide her modesty even then, yet she staggered at ten-feet-tall, swaying and trying to balance her weight more evenly between her feet. It was funny just how instinctive that need for balance could be, even if it was hardly something Kimiko had ever thought of before.

Things like that, however, came with a low rumble of arousal, heat simmering through her. Of course, it did not completely rule out how the pulling and tugging of her skin straining over new muscles and flesh was uncomfortable -- but it gave her something new to focus on. And it felt good, yes, so very good. All as she moaned and shuddered, toes bursting through the fronts of her shoes, pinging out from the big toe to the little toe, her heels rounding out as even her feet kept proportion with the rest of her body.

Her shoes, however, remained on her feet for the moment, despite her feet straining to find space between them. They'd been pretty good quality shoes too, the kind of sneakers that most of the cheerleaders wore -- but they looked like child's shoes on her oversized feet as they grew, her painted toenails crudely poking out the front. The shoes bore down on the sides of her feet as if they were trying to clamp her in place, though it was not as if that would last all that long.

The material still creaked around her growing feet as the sharp pinch bit into her, the light skin creases and folds in her feet rumpling as her toes scrunched. Even though her toes were "free" for the moment, tapping on the cool, bare floor of the gymnasium, she wasn't able to find purchase there, swaying and sickeningly off-balance as if there was something worse going on in her head, rather than the vast swathes of her body.

The only part of her that was out of proportion, of course, to how Kimiko had been before her transformation had begun, was her exaggerated hourglass figure, though it had stopped just short of becoming hyper. She moaned open-mouthed, a little slack-jawed as if she was not truly present in her reality, eyes unfocused.

It was her body...and yet it was not her body at the same time. It was as if someone had painted Kimiko's features on someone else's face and bodies, so the figure looked like her -- though could never truly be her. Not in the curve of her wide hips dragging the eye down and down her body, to her thick, powerful thighs. The tuck of her waist would have been coveted if it was natural in any way, although there was little there that could be done.

Her breasts swayed heavily as she tipped forward, allowing gravity to have more of an effect on them. With her nipples tingling almost erotically, Kimiko paused, that tiny sensation pulling her to the realm of pleasure. There had been nothing at all about her mutation thus far that could have been considered pleasurable in any way, though a light draught tickling and brushing over her nipples made her gasp a little more sensually.