My Super Sweet Giantess

By CBaud

Chapter One: Tammy

“I’m sorry about the outfit”

“It’s fine”

“I didn’t know they wanted you to wear a costume”

“I said it’s fine. Don’t worry about it”

We drove in silence for a while, with the occasional outburst of giggles from the girls in the back of the SUV. Despite my apology, I actually liked Tammy’s costume, and I kept stealing glances at her. She was meant to represent an amazon. She was dressed in something like a toga crossed with a bikini. Maybe that’s how amazons dressed, I don’t know. Her midriff was bare, and Tammy kept tugging at the white fabric, trying vainly to make it cover her exposed stomach. She had put on a bit of weight since leaving the basketball team last February, and while she was nowhere close to fat, she was definitely rounder and softer than she had once been. She was proud of her feminine curves, rare in someone of her height, and usually welcomed a chance to show them off and be the center of attention. Still, she was clearly self-conscious about having so much skin on display.

I looked down the length of her legs, still a little cramped even with the seat pushed all the way back. They had made gold Roman sandals for her, the kind with a leather sole and thin laces which wrapped around her foot and ankle and tied off around her calf. I marveled again at how pretty her feet were. Most really tall girls that I’d known had long, bony toes which I didn’t find attractive (toes shouldn’t have knobby knuckles!), plus their toes often curved in unexpected directions from years of wearing shoes that were too small. I sympathize—it must be expensive having a kid that keeps growing and outgrowing clothes and shoes. Maybe Tammy’s mother just gave up and let her daughter go barefoot throughout her childhood. In any case, Tammy had thick, straight toes (recently pedicured and sporting a metallic green polish), and perfectly proportioned feet. Though I’m sure she had trouble finding stylish shoes, assuming that Manolo Blahniks don’t come in a size 15. After seeing her in just the same three pairs of shoes, I was enjoying the sight of her feet in these new sandals. And because I’d probably never see her wearing them again, I stole frequent glances at her, trying to burn the pleasant sight into my memory.

We pulled up at the first house. Tammy got out of the car, tugged at her toga one last time and started for the front door. There came a cry from the backseat. “The spear! You have to be holding the spear!” Tammy groaned, turned around and took the long spear being handed to her through the window of the backseat. I caught her eye and smiled sympathetically and encouragingly. “You’ll be great.”

“Thanks,” she muttered. She walked to the front door and rang the bell. After a short pause, the door opened and there stood a young man who I suppose was the dreamiest rising senior in high school. He gazed up at Tammy, his jaw dropping.

I’ll hand it to Tammy. When it was showtime, she got into character. She spoke loud enough for us to easily hear her from the street.

“You! Boy! Are you Brian Timmins?”

“Yeah.” Brian was trying to resume his cool attitude, but wasn’t succeeding.

“I am sent by my lady, Chelsey, the Queen of the Amazons, who commands you to attend the celebration of her 18th Birthday on Saturday, August 7th at 6pm. There shall be feasting and dancing and amazing delights which will be remembered for years to come. Take your invitation” and here she thrust out her spear, onto the end of which dangled Brian’s invitation. Brian took it cautiously, looking more than a little intimidated by the towering amazon before him. Tammy leaned down to look Brian in the eye, giving him an eyeful of her cleavage in the process. “Rsvp promptly, and arrive on time. Do not disappoint the Queen of the Amazons!”

With that, Tammy turned on her heel and strode back to the SUV. I could see in her face that she’d dropped character, and was now eager to get out of here. The four girls in the backseat squealed and giggled and waved at Brian, who waved back, still a little dazed from his encounter with probably the tallest girl he’d ever seen.

We went around to maybe 50 more houses. Tammy was a trouper. She did her act at each door, and she always got a reaction. When we were done, we went back to Chelsey’s house, dropped off the girls and the SUV, and got our checks for the day’s work from Chelsey’s dad, Dr. Redwood. Tammy went inside to change back into her street clothes, and I chatted with my boss.

“You’re still sure about this? You’re going to debut the device at her party?” I didn’t try to hide my skepticism.

“Well yes, Chelsey wants to do it, and I think it will be an effective demonstration. And perfectly safe.” The good doctor seemed very nonchalant about what seemed to me like a big deal. I pressed the issue.

