Vignette - Unstoppable

How about a little story about a girl who grows REALLY big? 

It would be easy to get drunk with power.

As Carrie slipped into the lab and powered up the emitter, she felt a tingle between the legs. This was it. This was going to be a ‘big’ deal. In the distance, she could hear sirens. Thomas had already tipped off the cops as to what she’d planned to do. No matter. They were still a mile away. Plenty of time to take charge.

She ran her sequence into the computer, thought about stripping out of her jeans and sweater but realized there was no time—plus, she didn’t really want to do that. Growing out of her clothes would probably feel amazing.

The emitter hummed with unbridled, unmatched power, then fired across the room into the wall. It only worked on organics—lucky for her. With the sirens in her ears and her heart pounding, she stepped in front of the beam and felt it take hold.

Every single cell in her body sizzled. The beam’s effect wrapped around each one of them, coaxing them to spread out. The effect rippled through her body until the beam’s radiance washed completely over her. And then, the process began.

The fabric of the sweater pushed out just as her head shot up. She should’ve probably run downstairs but it was too late. Within seconds, she was too large to fit through the doorway. As the radiation metastasized in her cells, the process would speed up. In five minutes, she’d be growing seven hundred feet per second.

The sweater rose, revealing her toned, tanned belly. She wore a navel piercing that simply fell out. Thick thighs shredded the jeans, spilling out her smooth skin. Her ballet flats may as well have been paper, for her toes easily pushed out and kept going.

Her head burst through the ceiling but she felt no pain. Part of the process wrapped her in a translucent shell that protected her from harm. It was needed when silly things like gravity and air and heat were so affected by size.

She put her hands out and pushed down the nearest wall, revealing the street beyond and the line of police officers on the way. By the time she stepped out onto the street, she was completely naked and pushing fifteen feet tall.

Most people ran but a man on the sidewalk gazed up at her with a wide grin. He was eating a snow cone. She took a knee just in front of him and flicked it away, then said, “Like what you see? How about a closer look?”

She lifted him into the air and shoved his face right against her pussy. He made a little whimper but she dragged him back and forth, growing wetter with each pass. Not that she needed the little man—the thought and experience of growing was enough to do it for her.

“Stop it now!” said one of the officers. He had stepped out of the squad car, alongside half a dozen others, and was now shoulder-to-shoulder with them. All had guns trained on her growing body.

“When I’m finished,” she said, and shoved the little man further into her. She was growing faster, her feet driving into the pavement. By now she was thirty feet tall, her head nearly above the ruined building in which she just exited.

The man pushed further into her until finally, at sixty feet tall, he completely disappeared. A part of her wanted to slow the growth down, to experience this flailing, kicking man, but that wouldn’t happen. In another ten seconds, she wouldn’t even feel him.

More people were walking by. She snatched a handful of them and shoved them between her legs. They kicked and screamed and yelled obscenities but she paid them no mind. By now, she was gushing hard and their little cries became wet gurgles.

A bus approached just as she stepped in its path. Carrie threw a leg over it and let the engine’s purr vibrate her body. The more the driver tried to get away, the more she gushed across the bus. The windows were steamed by the time she was too big to ride. After that, she stood, then used her foot to break the boxy vehicle right down the middle. Little people ran out, screaming for help.

Just then, the officers opened fire. Their little guns popping in the otherwise quiet afternoon. She laughed as she threw her head back and stretched her arms. The heat from them on her skin was the only way to tell they’d even attacked.

At eighty feet tall, she stepped forward and smashed the first police car, then the second. By the time she stepped on the third and fourth, she was able to do it with one foot, for she’d grown so much in such a short time.

Carrie turned her eyes toward the city, right across the bay. She waded into the warm water, the tsunami enough to take out the nearest two condos. As if that wasn’t enough, she shoved with her hands, sending a giant tidal wave into every building on the coast. Windows shattered, people screamed. Somewhere deep inside, an explosion followed by more screams.

A few boats lazed in the water but her very presence was enough to capsize them. One she picked up and examined, using the frightened sailors to gauge her current size—over three hundred feet tall. She tossed the boat into the ruined buildings and continued on.

When she entered the water, it reached her thighs. When she exited, it was lapping at her ankles. The buildings beyond were the only things taller than her, but that was changing fast. She approached the nearest one and saw the people through the upper floor windows scatter like cockroaches.

She waved at them, then kissed her hand and blew them a kiss. Then, she put her shoulder against the building and pushed. Surprisingly, it was easy to rip from its foundation. She expected a much harder time but apparently nothing could stand up to the might of a growing woman.

Carrie stepped through the rubble and dust and moved onto the next building. For a moment, she had trouble locating it, but then realized it was waist high now, as she’d grown so much in the past few seconds. This one she simply kicked over, the heel of her foot connecting on the middle floors. It went over with a crash and then something caught fire in the rubble.

Beyond the wrecked city came the military. She was so big now that the tanks and jeeps looked like nothing more than little rodents. They were already firing at her, the barrels lighting up with firebursts. The machine gunners were almost invisible at this size.

She swiped her foot and the might of the US military rolled away. Some of the soldiers attempted to shoot her but when she lifted her foot, the shadow covered multiple battalions. When she stepped down, she felt nothing.

As she moved past the military, she felt a sudden pain in her chest. The growth was speeding up, filling her with a strange vertigo. She clamped her eyes shut and put her hands on the ground. It all rushed away from her and for a moment she thought she’d be sick. But after a few minutes, her head cleared and she opened her eyes.

She didn’t recognize her surroundings at all. It was like playing one of those old computer games with the graphics turned all the way down. The horizon in all directions was flat and uninteresting. What happened to the city? What happened to the military?

But then she realized what she was seeing. She was growing so much faster now. She was bigger—a lot bigger. Carrie knelt down, bringing her nose close to the ground. She could see it—little cities, little rivers and plains and fields.

She had to be hundreds of miles long. Her fingers kept stretching across the ground, leaving trenches a mile deep and several miles wide.

Carrie stood and continued on. The ground crumbled wherever she walked. She imagined what it looked like to those witnessing it—a massive foot that was longer than a whole city, simply obliterating all life. Each time her feet came down, the concussive blast made the ground tremble. By the time she’d taken twenty steps, she was three times as big and now closer to the heavens than to the ground.

The air became cool and stale, but she had no trouble breathing. She looked through the clouds and could now see the curvature of the Earth. A part of her was happy that she was causing such distress. There was no way the world would recover from what she was doing. Her sheer weight was enough to knock Earth out of orbit forever.

She kept walking, kept her eyes on the horizon, and realized that once she made an entire loop of the world, she would stand at several thousand miles tall . . .