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This is an illustration/promo/collaboration for MyBlankFace's awesome Protein series. The pic is an illustration of Marge and Kaylie from Chapter4 of the story, and the text is an abridged excerpt from MyBlankFace.

Check out the story, with illustrations, below. Chapter 4 is out now, read it now if not sooner!
Protein, Ch. 1: The New Girlgiantess, growth, mini, hourglass, expansion, lust, insatiability, pure insanity, the depravity of human nature itself...proceed with caution

Chapter 1: The New Girl
The first thing I noticed was that the ceilings were too tall – far too tall. It didn’t make sense for a building in this part of town: everyone knew that office space did not come cheap in the financial district, and particularly in this glass-walled tower that leased office space to so many different companies, why would they have one floor where the ceilings were almost twelve feet high? I started calculating the costs, and the thought made my head hurt: the quote was probably based on price per inch, driven down by the number of competing firms, multiplied by the promised speed of the work…
“She’s the new girl,” I overheard the secretary whisper to a professional-looking woman bent over the desk. The lobby was a grandiose chamber of minimalist
Protein, Ch. 2: The Factorygiantess, growth, mini, hourglass, expansion, lust, insatiability, pure insanity, the depravity of human culture itself...proceed with caution
Chapter 2: The Factory
The company car sped down the highway. As I gripped the hot leather steering wheel, my thoughts ran wild. What if I left the internship today? I would walk back into the building, hand the secretary the keys, thank her and never return. Just the thought of dealing with Marguerite, who seemed to be growing more self-obsessed and controlling with every inch that her body expanded, terrified me. But even more than being scared, I was curious.
Could someone else, ingesting the same number of protein shakes over the same duration of time, get equally large? Or even bigger, depending on their diet or metabolism? My breathing slowed as the thoughts continued. What would people even do if I was that big? How would they treat me? My legs began to twist against the bottom of the seat, and I felt myself heating up. What if t
Protein, Ch. 3: My New Bestiegiantess, growth, mini, hourglass, expansion, lust, insatiability, pure insanity, a dash of vore, serious sinfulness, the depravity of human nature itself...proceed with caution

Chapter 3: My New Bestie
It had been three weeks since “the incident.” As I sashayed across the waiting room in my new form-hugging pencil skirt that Marguerite had gotten me, I thought about how suddenly everything had changed.
Everywhere I walked, whether it was the office, or the subway, or the street, people stopped what they were doing to admire my newfound size and grandeur. I made sure to add a little swagger to my walk, to let people drool a little over my big booty, and I took extra time when moving through a crowd of men, just to let them feel what they couldn’t have. I dallied with a man here or there, but at 10’6”, I was simply more woman than most of them could handle.
I entered Marguerite’s office, pushing open the d
Protein, Ch. 4: Entrapmentgiantess, growth, mini, hourglass, expansion, lust, insatiability, pure insanity, a dash of vore, serious sinfulness, the depravity of human nature itself...proceed with caution
Chapter 4: Entrapment
I lifted my head, trying to peer over my ample breasts to see what the commotion was. When the doors had slid open, Marguerite had silenced, and her minions had fallen quiet in lockstep. I strained to tilt my head forward, my wrists pressing against the cold steel of the locks. I saw the silhouette of a spindly little woman from my vantage point.
“Miss Sears…I….I didn’t…” I knew that weak voice anywhere. It was Moira from the front desk.
“YOU DIDN’T WHAT?” Marguerite screamed. The sumptuous blonde rose slowly to her full height, making it apparent that Moira was now about the size of Marguerite’s shin.
“Miss Sears I’m sorry but I…”
“What?” Marguerite shouted, stomping forward.

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Description
This is an illustration/promo/collaboration for MyBlankFace's awesome Protein series. The pic is an illustration of Marge and Kaylie from Chapter4 of the story, and the text is an abridged excerpt from MyBlankFace.

Check out the story, with illustrations, below. Chapter 4 is out now, read it now if not sooner!
Protein, Ch. 1: The New Girlgiantess, growth, mini, hourglass, expansion, lust, insatiability, pure insanity, the depravity of human nature itself...proceed with caution

Chapter 1: The New Girl
The first thing I noticed was that the ceilings were too tall – far too tall. It didn’t make sense for a building in this part of town: everyone knew that office space did not come cheap in the financial district, and particularly in this glass-walled tower that leased office space to so many different companies, why would they have one floor where the ceilings were almost twelve feet high? I started calculating the costs, and the thought made my head hurt: the quote was probably based on price per inch, driven down by the number of competing firms, multiplied by the promised speed of the work…
“She’s the new girl,” I overheard the secretary whisper to a professional-looking woman bent over the desk. The lobby was a grandiose chamber of minimalist
Protein, Ch. 2: The Factorygiantess, growth, mini, hourglass, expansion, lust, insatiability, pure insanity, the depravity of human culture itself...proceed with caution
Chapter 2: The Factory
The company car sped down the highway. As I gripped the hot leather steering wheel, my thoughts ran wild. What if I left the internship today? I would walk back into the building, hand the secretary the keys, thank her and never return. Just the thought of dealing with Marguerite, who seemed to be growing more self-obsessed and controlling with every inch that her body expanded, terrified me. But even more than being scared, I was curious.
Could someone else, ingesting the same number of protein shakes over the same duration of time, get equally large? Or even bigger, depending on their diet or metabolism? My breathing slowed as the thoughts continued. What would people even do if I was that big? How would they treat me? My legs began to twist against the bottom of the seat, and I felt myself heating up. What if t
Protein, Ch. 3: My New Bestiegiantess, growth, mini, hourglass, expansion, lust, insatiability, pure insanity, a dash of vore, serious sinfulness, the depravity of human nature itself...proceed with caution

Chapter 3: My New Bestie
It had been three weeks since “the incident.” As I sashayed across the waiting room in my new form-hugging pencil skirt that Marguerite had gotten me, I thought about how suddenly everything had changed.
Everywhere I walked, whether it was the office, or the subway, or the street, people stopped what they were doing to admire my newfound size and grandeur. I made sure to add a little swagger to my walk, to let people drool a little over my big booty, and I took extra time when moving through a crowd of men, just to let them feel what they couldn’t have. I dallied with a man here or there, but at 10’6”, I was simply more woman than most of them could handle.
I entered Marguerite’s office, pushing open the d
Protein, Ch. 4: Entrapmentgiantess, growth, mini, hourglass, expansion, lust, insatiability, pure insanity, a dash of vore, serious sinfulness, the depravity of human nature itself...proceed with caution
Chapter 4: Entrapment
I lifted my head, trying to peer over my ample breasts to see what the commotion was. When the doors had slid open, Marguerite had silenced, and her minions had fallen quiet in lockstep. I strained to tilt my head forward, my wrists pressing against the cold steel of the locks. I saw the silhouette of a spindly little woman from my vantage point.
“Miss Sears…I….I didn’t…” I knew that weak voice anywhere. It was Moira from the front desk.
“YOU DIDN’T WHAT?” Marguerite screamed. The sumptuous blonde rose slowly to her full height, making it apparent that Moira was now about the size of Marguerite’s shin.
“Miss Sears I’m sorry but I…”
“What?” Marguerite shouted, stomping forward.

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