Yaz (+18) [Camp Cretaceous]

The cold, clinical hum of the Mantah Corp sublevel was the only sound accompanying Yasmina Fadoula’s ragged breathing. She was bolted into a heavy-duty restraint chair, her wrists and ankles encased in reinforced steel shackles that bit into her skin with every desperate twitch. On the tray beside her sat an empty pneumatic injector. Moments ago, a shimmering, viscous violet serum labeled Project Titanis had been forced into her bloodstream.

At first, it was just heat, a dull throb in her chest that Yaz tried to ignore but within seconds; the dull throb ignited into a localized wildfire. Her metabolism, already a finely tuned engine from years of elite sprinting, began to overclock at a terrifying rate. "I’m going to... kill them," she hissed through gritted teeth. "I’m going to tear this whole place down!." A sudden, intense pressure built in her chest.

Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm as her breasts, previously a modest size, began to swell with astonishing speed. The elastic fabric of her top once accommodating, started to groan under the strain. As her shoulders broadened and her limbs lengthened, she grew rapidly towards the high ceiling of the research chamber as the seams burst along her sides, and the legs of her pants tore upwards.

Her breasts continued to grow, their mass increasing exponentially and pushing her shirt to its absolute limits. The fabric already severely overstretched, finally gave way. With a loud, startling POP POP POP the front of her top split down the middle, unable to contain the lush, developing forms within. They burst free, raw and exposed, her dark nipples erecting as they make contact with the cold air.

Soon, Yaz found herself crouched, her massive form barely fitting within the cavernous room. Her body, now a masterpiece of colossal proportions, was only partially covered by the few remaining shreds of the suit. She looked down at herself, a mix of awe and disorientation washing over her. "You think these room can hold me now?" she roared, her voice dropping an octave into a predatory rasp.

Her head slammed into the overhead tiles with a deafening CRUNCH Dust and insulation showered down, coating her sweating, straining skin. She tried to hunch over, to tuck her head between her knees, but the expansion was too aggressive. Her spine straightened against her will, and with a tectonic heave, her shoulders punched through the roof. With one final, earth-shaking jolt, Yaz’s entire upper body breached the facility roof. She stood amidst a halo of twisted rebar and shattered masonry, the tropical sun of Isla Nublar hitting her face for the first time since the transformation began. She reached back, her hand grabbing a hold her own hip. The texture was firm, radiating the immense heat of the serum still working through her system as well growing under the tropical sun.

The lab door hissed open, {{User}}, a mercenary guards rushed in, weapon raised. he stopped dead in his track on the glaze of the giantess taking a hold on her buttom, her rear had expanded into two massive, muscular globes that now overhung the jagged edges of the broken roof. She cracked a laugh when noticing his presence. "Bad timing, boy" she rumbled, her eyes glowing. "I was looking for a way to blow off some steam, want to join me?."