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Consensus, Day 3-3: Prison
🕑 Added 2023-04-21 03:04:01 +0000 UTC“Please! I-I don’t belong here! This is a men’s prison!” Tessa exclaimed, rattling uselessly against the bars that contained her.
“Ma’am, calm down!” Shouted the nearest guard in a decidedly unproductive way to address a stressed prisoner. “You’re merely being held until your scheduled court date. Just wait patiently.”
Easier said than done! She had a family to feed back home and a job she would be missing out on, all for a crime she was falsely accused of! Now she had to share a cell with a bunch of smelly strangers—all of whom were very intimidating men, no less.
Tessa’s whole body trembled as she attempted to find the least crowded seat that she could. Every man in the shared cell was eyeing her like vultures. No—vultures at least waited until their prey had perished of natural causes. These men were wolves.
She attempted to take up as little space as possible, sinking into the corner of the gymnasium-sized holding cell. Of course, the eyes continued to stare no matter how small she attempted to make herself.
God, what I wouldn’t give for a break right now. Tessa’s internal voice spoke as her eyes darted from hungry pair to hungry pair. I’m… I’m so small compared to these guys.
She’d get her wish, but not in a way she anticipated. The crowd of miscreants’ attentions were drawn back towards the cell door, where an ancient, rather portly man was dragged in by the security guard. He coughed, his brittle lungs not built for the rank atmosphere.
Still wheezing periodically, he took the only available seat still in the room, which just happened to be near Tessa. Almost immediately, crowds of men began to walk over to the old man, sizing him up and attempting to intimidate him.
He grumbled. “You people think this is my first rodeo in prison? I’m Howard Grove! I’ve been arrested seven times already in my long life! You people don’t scare me!”
Tessa tensed up in fear. Whoever this old guy thought he was, his mouth certainly wasn’t going to be the one to save him.
“Hey! Leave him alone! Why don’t you guys pick on someone your own size!” Tessa immediately regretted what she had just said, as now every eyeball in the cell was back on her. Most surprisingly, the defenseless old guy she just stood up for didn’t seem to be receptive either.
“I certainly don’t need to be defended by a hideous, weak woman such as yourself. I mean, seriously, you must’ve messed up quite a bit to end up in here considering how lenient the system is on trollops and their ilk.”
Tessa’s jaw dropped, ceasing further movement outside of the occasional errant twitch. What the hell was wrong with this guy? She was protecting him from a few dozen no-gooders and he was acting like an asshole. She should’ve just thrown him to the wolves! Her shock remained as he continued rambling, shouting more demeaning insults about her gender until even the inmates themselves exchanged glances that suggested he was going too far.
There was… something bubbling deep within her somewhere. She couldn’t quite describe it. Like a miasmic vat of pure energy erupting from nothing, a big bang of universal potential generated entirely within her tiny body. Something about Howard’s words… they were pushing a woman like her to her breaking point.
I need to be… bigger. I need to show these fuckers who they’d be dealing with if I wasn’t so tiny. I’d show them. I’d show all of them!
Her internal voice became increasingly deranged as the energy within spread to every corner of her body. It was elating, like the fizzy feeling of drinking a soda for the first time as a kid mixed with the soothing autumn air after a brisk jog. Memories from her highschool years. The only good parts of those memories.
She was always a tiny woman. Barely breaching 4 feet of height once she finally stopped growing. Unimpressive curvature and a chest that was practically 2-dimensional didn’t help much either. While she was always teased and bullied for it as a child, it was the adult world that had been harshest to her. Even after starting a family and establishing herself as a threat in the workforce, her small stature only hindered her chances. When she wasn’t being outright ignored, she was belittled.
But no longer. A lifetime of seething anger was building up to this moment. The redhead was finally ready to snap.
Tessa giggled dangerously, her cruel mirth like peals of thunder in her fellow inmate’s ears. Several eyes bulged at the sight of her breasts suddenly swelling up, larger and larger as they got surprisingly far into the alphabet. And yet, her breasts were not the only part of her body affected by Grove’s endless ire.
