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They say the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry. This sometimes assumes that a plan never anticipates things going crazy, at least from an outsider's perspective. Imagine, however, if the person in the middle of a plan fully expects - and desires - an outcome so extraordinary, it would surely make every headline news from here to a small outpost in Antarctica.
This is the exact situation Isabelle places herself in once in a excited blue moon. At least that's how she explained it to herself to make it feel less like a regular occurence. Truth be told, it was quite a regular event. With or without Dave, she found time to explore some happiness in the best method she knew how: WATER.
This was the beginning of the backstory that led her to a cabin in the woods, in any event.
It was a chilly fall's afternoon in November as Isabelle shivered in her t-shirt and shorts on a soft, serene walk. She hissed at the air, grimacing with every muscle in her face as she huddled upon herself. She rubbed her shoulders as she kept her arms crossed, her bare hands twitching as much from rubbing as from the piercing cold wind that shook her hair. A sneeze shot out of her, thankfully revealing no mucus - though it sounded a bit moist.
"Damn it, of all the times to leave my coat," she said, stuterring faintly as she put one wide step in front of another. They crinkled the leaves underneath her feet, kicking up dust and gravel as she strode towards the cabin, a few meters ahead. It felt like a prop in the distance to her eyes, taunting her as she approached closer and closer. "I need to warm up quick, else I'm going to be an icicle."
Within three minutes, Isabelle found herself a feeble arc throw away from the front step. She smiled, just before rumbling her lips to shake off the shivers still coursing through her body. Her hands patted down her shirt and shorts, giving a little trot to let her legs warm up. As she approached the door, she smiled and eagerly stretched an arm out to reach the doorknob for the cozy, welcoming warmth of the cabin's interior.
A sound caught her ears, which made her droop her lips to her side in despair, sighing dejectedly as she perked up her ears in response. It was faint, but just audible enough to give a telltale clue: water running like a small river, trickling onto the ground and off to the side. Isabelle raised an eyebrow as she heard it, walking off to the left side of the cabin to investigate. Cautiously, of course, with her body weaving a bit to give her an edge in any surprise encounters.
Isabelle immediately discovered the source of the errant noise: a water hose connected to a small tank filled with water next to the wall of the cabin. She immediately slouched as water visibly trickled out from the hose, creating a small river of mud in the dirt near by. It flowed downwards near the front of the cabin, towards the street where it collected into a small puddle.
"Oh, fuck me," said Isabelle as she gingerly walked towards it. She kept her shoes from touching the small river that flowed, with threats of growth entering her mind. Sure, she thought, the shoes would prevent any growth, but better safe than sorry. It meant stretching her legs like a horse trying to nagivate, but she managed to reach the hose without get even a drop upon her skin. She picked it up just as gingerly, keeping the water away from her. "This tank can't be storing that much any longer. We'll need to make another trip to the store. Fuck these kind of vacations. I guess we shouldn't let this go to waste, though, if we have to go get more anyway."
Isabelle's eyes lit up as she raised both brows. She didn't smile but she was tempted to. Instead, she walked softly towards the front of the house, peeking over the corner like Solid Snake to see if anyone was coming in from either side. No one was visible. No cars, no people, not even the oft-seen squirrel running in the brush. This made her smile and nod, as she quietly and quickly slid back behind the corner.
She immediately braced her back against the boards of the wall, left hand holding the hose and right hand above the tap as she kneeled. She swiftly put the hose into her shorts, right into where she could flow the most water, and turned the faucet on to full. Cold water rushed into her vagina furiously, making her shiver even more and clench her teeth from the sheer force and temperature of the water entering her body.
It was enough to make her stand up straight and place her right hand upon the wall as a means of keeping steady. It smacked against the wall hard, cracking the wood a tiny bit as she held the hose in with her left. Her breathing turned heavy, her feet shuffling to try and keep steady as her knees felt a cold front threatening them to buckle. She looked up and down as she inserted the hose deeper, letting it stick inside her and dangle the rest of itself out the front as she braced her other hand against the wall.