“What about the reduced inhibitions? The “intoxication effect”? We haven’t solved that yet. It’ll be like giving each of those girls a shot of tequila. They’ve sent parents to jail for serving drinks to kids at parties. I know it’s not the same and that all of them will be 18, but still.”

“Oh, I don’t think the effect from one exposure will be all that bad. I’ll be here to monitor the situation. And even if the end result is similar, we won’t be breaking any laws. Besides, they will have all signed waivers. Believe me, if the Gorber lawyers aren’t worried, than neither should we.” The doctor’s mind was made up. The key bit of information was that Chelsey wanted to do it. In the years that I’d been working for him, I’d never known Dr. Redwood to deny even the smallest request his daughter had made. And this was a big one. Maybe the biggest. I changed the subject.

“Do you think Gorber Inc. will care about the gender problem? The fact that it has no effect on men?”

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll care eventually, but they’ll be too impressed with the initial demonstration to worry about that yet. By then they’ll have paid handsomely for the work so far and the work to come.” I began to realize that this massive party, ostensibly for his daughter’s birthday, was really going to be a giant business expense. Sure there’d be mostly teenagers there, but this would all be for the benefit of the three Gorber executives who would be witnessing the demonstration.

Dr. Redwood was staring at the house. I followed his gaze and smiled to see Tammy coming towards us. Dr. Redwood was smiling too. I had long wondered if he shared my admiration for tall women, and this was more evidence supporting my theory. We said our goodbyes, got in my car and headed back to campus. The Redwoods lived on a huge secluded farm, miles from their nearest neighbor, and it was good twenty minute drive back to civilization.

“They let you keep the costume?” I nodded at the bag on the floor of the cramped passenger compartment.

“Yeah. Maybe I’ll wear it for Halloween or something.”

“Hey, want to stop for dinner before I take you home? My treat. I just came into some money.” I joked.

“No thanks. I gotta get back. I’ve got some studying to do. This summer school class is kicking my ass.” Tammy sort of smiled at me, then looked out the window at the rolling farmland.

“Sure, no problem.” I made light of the brush-off. Even though we’d spent the day together, dinner would make it too much like a date. Still, it had been a good day, and maybe the next invitation would go better.

We lived in the same apartment complex, mostly rented by students. I found a parking spot fairly close to her apartment, though a bit of a walk from mine. I was the first out of the car, and was waiting beside the passenger door when she got out. This was no accident. I loved standing beside her when Tammy stood up. She had both legs out of the car already as she gathered up her purse and the bag with the toga and sandals. Then she stood up. Tammy is a full foot taller than me, so watching her stand up is like watching Alice in Wonderland take a bite of a mushroom pizza. I never got tired of it.

“Thanks for doing this today. I think Chelsey was happy, and that makes her dad happy. And it can’t hurt for my boss to be happy.” This was true. I had the best job in the world, I wanted to keep it for a long time, and I wasn’t above doing a weekend task for the boss’s daughter to curry favor.

“No problem. It was a fairly painless way to make $200. Thanks for thinking of me.”

As if I could think of anyone else. When I’d overheard Chelsey and her friends a week ago making their invitation list and trying to think of a memorable way to deliver them, it was a no-brainer to suggest the 6’8” former basketball player I’d had a couple of classes with and had a huge crush on.

Tammy started heading towards her building. “All right, see you around.”

“See you.” I started to offer to walk her to her door, but thought better of it. Too obvious. Besides, who would dare assault the emissary of the Amazon Queen?

Chapter Two: Chelsey

Three weeks later, the day of the big party, I was working in Dr. Redwood’s lab, not doing much, just sort of holding the fort. Dr. Redwood was on some island near the Caymans, meeting with the top executives of Gorber Inc. That afternoon, they would fly back on the corporate jet, and then witness the fruits of the doctor’s labors.

I gazed out the window at the lawn where the tent was set up, and a tropical rainforest was being created. Swarms of caterers and florists and electricians were buzzing around, making everything perfect. My parents’ first house probably cost less than this party. Maybe their second house even.