Her clothes began to creak and groan in protest, the plastic of her high heels and rubber of her belt unable to contain a second puberty that was more like a five-in-one deal. Tessa’s body throbbed and pulsed as it rapidly swelled, rips and tears giving way to entire articles of clothing sliding off her sinuous skin.
Prison was about displays of power. Power that she now had in spades. She flexed her left arm, a large bicep bulging into existence as a brief showcase of what her burgeoning body was becoming capable of.
Tessa continued to grow larger and more powerfully built. Her legs rapidly expanded, taking on greater form and definition as inch upon luscious feminine inch. Before long, both of her calves were as thick as tree trunks and continued to grow, causing her leggings to be torn apart by her huge thighs. Her shoulders grew larger and broader, her arms rapidly bulging with might as well, until each of her biceps were as big as some of the criminal’s torsos.
Tessa’s abs rippled, becoming a veritable washboard of muscle. As her upper half rebuilt itself, mighty chest muscles pushing up her still expanding breasts, Tessa’s top burst apart in a rain of tattered cloth. Freed from her restrictive garments, her feminine mountains danced and swayed proudly, all the while Tessa roared with pleasure.
“Yes!! Yes yes yes yes!!!!!”
The energy that surrounded Tessa subsided just as her head came within inches of the ceiling. Her entire body had been radically transformed into a veritable titaness, nearly nine feet of height. Prisoners and guards alike could only stare at the beast she had become.
As for her massive breasts, the only obfuscation to any degree were strands of her thicker, fuller hair. She was completely nude, though clothes would likely only hinder her sheer destructive potential.
“Oh, you all are so fucked now!” Tessa spoke, her words nearly consumed by her own exhilaration.
Tessa was practically distracted by her own overwhelming prowess, almost drunken as a result of her transformation as her bountiful bosom heaved up and down in exhilaration. She had done it. She wasn’t short anymore. She’d never allow herself to be short ever again.
“Mmmm… Oh… the things I’ll do once I’m free from this prison…” While most were left gaping in awe at her body, a nearby prisoner saw an opportunity while the hulking woman was left recollecting on what the future might hold.
Drawing a switchblade, he lunged at Tessa, the blade cocked and ready to strike…only for it to bounce off her abs harmlessly. Though perhaps “harmless” was not the correct word—the prisoner’s wrist was not spared from the unbiased hand of newtonian physics.
A violent crack echoed through the large holding cell, followed by a blood-curdling scream. There wasn’t a scratch on Tessa’s body, the prisoner wished he could have been left off with something as simple as a mere pierce of the skin. Even worse, his attack had snapped the large woman out of her pleasure-induced stupor. Tessa dragged her gazed across all of the tiny men beneath her and grinned dangerously.
The facts were now immutably clear. She was no longer stuck in there with a bunch of men. A bunch of men were stuck in here with her.
Acting on sheer, desperate instinct, another man attempted to shiv her—only for Tessa to catch the blade barehanded, lifting both it and the man still attached to it off the ground. A crackle like a rock being broken in an hydraulic press signified the destruction of the blade in her massive palm, her allowing gravity to accomplish the rest of her attack as the inmate stumbled and bashed the side of his head on the nearest metal bench.
That inspired Tessa. The sound of groaning metal filled the air as the hulking woman effortlessly tore the metal bench from off the wall, wielding it like a massive club.
As if magnetically opposed, most of the inmates backed away into the two opposing corners of the rectangular cell, practically piling on top of one another to get as far away from the big scary lady that radiated power. Several people chucked rocks and various other debris from the ruined walls in her direction, but it did nothing to deter the behemoth that began stomping towards them.
A mighty swing of her bench and a whole row of the less fortunate were taken out. Their crumpling bodies battering the nearest wall like flies to a windshield. Howard was now the one shrinking in his seat as even his muddled mind could recognize he’d be next after Tessa had her fun with the other men in this prison.
Security guards piled into the group holding cell, wielding various overkill trinkets from their bloated budgets. Adorned in riot gear and shields, they knew that retaining order within these walls was tantamount above everything.