Isabelle felt herself raising and lowering her body out of pure instinct, scratching her back against the wall as her vagina filled with water and absorbing it as her body always done. It was a feeling she easily remembered, images of Dave and her having sex as her spine twinged with erotic electricity and her hands gripped the boards of the wall like it was life or death. Her heavy breathing made her breasts hem and haw as she waited for the inevitable to transpire.
Within ten seconds from the start, she felt her back slide against the wall as she grew. Her feet dug into the ground like horses kicking as she forced herself stronger against the wall, gasping as she felt her shirt tighten on her torso and arms. Everything about her swelled as she accepted every ounce of water into her body, hearing the very cabin creak gently against her increasing size and force.
The shirt was becoming a sarcastic version of itself, insomuch that it looked more and more like a thin layer painted on Isabelle's growing better. Her shorts receded a bit into her rear, as if attempting to floss her crack with khaki fibers. The sleeves and legs of her clothes opened wider as her legs and arms thickened and grew larger against them, precious fibers snapping at key junctions. Her sneakers tored at the seams, revealing toes and ankles as her feet burst from their confines.
Her frame exploded to ten feet in height, everything growing in proportion as she lowered her body to a seated position. Her feet dug a small trench into the dirt, pushing the husks she once called her shoes off to the sides and drenched in mud. They made her push against the cabin, moving it remarkably a few inches away from her as her body managed to grow fast enough to keep up. Her shorts and shirt became little more than coarse confetti for the wind to blow away, like flags of war drifting off into the sunset. Those that were on her rear side were pinned underneath growing cheeks, the size of a small car combined, and her back as it pushed the cabin further against the dirt.
Isabelle blushed as she grew inch after inch, foot after foot of glorious height. Her lower body skidded across the ground, leaving massive indentations and piling up dirt in front of them like bulldozers made of flesh. The cabin's foundation, already weakened enough to move at this point, was turned to dust and ash as she moved into the twenty foot range.
Her head peaked over the cabin's roof by a good margin, resting it upon the cabin as best she could while cupping her hands around what she could. It felt like a miniature built out of toy logs, creaking and wobbling at the slightest touch. She kicked the ground in front of her as water flowed further into her, feeling the hose disappear further into her vagina like a snake hiding from the world.
Isabelle's vision blurred as her focus became too difficult to maintain. Her arms and legs twitched as she felt the cabin drag against the ground, digging up dirt and sand like a makeshift shovel. She couldn't keep still, every inch of her body filling up with ecstasy as she found her gaze turned to the sky. Water was treating her well. At least . . .
It did until the most inopportune time. It slowed down to a trickle, with Isabelle shouting 'NO!' at it in rapid succession as she breathed deeply and nervously against the weakening gusher. She leaned forward by pushing against the wall, which caused the cabin to uproot and fall on its side with a mighty crash.
Isabelle grasped at the hose anxiously, pulling it out swiftly from her vaginal tract before she could even speak or think a second thought. When she removed it completely and held it up to her nervous, twitching eyes, her face fell crestfallen, giggling dejectedly as the hose's water supply swiftly vanished before.
"Damn it!" she said, pounding the ground and making the immediate area shake. "I was almost there - but you had to give up! Damn it damn it DAMN IT! What is there left to take?!"
Her ears, swelling with tears, immediately checked around the area for any sources of water. She stood, brazenly showing her giant naked body to the world as she moved about, hoping to spy even the slightest hint of water for her pleasure. Her mouth trembled as she couldn't find a thing, but it immediately perked up when it found someting.
"THE LAKE!" shouted Isabelle, making the trees shake in her wake. A huge lake down the road filled her head with images of epic orgasms and sizes galore. She dropped the hose and to her knees as she let a few tears drip down her cheeks. "This is going to be an amazing vacation!" she said in between her tears of joy.
After Isabelle lurched towards the lake, life made sure sure she had timeto enjoy herself. Dave returned later than expected from his grocery run.