I looked around Dr. Redwood’s desk, and I saw a framed family portrait taken about five years ago. I think it was the last one taken before his wife got sick. The two adults are smiling warmly. Thirteen year old Chelsey has her mouth twisted into the general shape of a smile, but there’s no joy there. I can’t blame her. Adolescence was not kind to Chelsey. She’d had it all: acne, braces, glasses. And fat. She had been a short, fat, ugly kid. She stared out of that picture with intense desperation, silently begging the viewer not to look at her, not to remember her this way.

The last five years had brought many changes to Chelsey’s life. Her mother had gotten sick, then passed about three years after the cancer diagnosis (two years longer than the doctors had given her). Ironically, she died about the same time her dad had made his big breakthrough in his research; the one that had paid for this huge house, this private lab, all this land, and this big party tonight. It was as if the universe had decided that the loss of her mother was enough grief for one childhood. Chelsey wanted for nothing that money could buy. Her skin cleared up, the braces came off, as did most of the excess weight. She had developed into a fairly attractive, curvy young lady. She still had some baby fat to grow out of, and she would probably never be called skinny. She was not the prettiest of her circle of friends, but she was definitely cute. Chelsey’s senior portrait picture was also on Dr. Redwood’s desk, and looking at the two pictures, it was hard to believe that the unhappy girl in the one would turn out as well as the smiling young lady in the other.

I’m not saying this was a happily ever after kind of story. Chelsey had become used to getting her way, and was not pleasant to be around if someone dared to tell her no. Earlier today I’d overheard her screaming at the poor fool who had tried to substitute different centerpieces from the ones she’d picked out. Her father didn’t seem to notice or to mind. He indulged her every whim, and I don’t think he was doing his daughter any favors by doing so.

I looked towards the pool, and there was Chelsey with her three best friends, Amy, Bethany, and Karen. Her VIP’s I guess they were called today. Chelsey would occasionally look towards the tent at yell at a caterer, but otherwise she and her friends seemed to be laughing and having a good time.

Chelsey’s cell phone rang. She looked annoyed at the interruption, looked at the caller ID, then flipped it open quickly. Her sweet tone contrasted sharply with her sour expression. “Hi, Daddy.”

She listened for a minute, and all sweetness disappeared. “So?” she growled into the phone. “So what if they can’t come? The party is still tonight.” She stood up and started pacing while she listened, clearly growing angry. “No, we can’t postpone it. It’s tonight! Everyone is coming. Everything is here already……WHAT?”

She stopped pacing and began to cry, and when she spoke next her voice was shaking with fury. “No, you promised. You promised that I could do it for my party. It will ruin everything if I can’t! It’s the whole point of the party! If I make my entrance without that, I’ll just look stupid. Everyone will laugh at me and call me retarded and it’ll just ruin everything.”

Another pause, and her tears dried up. There was nothing now but teeth-clenched rage. “No, but IT’S here. I don’t care if you can’t be here. That’s not what matters. What matters is that I get to make my entrance and do everything the way you said I could. The way you promised. I have been waiting for so long for this night and I can’t wait any longer.” There was genuine anguish and longing in her voice, not just the temper tantrum.

She listened intently, and visibly relaxed a little. “Sure, fine, that’ll be fine. Just tell him. Call him right now and tell him to do exactly what we said. Yes. I love you too Daddy. I’ll see you tomorrow. And Daddy, I am sorry you won’t be here. It’s just that I can’t disappoint all my guests. I know. I love you too. Bye, Daddy.”

A moment later, my cell phone rang. It was Dr. Redwood. “Eric, there’s been a little change in plans. There’s been a…well…there’s been an incident at one of Gorber’s facilities in South America. The executives I was meeting with, they have to go down there immediately on the jet. And they want me to come. They think I can help, and I probably can. Anyway, listen, about Chelsey’s party. I can’t be there, and Chelsey is counting on me to.....well, I was hoping you could operate the device in my place.”

What could I say? It hadn’t been the way I’d planned to spend the evening, but it was the ultimate way to bank brownie points. I reassured the doctor that I’d take care of everything. He reviewed the plan with me. One exposure for Chelsey and each of her three friends, at very specific levels. At least two hours before reversing, but no more than four hours. Piece of cake, right?

