Lightning Strikes

By Wussy

 

March 24, at 11:53 PM.  The exact moment Tiffany’s life changed.  On that fateful night, she had been walking home alone and taking a shortcut through a park when a massive thunderstorm appeared seemingly out of nowhere.  Drenched, she started running as fast as she could towards the nearest building.  She never made it.

 

The static buildup came first; the fine hairs on her neck starting to rise on their own.  After that, the sensation of flying backwards through the air.   And finally, blacking out as she slammed into a tree.

 

She awoke to the smell of burnt hair.  Aching all over, she struggled to her feet and tried to inspect the damage.  Aside from the fine hairs on her arms being singed, she didn’t feel too terrible.  At least, not until she noticed that her clothes weren’t fitting quite right.

 

When she got home and measured herself, she found that she was unexplainably 2 inches taller.   Going from an extra-petite 4’10” to an even 5’ was an astounding change, and those 2 inches gave her a world of confidence.  She felt like her life was going to turn around, and couldn’t be happier.

 

Six months later, she awoke on September 24th and found that all of her clothes were ill-fitting.  She recalled the similar feelings from right after the lightning bolt, and quickly grabbed a measuring tape.  Her suspicions were confirmed when she found that she was 5’2”.

 

While she was delighted to be taller, she was concerned.   Once or twice was one thing, but if it kept happening....  Already people were asking questions from her original two-inch spurt.  What would they say about her new height?  Or if she grew again?

 

She got the answer to her first question right away.  She lived in a small town, and people whispered behind her back, and most of her friends stopped talking to her.  Some of the braver guys would ask her out, but invariably they would stop calling, either from pressure by their friends or being creeped out by her new height.

 

So began Tiffany’s new life.  She started moving from town to town, taking odd jobs and menial work, never staying for longer than a year.  Every six months, on March and September 23rd at 11:53 PM, she would instantly shoot up another two inches.  It didn’t seem like much, but in one year she went from 4’10” to 5’2”, and the next to 5’6”, then to 5’10”.  People would stare and whisper, and it would be “gently suggested” that she move on.

 

Tiffany shook her head.  She didn’t have time to be reminiscing like this.   She had spent the last six years of her life like this, and was probably going to be going through this forever.  Sighing, she hurriedly put on her work outfit, but stopped for one last look in the mirror before leaving.

 

At 6’10”, she towered over everyone and everything.  When she was 4’10”, she wore a B-cup, but Bs on a tiny girl were the same thing as DDs on a giant one.  Her long, honey-blonde hair had been tied back in a ponytail.  Her forest-green eyes sparkled, making her seem more upbeat than she usually felt. 

 

Her size made what would normally be frumpy work clothes, a simple skirt and button-up shirt, into a tight and sexy outfit.  Unable to find clothes that fit properly, she was forced to leave the top couple of shirt buttons, showcasing both her cleavage and the fact that she couldn’t find bras that fit.  Her skirt, which was made to be long and somewhat loose, Became a rather skimpy mini-skirt that pulled tightly around her rear, teasing the world with a taste of what lay beneath.

 

Brushing a loose strand of hair aside, she sighed again.  She knew that she looked good, but most guys didn’t want to date a taller woman.   Besides that, when people found out that she was still growing, they tended to shun her.  Although she had long ago resigned to being single for the rest of her life, that still didn’t make the feelings of loneliness go away.

 

Her waitressing job was repetitive and tiring, but it paid pretty well and they didn’t ask too many questions.  Her tight uniform not only earned her some good tips, but also the jealousy and ire of her co-workers.  Between isolation from her co-workers and constant stares (but no action) from guys, she felt completely alone in the world.

 

The only bright spot in her life was a man named Derek, who showed up at the restaurant every night at 5:30, right after he got off of work.  He had been coming there so regularly that he even had a standard table, which he made sure was in Tiffany’s area, and always ordered the same thing: whatever she suggested.  He would flirt with her constantly, but in a playful way, and she would always turn him down gently, but hint that there might be more later.  Together they would play this game for an hour or so, until he would finally leave and give her a generous tip.

