Incredible growing woman (story request)

This is a sequel to the 1981 (The Incredible Shrinking Woman)  A story request.

In Tasty Meadows, California, Vance Kramer knelt in front of his wife Pat Kramer, who until recently was the incredible shrinking woman. He grasped Pat's hand and slid the wedding band onto her finger with a smile on his face. The ring wouldn't budge over her knuckle, and Vance struggled with the gold band.

"Seeing you like this, it's like everything is the same again," Judith said happily.

"I don't know, Judith. It will ever be the same again," Pat said reluctantly, winching as Vance struggled with the ring."Here let me try, sweetheart."

A ripping noise caught Pat's attention, and she noticed her shoe tearing at the seams as her foot began to expand. The brunette looked around the room with a toothy smile as her body continued to grow.

"Honey, what's happening?" Vance stood back, grabbing Beth and Jeff away from their growing mother as Pat's clothes began to rip, and she hunched over on the floor.

"I can't stop it. Please help me. I can't stop growing!" Pat screamed as her clothes tore free as her body expanded. Vance and Judith grabbed the kids, and Sydney scrambled with them as they fled the house. The frightened Vance's ran outside to the still partying crowd, and the joyful celebration fell silent as a loud crashing noise shattered the celebration. A gigantic feminine form destroyed the house as Pat rose from the building. Rubble and debris fell off Pat's nude body as she towered at least a hundred feet tall. Her breasts had expanded out of proportions, and the massive meaty orbs were G size on her once slender frame.

The crowd screamed and ran off in all directions as chaos spread, and the cops present began to shoot wildly in the air at Pat even as the bullets fell off her thick skin harmlessly. Pat reached down towards Vance and the kids. Tears in her eyes, she cried out for them, but her words blew wind gusts at them, sending the children into hysterical fits looking at the towering monster before them. Vance threw open the station wagon and tossed the children in the backseat in a panic. Fear gripped his body as he struggled with the keys and brought the engine to life.

"Don't leave me!" Pat roared as the yellow car flew in reverse and drove erratically away from her. "Come back!"

The pavement cracked and buckled as Pat ran after her fleeing family. The car swerved past the parked cars in the neighborhood and entered the main road towards town. Vance glanced in the rearview mirror as the towering behemoth shook the earth. The kids bawled and screamed about the monster chasing them. Thankfully it was after one in the morning, and the roads were empty. Vance slammed the gas pedal, revving the engine to its zenith heading towards downtown. That thing chasing them wasn't Pat anymore to him. He wondered if the chemicals had left her even human.

Pat followed the yellow car carrying her entire world through downtown Tasty Meadows, the shimmering skyscrapers and buildings, some that towered over her and others she towered over. The station wagon turned a sharp corner and gunned it. Pat had to stop to follow them but ran straight into an office building. The glass shattered as she impacted the building collapsing the structure as she charged through, sending concrete and steel with shards of glass raining in all directions.

After regaining her footing, Pat realized the car was gone and, with it, her family. She sobbed naked in silence by the rubble, all the suffering she had endured slowly shrinking away to nothingness and enduring experimentation. Vance, Jeff, and Beth were all that kept her going, and now she was a towering freak in their eyes. The sadness turned to anger, and Pat kicked a parked bus shooting the empty vehicle like a projectile, exploding into flames and setting small fires in another building.

A loud whizzing sound filled the air, and Pat saw a small object flying in the night sky toward her. She squinted her eyes as the small plane began to emit orange bursts of flames beneath its hull.

Brrrrtt

Pat yelled as the A10 warthog sprayed bullets down her chest striking the enormous breasts streaking down her midriff. She clutched her breasts and winched in pain. The shots hurt but left no mark, and her skin was too thick to penetrate.

"Target hit, no visible damage but was responsive to stimuli." The pilot radioed back to command as he circled to take another shot at the rampaging woman.

"I have Dr. Eugene Nortz here. He recommends targeting weak points to bring her down," The radio buzzed.

Pat gritted her teeth, grasped a red Chevrolet truck, and hurled it at the plane. The car missed its mark and exploded, striking a nearby supermarket, adding to the night sky as more fires spread from the wreckage of Pat's attack. The A10s hovered behind her as the pilot shot off bursts striking the back of the giant woman's knees, the pain caused her legs to buckle, and she fell forward. The windows shattered on the buildings around as Pat's body impacted the pavement, tremors traveled from the epicenter, exploding fire hydrants streaming geysers of water.

Pat's head was resting on her gigantic breasts laid on her stomach when bright lights illuminated her face as a car honked its horn, and with the squeal of its breaks, the blue Oldsmobile cutlass slammed into her breasts, sinking into the soft, bouncy flesh. The driver, a middle-aged man, stumbled unharmed out of the car and held a bottle of booze. He looked at the gigantic nude Pat and her tank size breasts. He glanced at the bottle and back at her with glazed eyes and threw the bottle, and stumbled off.

"Fire a missile at the back of her head while she is still down should knock her out," The radio buzzed to the A10 pilot. He lined up an attack run and set his instruments aiming for the back of her head, and prepped his missile for launch. As he passed over Pat's curvy buttocks and fired the rocket, the downed woman came to life and flipped over and caught the plane. The missile missed and hit the ground destroying the Oldsmobile, and Pat gripped the struggling plane crushing it in her grasp as the pilot ejected to safety and the aircraft caught fire.

She tossed the plane to the ground in a fiery ball and rose to her feet, screaming at the top of her lungs. If they think she is a monster, then she will show them what a monster could do. Pat grabbed the top of a parking garage and twisted off, and launched it, shattering through several stores and restaurants. Pat roared the world a few hours ago and rang out bells in her memory. Now the people feared what she had become. Now instead of bells, they fired bullets at her. Pat continued her assault, devastating downtown as if the building were made of sand and cardboard.

Several men sat at a round table in a darkened meeting room with scenes flashing gritty satellite images and data. A man with frizzled brown hair stood up as the glare of the military officers was present, and the scientists watched him.

"Gentleman, as Dr. Nortz said, if we can bring her down alive, we might find a cure and a way to reverse engineer the process," Dan said nervously, trying to sell his pitch to the collection of stern men. "Cattle the size factories, one steer could feed an entire state or turn a single soldier into a one-person battalion. The possibilities are endless and should be not only profitable but practical."

"How do you suppose we take this bitch down then?" A general rose eye to eye with Dan staring him down.

"With science." Dr. Nortz said, glancing up as the two looked at the mad scientist as an evil grin formed on his face, he captured it once, and he will do it again.