“Thanks a million, Eric. You don’t know how much I appreciate this. I’m going to be out of communications range for a while, but if you need to reach me, you can leave a message with Gorber’s emergency line and they’ll get it to me at the first opportunity. I don’t expect you’ll need to. Everything should go smoothly, but.... Hey, why don’t you invite a friend to keep you company? Try to enjoy yourself a little bit tonight.” I smiled for the first time since my phone had rung. I knew exactly who I wanted to invite.

After I hung up the phone, I heard the sound of multiple sets of flip-flops marching closer. (thwack-thwack Thwack-Thwack Thwackeda-Thwackeda THWACKEDA-THWACKEDA) They got louder and louder, then suddenly stopped. I turned around and there was Chelsey in the doorway of the lab, her friends peering in behind her. Chelsey was no more than five feet tall and was the shortest girl of the four by at least a head, but there was no mistaking that she was the leader of this group. Her expression wasn’t necessarily angry, but it was determined.

“My dad explained it to you, right? You’re going to do this for us tonight?” I could sense that there was another huge crying and screaming fit waiting right around the corner if she didn’t like my answer. I could also sense that she was genuinely afraid that I might say no. I considered yanking her chain a little. I worked for her dad, not for her, and I almost wanted her to lose her cool. Or maybe I wanted her to have beg me to help her. Maybe I just wanted to hear her say please for once. But I decided to be professional and courteous and to put her at ease instead. How unlike me.

“Yes, everything will be just like you planned. Your entrance will be all anyone will talk about for months, and your party will be a hit. I’ll take care of everything. Your majesty.”

I threw in the last bit to be a little sarcastic, but it was lost on Chelsey. She broke into a big glowing smile, jumped and clapped her hands and then she ran over to me, stood on tiptoe, threw her arms around my neck, kissed my cheek and gave me a big hug. To my surprise, I hugged her back. I was genuinely happy for her. I confess, I noticed the swell of her breasts through her t-shirt as she pressed against me, and I liked the feeling. She pulled back, and as I looked down at her round beaming face framed by her long, brown curly hair, I noticed for the first time her resemblance to Tammy. Funny. She might even pass for Tammy’s sister. If she were taller.

Chapter Three: Entrance

It was almost time. The guests had parked in a central location downtown, and two buses had brought them up to the farm. There was some sort of costume requirement, so most of the teenagers were dressed as amazons or warriors with varying degrees of creativity and exposed skin. Now they were under the tent: some were gobbling finger food and drinking non-alcoholic fizzy drinks with naughty names, some were dancing to the blaring music, and all were waiting for the guest of honor. It was a warm night, and the crowd and the bright lights under the tent made everyone warmer.

There was a stage at one end of the tent, with a curtained off backstage area with a couch and a couple of chairs. I waited there with Chelsey and her three VIPs. They were all in their own costumes, made in a similar style to the one Tammy had worn three weeks ago. These togas were in one piece, though. All were barefoot—the sandals would come later. The three VIPs were on the couch, chattering excitedly. Chelsey was pacing.

While I had told the girls the rules, I visually inspected them to make sure they’d followed my instructions. Karen had her legs crossed, and was bobbing her foot up and down. Her foot moved in and out of a beam of light from onstage, and I saw a tell-tale glint.

“Karen, no rings means no toe rings either.”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot.” She slowly raised her leg, and playfully thrust her foot up at me. “Lucky for me you’re doing a pre-show foot inspection. You want to take it off for me?” She wiggled her toes and smiled sweetly but knowingly.

Fortunately, I didn’t have to figure out how to answer that question, as Amy chimed in that she’d do it. Karen raised her eyebrows, cocked her head and gave a little shrug, then stretched her leg across Bethany’s lap. Amy set to work removing the verboten jewelry. She handed it to Karen, who turned back to me. “Oops, no pockets. Would you mind keeping that someplace safe?” She held it out towards me and I smiled patiently as I took the golden ring from her. “Maybe you can put it back on for me at the end of the night.” I tried not to let her see that her little show had turned me on.