 

She wondered why she kept turning him down.   She didn’t really have any other romantic prospects.  “He seems like a nice enough guy.  He’s pretty cute, too.  And it’s only two days until the 24th,” she thought, “Maybe now’s the time, and he can see what kind of person I really am.  And then after he gets scared away like everyone else, I’ll be moving on anyway and that will be the end of that.”

 

That evening, Derek showed up like he always did, and got seated at his usual table.  Tiffany was busy with another customer, but gave him a wink as he sat down.  After she finished delivering their food, she made her way over to Derek, walking slowly and swaying her hips a little more than usual.  When she got closer, she could see that she was having the intended effect on him; he was thrown off his game and having a hard time focusing.

 

“Evening, hon.  What’ll you have tonight?” she asked, although she already knew the answer.   “Oh, well, you know me.  What’s good?” he asked, expecting to hear about the chef’s special.   Instead, Tiffany whispered, “Me.”   “Wh-what?”  “The tuna casserole” she said, acting as if nothing had happened.  Derek was still thrown off, so she added to it by lightly playing with her pen in her mouth.

 

It took Derek a second to recover, but he eventually stammered, “Y-yeah, that sounds great.  I’ll take an order of that.”   She nodded and walked away to give his order to the chef, again swaying her hips and making sure that he could see it.  Derek’s only thought was, “What’s going on with her, and why couldn’t she do that three months ago?!”

 

After the meal, Derek tried once again to get her to agree to a date, and to his surprise, this time she said, “Yes,” except that it had to be later that night.  It was a fairly standard date, dinner and a movie, but they both had a good time enjoying each others’ company.  Tiffany tried to ignore the stares and laughter from the other people, and probably wouldn’t have made it if it weren’t for Derek’s calming presence. 

 

Derek had clearly enjoyed himself, and while Tiffany had no love for the pointing and whispers, she also enjoyed his company, and told him how she’d love to go on a second date tomorrow.  When he dropped her off at her apartment, his heart skipped a beat when she kissed him on the cheek.  He also couldn’t help but be impressed as she struggled to extract herself from his car, and how much the shocks groaned when she was finally free.

 

The next day, Tiffany was in a much better mood.  She knew that her relationship with Derek couldn’t last, but she definitely had a good time and it felt great to be treated like a human being instead of a freak.  She whistled while she put on her outfit, winked at her reflection, and headed out for another long day at work.

 

That evening, Derek arrived at the restaurant right on schedule, sat down at his usual table, and waited patiently while Tiffany finished up another customer’s order.  When she saw him, she winked and blew him a kiss before seductively walking up to him.  She bent way over as she took his order, supposedly to better look him in the eye, although they both knew that she was just giving him a good look at the cleavage created by her large breasts.  She almost had to stifle a giggle when she saw how nervous he was getting.

 

Later that evening, he picked her up at her place, and surprised her with a trip to a roller skating rink.  It was admittedly corny, but the two of them had a fun time, laughing and talking as they circled the ring again and again.  Derek and Tiffany both enjoyed cuddling during the slow songs, although Derek enjoyed it more; being 6’2” to her 6’10” meant that his head was right about at her chest level, and he loved every minute of it.

 

At the conclusion of their second date in as many days, Tiffany again kissed Derek on the cheek before exiting his car. This time, however, it was her turn to ask him on a date.  “This will be something special, I promise,” she said, “so be here at my apartment at 9:00!  I’ll be on a strict schedule, so don’t be late!”  She kissed his cheek again for emphasis before struggling once more to pry herself out of his small car.

 

Tiffany awoke the next morning feeling incredibly conflicted.  Today was the 24th, and not only would she shoot up another two inches, planting her firmly into the 7’ range, but she would also discover what kind of man Derek truly was.  Experience with previous boyfriends told her to not get her hopes up, but despite that she still believed that he might actually decide to stay with her. 