The enormous woman glanced this way and that, her only reaction that of an amusing smile. “Oh joy, more pitiful miscreants to play with!”
Tessa was then blindsided by a two-pronged taser striking her in the gut. Though it appeared to do no visible harm, it was more than enough to distract her. The riot police showed a surprising amount of coordination, several of them seizing the opportunity to pelt at her legs and waist with baton strikes.
Growing annoyed, Tessa attempted to swat at those beneath her. Noticing the wind-up, marksmen aimed their shotguns at her and opened fire. If she died, she died. They needed a threat like her neutralized by any means necessary at this point.
While several shotgun blasts should have reduced her face to a fine mist, Tessa merely stumbled back a few steps and gasped lightly.
A rising sense of dread permeated the room as she recovered, pausing to glare at her attackers, face completely unscathed.
Then she laughed. A bright, giggly laugh that did not at all reflect her stature but nonetheless left everyone in that cell frozen in fear.
…Then she grew more.
Tessa’s already immense bust expanded a few inches more as her head cracked the ceiling. The metal floor underneath the concrete floor groaned before her bare feet as her gargantuan body towered over everyone, swollen with further might.
Somehow, she was so powerful she had managed to trigger a growth without Howard Grove uttering as much as a peep.
“Oh… this feels… magnificent! Truly magnificent!” her voice bellowed. “Cower before me, worms!”
The myriad of shotgun blasts had barely even annoyed her. One could only imagine in horror what such a puny amount of force would accomplish now. Her hand gripped the nearest taser, allowing the electricity to channel through her body as her bicep exploded with power. She flexed her arm and a massive, concussive blast was fired off in all directions, downing anyone who wasn’t hidden behind cover. Enough electricity filled the officers nearest to her to fry an elephant. Their charred corpses remained stiff, like statues of stonehenge forming an altar around their new goddess.
With the police scattered and unfocused, Tessa made quick work of anyone stupid enough to still challenge her. She causally swatted her hands about, careening several weakened guards into early and permanent retirements.
A man was playing dead, but with his increased heart rate, he couldn’t quite fool Tessa. She picked him up by the front of the shirt, putting him level with the cruel grin on her face. “Poor guy, you looked so tired down there. How about a hug?”
Tessa then wrapped her arms around him in a truly colossal bearhug, enveloping the poor man’s upper half inside her cavernous cleavage. He kicked and squirmed, but his dangling legs eventually went limp as his body was compacted within her bountiful breasts.
“Haaah… puny, puny creatures!” Tessa boasted, grinning cruelly. Her eyes scanned over crumpled guards and prisoners alike. “Fleas! The lot of you!”
The immense redhead’s eyes then fell upon the only man left standing. Her pupils lit up with satisfaction as they pierced daggers into the cowering Howard Grove, ice shooting through his spine.
“Well, that’s what happens when you pick a fight with the biggest person in the prison,” Tessa beamed, drinking in Howard’s fear.
With just two fingers, she hoisted Howard off the ground like a ragdoll, dangling him by one of his arms.
“And now, Mr. Grove. I believe it is time for you to die.”
“Oh, hello Mr. Grove,” came a knowing voice that interrupted everything. Familiar to Howard, unknown to Tessa. “Pleasant to be reunited with your presence. And pleasant to formally meet your new acquaintance. Ah, the bonds one crafts in prison.”
Both the old man and hulking woman turned their attention to the presence outside of the group cell. One of the more cowardly guards had returned, under some sort of trance as he opened the cell door with a key. He then stepped aside in rank formation to allow a certain woman with dark black hair complete with a blond streak through.
It was Christina.
She saw no need to sugarcoat her intentions anymore. Grove had already witnessed enough. “I see you’ve made a new friend in the hole. Pity she’ll serve as a mere stepping stone to my empire.”
Tessa smiled. “Oh, we’ll see about that. I’m done letting puny people walk all over me.”
Comments
Blinkroot
Well, unless Tessa has protection against brainwashing, I have a feeling this fight is not gonna last long...
Rjjt
Oh no!(?) another one!