The rest of the girls had remembered to follow instructions. No prohibited items. I went over the schedule one last time. We’d begin at 7pm. We couldn’t reverse the effect before 9pm, but we had to do so before 11pm. I told them we’d start the reversal at 10pm, so as to be sure to be done by 10:30. Chelsey rolled her eyes a little, but didn’t say anything.

Then it was time. The smoke machines churned out a thick fog, the lights danced around, and Chelsey stepped out onstage. I waited in the wings with the device. I fingered it nervously. Dr. Redwood and I are both fans of the old Star Trek series. The device was fairly compact, and we liked the idea of making it resemble an old-school phaser. It looked really cool. What it did was even cooler.

Chelsey had a microphone, and she greeted her guests. “Hello, everybody! Thanks for coming to my party!” The crowd cheered and whooped to show that they were happy to be there.

“Hard to believe, little Chubby Chelsey is 18 years old.” A few in the crowd laughed nervously. Most of them were friends from the private school she’d started going to two years ago, and had never heard the nickname from her middle school days at public school. There were a few in the crowd who remembered it though. They hadn’t realized that Chelsey knew about it.

Chelsey continued. “Well, I’ve changed a lot in the last few years. I’ve done a lot of growing up. And tonight, I’m going to grow up some more, just for you. Because tonight I am the Queen of the Amazons!”

That was my cue. I took a last look at the settings on the device, then aimed it at Chelsey and pulled the trigger.

The device doesn’t shoot out a “ray” like you’d see on Star Trek. But in the light and the smoke effect, you could see a faint outline of a beam. It hit Chelsey squarely, and she let out a small yip as it hit her. I don’t think it hurt, but it probably tingled a little. She absorbed the beam, and she got a big smile on her face. Whatever she was feeling, she liked it.

The change was subtle at first. As if I was looking at her through a camera lens, my eyes seemed to zoom in slowly for a closeup. But I knew what to expect and was looking for it. The crowd didn’t seem to notice anything yet, and started murmuring, wondering why Chelsey was just standing there.

Then you could hear the ripping.

Chelsey had been very clever about this. She’d gotten a designer to create an outfit that would tear away from a one-piece into a two-piece. Extra fabric was strategically tucked away and seams would rip and fabric would unfurl as needed. Chelsey was simultaneously growing out of one outfit and into another. Painless for her, but with a satisfying sound effect for the crowd. The skirt became more of a mini-skirt, creeping up her legs to reveal more of her thighs. The top, which had been fairly modest compared to some of the outfits I’d seen the guests wearing, was becoming one of the more revealing of the evening. By the time separation was complete, Chelsey had grown about six inches. And she wasn’t done yet.

Chelsey stretched her arms out and above her head. She stood on her tiptoes and arched her back. To the audience, it looked as if the act of stretching was what was making her bigger. There were pockets of excited chatter, but largely the response was stunned slient amazement. She was taller than me now, and still going. I couldn’t help thinking that the effect would be more impressive if she had someone onstage with her to serve as a reference point. But Chelsey had not wanted to share this moment in the spotlight with anyone.

Once she passed six feet, the growth was less noticeable. She was slowing down as she reached her final height of 6’3”. Finally, satisfied that the transformation was complete, she threw her arms in the air in a “ta-da” gesture. Slowly, the crowd responded with scattered applause, which grew into whooping and shouts. Chelsey grinned broadly. She raised the mike, now noticeably smaller in her hand.

“I think I’d like my shoes now. Oh VIP’s”

The designer who had done such a brilliant job with the size-changing togas hadn’t figured out how to do the same trick with sandals. Her three friends trotted out, Karen and Amy each carrying a golden sandal like Tammy had worn. Bethany held back, not coming out to the center of the stage. Just as well. Bethany was nearly my height, so it was more impressive to see the new Chelsey side by side with the two girls closer to her original height. Now Chelsey was at least a foot taller than either of them. She smiled down at them while they laced up her footwear. When they were done, Chelsey patted them on the head. Both girls were smiling, but with a grimace kind of smile.

“Thank you VIP’s. I think an Amazon Queen deserves some Amazon Princesses, don’t you?” The crowd cheered its agreement.