 

Her waitressing job seemed to drag on forever.  She’d take care of three customers and check her watch to find that only twenty minutes had passed.  “God, just get this day over with already!  I’ve got to know one way or another!” she thought to herself.

 

As before, the highlight of her day was when Derek dropped by for a meal.  He tried to chat her up and figure out what she had planned for that evening, but Tiffany was unusually curt with him and did everything she could to stay friendly with him while simultaneously not giving up anything about that evening’s plans.

 

At 8:00, her shift ended, and she hurried home to change.  She already had the shoes, a comfortable pair of flats, but needed the dress.  She tore through her closet, looking for the perfect outfit to wear.  Something sexy and slinky, but with a little room for her upcoming ‘change’.  Digging way into the back, she found the perfect number.   A tight little strapless black dress.  A year and a half ago it was knee-length and a little loose, but now it ended mid-thigh and hugged every curve of her body.   Her lack of a bra meant that there was a good chance that her breasts might spill out over the top when she got bigger, but at this stage in their relationship she didn’t mind that at all.

 

At almost exactly 9:00 on the dot, her doorbell rang, and when she opened the door, Derek was stunned.  He had always considered her sexy in her normal outfits, and had never even imagined what she could look like when she really wanted to dress nicely.  He was so blown away that he didn’t even hear her invite him in the first couple of times.

 

He tried to hide his disappointment and confusion at the way that Tiffany was acting.  She had gotten all dressed up and hinted at something special happening, only to discover that she was only referring to a quiet home-cooked dinner and watching a movie on the couch.  Still, just being around her made him happy, and when she motioned for him to rest his head on her lap while they watching the movie together, he certainly had no complaints.

 

The movie ended and Tiffany checked her watch.  11:45.  “Less than 10 minutes.  I guess it’s now or never!” she said to herself, taking a deep breath in an effort to calm down.  She got up off the couch and gently pulled Derek up with her.   Rising to her full height, she looked down at the smaller man and explained everything.  The lightning strike six years ago, the small spurts every six months, the constant moves, everything. 

 

When she had finished, Derek was just staring at her, unsure of what to think about the whole deal.  She checked her watch again.  “One minute to go...” she thought.  She got down on her knees, making Derek slightly taller than her, then kissed him deeply and passionately. 

 

For Tiffany, it was like an emotional dam had burst.  As they kissed, years of repressed longing and loneliness seemed to well up inside her, and she pulled him in even harder, as if to make them go away.  Their tongues lightly played with each other, and she felt like this was her one, perfect moment.  That standing on her knees and kissing Derek was truly heaven on Earth.  Then the alarm on her watch beeped and she felt the change happen again.

 

Derek was only dimly aware of the watch beeping.  Instead, the first indication he had that something was happening was that he could feel her tongue swell larger in his mouth.  When he realized that she wasn’t kidding about growing bigger, he didn’t break the kiss but still tried to pay attention to every sensation that he was experiencing to try and etch this scene, this moment, into his memory forever.

 

He felt the skin on her bare back shift as his hands were forced further and further apart.  He was forced to start tilting his neck higher to keep the connection going.  Her hands started getting wider and drifting lower as her arms lengthened.  He could barely contain his smile as felt her warm, soft breasts grow heavier and push harder into his chest. 

 

She was becoming too tall and was forced to sit down to allow the kiss to continue.  Not long after that, however, both of them could feel whatever it was that was powering her growth fade away.   She quickly stood up, ready to show him the full extent of her new 7’ height, but quickly noticed that she was substantially taller than she expected to be.

 

She raced for her tape measure, and with Derek’s help, got a good measurement of her new size.  She almost fainted when she read the tape measure.  “Seven... seven foot eight?!   No, that can’t be right!  It... it was only supposed to be seven feet even!  What happened?” 

 

Derek looked up at the huge, confused woman, unsure of how or even if he could do anything to help.  Her dress was now little more than a strip of cloth covering her midsection.  He was just about eye level with her breasts now, and could easily see that they, now naked and exposed, had grown even larger.   Even taking into account her 10 extra inches of height, they were still much bigger, almost one and a half times larger, than they should’ve been.

