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Avery perched on the edge of the sterile hospital bed, her foot tapping a rapid, anxious rhythm against the cold, tiled floor. She awaited the arrival of Doctor Goodwin, eager for the much-anticipated diagnosis. Her suspicion? Contracting the GTS virus from her fiancé, Tim, though she sought a firm confirmation. Her ordeal began a week prior, upon their return from a romantic weekend trip to the vine-laced countryside. As she was idly twisting her engagement ring, she found it unusually tight. The tightness of her ring was odd, given the strict dietary regime she had followed for the upcoming wedding. A few days later, she found her shoes uncomfortably snug. The realization dawned when she woke up the next morning, towering over Tim, a man of considerable height himself at 6'6. Staring down at her fiancé, her heart pounded as she rushed to the ER.

While she sat in silent anticipation, Avery could feel the hospital gown straining against her increasingly growing body. Her feet, like tendrils, spread across the icy floor. Amazed, she flexed her elongating toes. The bed creaked in protest under her mounting weight. She felt her chest swell outward, her nipples growing sensitive, sending a shiver snaking down her spine. Avery rose abruptly, her eyes set on the bathroom. Her underwear pulled tight against her enlarging butt, ripping from her pulsating expansion. Pausing before she entered, she noticed her head almost grazing the ten-foot ceiling. As she reached for the door handle, Doctor Goodwin entered the room, his eyes glued to her chart, oblivious to Avery's rapidly escalating growth.

"Good morning, Avery. How are you feeling today? It would appear you did indeed contract the GTS virus. But please remember, the virus' symptoms are largely manageable if detected early enough.You will never return to your original height, but standing at seven and a half feet tall isn't an extreme deviation. Hopefully, your fiancé has a fondness for tall women."

Before he could continue his explanation, Doctor Goodwin was interrupted by a thunderous rip and an echoing thud. Looking up from his chart, Doctor Goodwin was greeted by a surreal sight - Avery, nearly naked, sprawled across the room, her gigantic figure dwarfing the surroundings. As she shifted, her gigantic foot skidded towards him, her toes nudging his shoes.

Her voice laced with sarcasm, Avery chuckled, "Well, Doc, I'm afraid it might be a tad too late for me. What's my exit strategy before I outgrow this entire building?"

With a swift motion, Doctor Goodwin snatched the room's phone, dialing in a code orange.

"Urgently requesting code orange," he barked into the receiver. "We're in a five-minute race against losing the entire ER!"

As he hung up, he laid a calming hand on Avery's expansive leg. "Avery, I need you to breathe deeply and stay calm. Remember, stress will only accelerate your growth."

His warning, however, fell on deaf ears as Avery's growth spurt sped up. Her head burst through the ceiling, and as Goodwin sprinted through the door, Avery's foot burst through the wall, her size increasing exponentially.

Running towards the exit, Goodwin found himself dodging falling debris and the rapidly expanding limbs of Avery. His mind raced - this was the third growth outbreak this week, and he wasn't certain if the hospital's budget could handle yet another ER reconstruction.

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Avery perched on the edge of the sterile hospital bed, her foot tapping a rapid, anxious rhythm against the cold, tiled floor. She awaited the arrival of Doctor Goodwin, eager for the much-anticipated diagnosis. Her suspicion? Contracting the GTS virus from her fiancé, Tim, though she sought a firm confirmation. Her ordeal began a week prior, upon their return from a romantic weekend trip to the vine-laced countryside. As she was idly twisting her engagement ring, she found it unusually tight. The tightness of her ring was odd, given the strict dietary regime she had followed for the upcoming wedding. A few days later, she found her shoes uncomfortably snug. The realization dawned when she woke up the next morning, towering over Tim, a man of considerable height himself at 6'6. Staring down at her fiancé, her heart pounded as she rushed to the ER.

While she sat in silent anticipation, Avery could feel the hospital gown straining against her increasingly growing body. Her feet, like tendrils, spread across the icy floor. Amazed, she flexed her elongating toes. The bed creaked in protest under her mounting weight. She felt her chest swell outward, her nipples growing sensitive, sending a shiver snaking down her spine. Avery rose abruptly, her eyes set on the bathroom. Her underwear pulled tight against her enlarging butt, ripping from her pulsating expansion. Pausing before she entered, she noticed her head almost grazing the ten-foot ceiling. As she reached for the door handle, Doctor Goodwin entered the room, his eyes glued to her chart, oblivious to Avery's rapidly escalating growth.

"Good morning, Avery. How are you feeling today? It would appear you did indeed contract the GTS virus. But please remember, the virus' symptoms are largely manageable if detected early enough.You will never return to your original height, but standing at seven and a half feet tall isn't an extreme deviation. Hopefully, your fiancé has a fondness for tall women."

Before he could continue his explanation, Doctor Goodwin was interrupted by a thunderous rip and an echoing thud. Looking up from his chart, Doctor Goodwin was greeted by a surreal sight - Avery, nearly naked, sprawled across the room, her gigantic figure dwarfing the surroundings. As she shifted, her gigantic foot skidded towards him, her toes nudging his shoes.

Her voice laced with sarcasm, Avery chuckled, "Well, Doc, I'm afraid it might be a tad too late for me. What's my exit strategy before I outgrow this entire building?"

With a swift motion, Doctor Goodwin snatched the room's phone, dialing in a code orange.

"Urgently requesting code orange," he barked into the receiver. "We're in a five-minute race against losing the entire ER!"

As he hung up, he laid a calming hand on Avery's expansive leg. "Avery, I need you to breathe deeply and stay calm. Remember, stress will only accelerate your growth."

His warning, however, fell on deaf ears as Avery's growth spurt sped up. Her head burst through the ceiling, and as Goodwin sprinted through the door, Avery's foot burst through the wall, her size increasing exponentially.

Running towards the exit, Goodwin found himself dodging falling debris and the rapidly expanding limbs of Avery. His mind raced - this was the third growth outbreak this week, and he wasn't certain if the hospital's budget could handle yet another ER reconstruction.