Show time again. I adjusted the settings on the device, and fired off shots at Amy and Karen. Bethany was still hanging around the edges of the stage, and Chelsey waved to her to come forward and take her turn. Bethany looked like she had stage fright or something and just wouldn’t budge. Chelsey went over to her to talk to her. I could see Chelsey looking down at her, talking insistently, and I saw Bethany shake her head. Finally, Chelsey took her by the arm and dragged her forward. Chelsey used to be seven inches shorter than Bethany, and now was eight inches taller, and I suspect she enjoyed being able to strongarm her friend. Once she reached center stage, I worked my science on her.

All three girls were wearing the same kind of breakaway togas, so it was the same show, just times three. Amy and Karen are both bustier than Chelsey, and for a moment I worried that they might spill out of their tops as they grew, but the fabric held. Chelsey loved her friends, but had made it clear that this was her night and it just wouldn’t be fair for them to be as tall as her, so the VIPs were only going to grow to an even six feet instead of Chelsey’s 6’3”. Both Amy and Karen were taller than Chelsey to begin with, so their total nine inch growth was less impressive than Chelsey’s fifteen inch transformation had been. Bethany only needed to grow about five inches to reach six feet. Her toga almost didn’t separate into its two pieces.

When the Princess VIP’s had reached their new Amazonian heights, Chelsey turned back to the crowd. “All right everybody! Have a great time tonight! Now what happened to the music? Let’s dance!” With that, Chelsey waded into the crowd, a clear head and shoulders above the people nearest the stage. The music started, and Chelsey began gyrating in rhythm, making some room for herself by knocking people out of her way as she swung her hips from side to side. I couldn’t tell if it was by accident.

The three princesses went backstage to put on their own sets of sandals. I followed.

Chapter Four: Karen

Bethany sorted through the stacks of sandals. It seemed the designer, so precise in the measurements for the amazon togas, was not certain what the girls’ final shoe size would be, and had found it easier to just make lots of pairs in a wide variety of sizes. Some seemed absurdly large, the sandal equivalent of clown shoes. Bethany finally found a pair that seemed right for her, and starting lacing them up. 

Amy and Karen were too busy studying themselves and each other to worry about shoes. Amy was examining her hands, turning them from front to back when she said “I thought I’d feel more different. I know I’m taller, but I feel the same.” Amy turned to Karen. “I mean, you look the same to me. We were the same size to begin with, and we’re the same size now. So I don’t feel like I’ve gotten any taller, it’s more like everything around me has gotten smaller.”

I chimed in. “You’re right about that. This isn’t like a growth spurt, where your body changes proportions as you get taller. This is more like magnification. Proportional expansion.”

Bethany had finished lacing her sandals and rejoined her friends, so I was looking up at all three girls as my explanation went on. They only were four inches taller than me, almost as much taller than me now than I’d been taller than Amy and Karen just ten minutes ago. But like I’d just been saying: it wasn’t that they were taller. It was that they were bigger. Small curves were now big curves. Big curves were now…a truly wonderful sight to behold.

I was getting a little hot and bothered, and felt more than a little tongue tied as a result. I stopped looking up at the girls, and glanced down at the ground. That didn’t help. All three girls had pretty feet, and Bethany’s were now wrapped attractively in those golden sandals, the thin laces winding up her muscular calves. Karen’s feet were probably the most perfect of the three, and now there was more there to admire. Magnified. Proportionally expanded. Karen wiggled her toes, which made me realize that my quick glance was becoming an awkward stare, so I hastened to finish my thought.

“So...uh...technically you aren’t taller, you’re...uh...bigger.”

Bethany turned away and muttered “Great. Bigger. Just what I always wanted.” Amy followed her. “Hey, it’s not so bad. It’s just for a few hours. And we’re the same size now! You aren’t the biggest one of the group anymore!”

Bethany smirked. “Thanks. That makes me feel so much better.”

Amy was oblivious. “C’mon, help me find some shoes.”

Karen alone remained looking down at me, smiling. “So I’m a big girl now, huh?” She bent down closer to my face. “I think you like big girls. Am I big enough for you yet?”

I took a step backwards. “What are you talking about?”

Karen took a step forward. Her step covered more ground than mine, so she was even closer than a moment ago. “You know what I mean. I remember the way you were looking at that girl who handed out the invitations. I’ve also seen the way you’ve been looking at me.”