 

Tiffany seemed frozen in shock, barely able to move.   He reached out and carefully touched her hand.  She flinched initially, but quickly reacted and grabbed his hand tightly, almost cutting off his circulation.  Now in real human contact, she fell to her knees and broke down crying.  Derek gently patted her on the shoulder, and she looked at him, tears streaming down her cheeks as she said, “It wasn’t supposed to be like this!  It’s always only 2 inches!  What happened?  What went wrong?”

 

Derek looked into her desperate eyes, unsure of what to say.   He had a suspicion, but wasn’t sure how she’d react.  Still, he trusted her, and voiced his opinion.  “I... I think it might’ve been me.”  Her eyes flashed in anger, and he reflexively took a step back.  “Now... let me finish... please?   You told me that everyone else had left you, right?  You never kissed them while you grew like you did with me, did you?”

 

The anger faded from her eyes, and she wiped away her tears as she considered Derek’s words.  “No, this is the first time I’ve ever done something like that.   And I was certainly experiencing...” she paused, searching for the right word, “... powerful feelings.  That might’ve caused it... but it doesn’t change that I’m even worse off than before!”  She tore the remains of the dress off with one hand, letting the rags fall lazily to the floor, as she stood up to her full height.  “Look at me!  I’m huge!  A giant freak!  Who’s not going to run in terror from me?  I’m a monster!”

 

Derek grabbed one of her large hands with both of his.  “Hello?  In case you haven’t noticed, I’m still here!  I’ve never left your side in all this.  I care about you.  I ... love you.  And I want to be with you, no matter what some tape measure says.”  Tiffany’s eyes started watering again, this time from happiness.  “You did stay, didn’t you?  Come here!” she said, getting on her knees and opening her arms wide. 

 

Derek wasted no time in returning her hug.  She held him tightly and peppered his face and cheeks with soft butterfly kisses, which he gladly accepted.  Once she had calmed down a bit, he whispered into her ear, “Besides, I’ve always liked tall girls!”  “Oh, you!” she shouted playfully, teasing the tip of his nose with her finger.

 

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Tiffany did not leave town like she originally planned, but instead moved in with Derek.  She ended up quitting her job as a waitress, but not because she felt like she had to hide her size.  On the contrary, thanks to Derek’s encouragement, she was becoming rather proud of her new height.  Instead, she had to quit because she couldn’t come close to finding an outfit that fit.

 

The only place for her to find clothes anymore were the “Big and Tall” stores, and even then those fit lousy.  The pants were usually designed for someone morbidly obese, as opposed to ‘very tall’, so she usually had to re-sew the legs to keep them from looking like parachute pants.  The shirts were similarly made for incredibly fat people, but her now massive breasts usually made up the difference, so those weren’t as bad.  Despite that, her choices usually came down to buying something two sizes too small so that the waist would fit but the chest be tight, or something the right size for her chest but the stomach looking huge.  The smaller sizes normally won, much to Derek’s delight.

 

He made a decent living as an associate lawyer.  He wasn’t rich, but he made enough to cover both of their expenses while she tried to figure out what to do with her new life.  Ultimately, she decided to wait on any major decision until she had her moment of truth: would she grow again at the next scheduled appointment?

 

The night of the 24th came, and she was more nervous than she had been in a long time.  Derek’s reassuring presence helped, but not by much.  She thought to herself, “Am I done growing?  Did all that height at once burn it out of me, or at least delay it by a couple of years?   Or will it happen again, even more than last time?  I hate not knowing!”

 

Derek, seeing the fear and nervousness in her eyes, held her hand, reminding her that he was still by her side.  As the clock ticked ever closer to 11:53, she steeled herself, and resolved to face her future head-on.  “No matter what happens, I can do this!  Derek is with me, and together we can handle anything!” she thought.

 

The alarm on her watch beeped.