A car pulled up to the driveway of the cabin, Dave banging his head (eyes closed beyond all reason against it) to very audible metal music as he slowed the car down to crawl. Putting it in park, he rocked an air guitar to the music, moving his fingers and arms madly like a bear twitching to the beat of a flopping fish. If anything, he spared the world his shrill metal voice as he refrained from singing along to the vocals.
He ended his spectacle by mimicking the brief solo at the end, crashing a fake stick against an equally fake cymbal and posing victoriously as the song concluded its run. His sweaty hair and hands gave enough indication this went on for quite a while, not to mention highlighting the miracle that was him preventing the car from crashing or sliding forward at the slightest momentum. With his monumental solo complete, he switched off the radio and leaned back in his chair, sliding a hand through his hair to feel the sweat between his fingers.
"Oh god, can't go wrong with a good metal song," he said, enough out of breath to keep breathing after every other word or so. He looked forward and tapped his hands furiously against the steering wheel and smiling broadly as he did so. "Now's the time for some grub! So long as, uh . . . oh shit."
It took him far longer (re: 'more than a second') for his mind to completely register what laid before him. He opened his door wide and slowly climbed out of the car, his left side emerging before the right like a cautious Jeff Goldblum figuring out what actually went down in Jurassic Park. His eyes seemed to twitch and glimmer under the afternoon sun as his vision shown him the full extent of the spectacle he came home to.
A cabin, overturned and laying on its side as the road and dirt by its uplifted bottom coated and stained with water and mud. A few birds pecking at the ground nearby, chasing after worms that vacated their flooded homes. Not a sign of any human traffic whatsoever, not even (at least from his distracted view) Isabelle, who would be the first person he'd see anywhere if she was present. Typically - and especially (usually?) when she grew beyond her usual proportions.
Dave slowly walked towards the remains the of the cabin, whistling in mundane shock at the sight of the abode flat on its side and everything visible inside in various states of disarray. He leaned in towards one of the front windows, conveniently turned towards the ground, and bobbed his head back and forth to better survey the damage. Remarkably, the cabin was quite intact, save for the few broken spots in the wall now at its top and cracked windows thanks to heavier items and gravity adjusting to the new 'floor.'
"Holy shit-tarts," said Dave as he turned to the right side of the cabin. Its roof kept itself in place, though a few tiles did jettison off it unto a couple of the nearby trees. He looked up to count each one mentally, stopping at five as his mind grew quickly bored. "I can easily guess what happened here. Water everywhere, sideways cabin like out of a Buster Keaton short, animals that simply don't care. Missing Isabelle. Yeah, everything matches up precisely to one thing and one thing only."
Dave opened his mouth as if to continue, but the ground shaking around him caused him to stop. He stared down the road in the direction his car faced, his eyes widening impressively large as he slowly turned his head up towards the sky like a camera catching a rocket ascend. Pounding after pounding of the ground made him look higher and higher, dropping his jaw about as much as his eyes grew, squeaking at the sight approaching him.
It was Isabelle. There was no hiding from her, no denying her. A few drops of water collided against the ground like splashes of rain, her massive feet digging huge prints into the dirt. She stood 70 feet tall, her breasts obscuring her torso even as her gigantic arms and hands held them up. Her face blushed as she stepped away from the hole that once housed the lake, moping as if she was scared of Dave's potential reaction.
She stopped close enough to Dave to kneel, her humongous breasts hitting the ground with the might of Godzilla smashing into a building. Everything around her shook as she shouted out of embarrassment, leaning upon them to try and get a good few of Dave. His face, of course, was drooling from the magnificent dispaly of Isabelle's body, not even denying the erection he sported.
"Dave?" she said meekly. Of course, 'meekly' at that size still meant bellowing like a giant, though a rather seductive one. "I think we should find a place for a little privacy. Or a lot of privacy in my case."
"How's the lake sound?" said Dave.
"Um, frankly," said Isabelle said, scratching her cheek, "I'm okay with the lake. Or, um, what once was a lake."
"Oh," said Dave, squinting his eyes.