Leave her

"I'm sorry, Miku..." You think to yourself. Sacrificing yourself would be stupid. If you picked her up, you would be shot for sure. The important thing now was to get out of here. You could always transform yourself into Alex at a later point in time.

You make a dash for the end of the hallway, but suddenly, you feel a dart in your back.

"Urk!" You exclaim, and you fall straight to the floor. A second and third dart hits your supple buttocks, and your vision fades at a rapid pace.

"We... Were so close..." You think to yourself and you drift off into dreamland.

...

You wake up, and try to move your arms and legs. They're strapped in. You take a look around, and notice that you're in a large machine. A transformation machine. It's not the same one you were originally transformed in, but a much larger model. Currently, it's about the size of two king size beds, side by side, but it looks like it can get larger by attaching more to the sides and bottom. You take a look around the room, and notice it's quite similar in decor to other transformation rooms. Machines, tanks, computer monitors, the like. It's about the size of a basketball court. A main desk seems to be in the center of the room, right before the machine. No doubt that it's Alex's desk.

You also notice that you've got something in your mouth. From the way it feels, it's a ball gag, meant to keep you quiet while you transform. Apparently, Alex didn't fool around anymore. Speaking of which, it was about twenty minutes before the bitch actually showed up. You struggled to escape, but not for very long. You'd been in this situation before, and you knew you weren't getting out of it.

"Sorry, I'm late, dear..." Alex chimes as she enters the door. She was in her regular labcoat, and was carrying a clipboard with her.

"I had to check in on the progress of a certain thorn in my side... I thought I'd forgotten about that awful moment of history, but then she had to go and resurface again. It's a shame, really... I was quite interested in that little community she'd put together. I guess all good things must come to an end though... Though it looks like that place is finally going to become the chaotic sex pit I always envisioned..."

Alex smirks, kicks her legs up on the desk and checks her clipboard. You can't do anything but glare at her, and wait for your punishment.

"Honestly, you've all been a thorn in my side. Clearly, it took more than just her to figure out an escape plan. I have a suspicion on who it was, but I'm not taking any chances. I've gotta clear out the lab."

Alex kicks her legs back down, and starts typing away at her keyboard. Five minutes later, the machine whirs, and a sheet of black latex covers your entire body from head to toe

"Alright, here we go. It's not going to seem like much, but trust me, this one's one of my favorites..."

You feel the machine tighten, but you don't really feel all that different. Sure there's a little bit of pressure, but not a lot. You don't even feel like crying out. The only noticeable thing about this transformation is that your skin feels all tingly, and your bones are aching.

Suddenly though, you feel the gag around your mouth tighten. It gets tighter and tighter until you feel like it's going to kill you. You give a horrible cry of pain as it constricts the sides of your mouth and the back of your neck.

"Whoops." Alex says nonchalantly. "Guess I forgot to remove the gag. Yeah, it's going to sting for a bit."

The gag continues growing tighter and tighter still, until at last...

"Snap!"

The leather strap breaks, and your head is released. Your mouth still carries the gag, but the back of your head is no longer stricken with pain. Speaking of which, the ball gag feels quite a bit smaller than before. It's less like a golf ball, and more like a large marble now.

"Am... am I growing?" You wonder to yourself. As you contemplate this thought, you hear the sound of people enter through the door. They're carrying something on wheels with them. The machine finally finishes, and the black sheet releases. The ball gag falls from your mouth, and you look around.

You have actually grown. You used to be about five and half feet tall, and now you're over nine feet. You're not just lanky either, your entire body looks like it was re-sized in an image program. You're literally a giant version of yourself.

You also notice a group of 8 women, all wearing hazmat suits and all armed with syringe rifles. With them, they have a giant glass container on wheels, probably to transport you out. Alex is standing farther away, at a safe distance.

"You... You made me bigger?!" You ask. You should be mad, but you're honestly just confused at this point.

"Yes..." Alex responds. "...But I also did one other thing, which you'll discover in just a bit. Hit her, girls."

The hazmat-suited women take aim at your body. You strain against the machine's cuffs. You feel stronger, but your strength is not enough. The metal cuffs holding you in place stand firm. Two seconds later, you've got eight different darts sticking out of your body. Alex releases you from your holds, and you drop to your knees. You might be bigger, but there was no way you were forcing your way through eight doses of sleeping chemical. You were out like a light before you even recovered from your fall...