That was a truth I wasn’t prepared to acknowledge, so I tried to change the subject and took another step back. “You mean Tammy? We’re just friends.”

“But you wish you were more than that.” Karen took another step forward, this time laying her index finger on my shoulder, moving it slowly towards my neck in a soft caress. “She’s no good for you, Eric. She’s not a very nice person. She left the basketball team because she’s slow and lazy and a quitter. Not like me. I’m not a quitter.”

And you definitely aren’t slow either, I thought to myself. I was surprised that Karen knew so much about women’s basketball. I'd also heard that theory about why Tammy, the tallest women’s player in the history of the program, had suddenly left the team after her freshman year. That Tammy hadn't been willing to do the work, and had been quick to blame the coaches for making unreasonable demands and making her spend too much time on the bench. Karen either followed the sport, or she’d done her homework. Either way, I was a little impressed.

I was more impressed with her impressive body. Which she was starting to press against me. The problem wasn’t that I didn’t like it. I was liking it a bit too much. Karen leaned closer and whispered in my ear. “I’m better than she is. She doesn’t have this figure. She doesn’t have these curves.” Was she going to start making out with me right here? Panicked, I shot a look behind her. Amy was still happily digging through the box of sandals, holding up a pair to her bare foot to judge the fit. Bethany was peering out the curtain looking at the party beyond. They didn’t seem to notice that their friend was making a move on me.

Karen now put both her hands on my shoulders, and I sensed the strength that came with her new size. “ If I’m not big enough for you now, you could make me bigger. I don’t mind. I kinda like it. You could make me as big as her. Bigger if you wanted. Is that what you want? Is that what you’d like?”

And God said unto Adam “The good news is that I have given thee both a brain and a penis. The bad news is that I have only given thee enough blood to use one at a time.” I was trying to keep the brain in charge of this situation, but I was losing. Karen was saying things I would never have expected to hear outside of my dreams. She might have been playing with me, but I was too intoxicated with possibilities to distrust her.

Intoxicated. Shit.

I pulled away from her grip. I took her hands (larger than mine, I noticed) and looked up at her. “Karen, this isn’t you. This is a side effect of the growth process. Your body has undergone a massive change, and to help you adjust to it, your brain has relaxed you. A lot. Your muscles, but also your mind, your personality. It’s like you’ve had a strong drink. It’s reduced your inhibitions, and maybe clouded your judgment.” I was regaining my composure. I continued. “In a few hours, this will be over and you’ll be back to normal. I wouldn’t want to take advantage of you, or allow you to do anything you’d regret.”

I patted her hand and took a step away. This time she didn’t follow. She also wasn’t smiling anymore. Her shoulder-length red hair brought out the red appearing now in her cheeks.

“You can tell yourself that if you need to. But I’m serious about what I said. You have no idea what you’re turning down. What you’re missing.” With that she turned around. “Hey Amy, found any shoes for me in there?”

I beat a hasty exit outside. I had either averted disaster, or walked away from the greatest thing that might ever happen to me. And for the life of me, I had no idea which.

Chapter Five: Jodie

After walking around for five minutes, I was convinced I’d done the right thing with Karen. I was only so attracted to her because of her new size. Which would be gone in a little over two hours, not to return. Tammy on the other hand, wasn’t going to be shrinking anytime soon. True, Tammy didn’t have the bigger chest or the curvier physique at the moment, but she was still taller than Karen, even at Karen’s new size. And after tonight there’d be no contest. 

Plus Karen was still a senior in high school. I was a college junior. Not a huge age difference, but it would feel like I was taking advantage of her. If I’d done anything. Which I hadn’t. Damn it.

Karen had got me thinking about Tammy, about her leaving the basketball team and what that might reveal about her. I confess, I was delighted to spend time with someone so tall and so pretty. I hadn’t given much thought to her character or her personality. Let me get a real date with her first, and then I’d think about those things.

I headed back into the main tent, where the party was going full blast. Chelsey was easy to pick out of the crowd, and now her princesses had joined her. They were all dancing together in a circle, occasionally turning outward to include one of their guests. I made my way over to the drinks table. I would have loved a beer, but settled for a diet coke. Then I went over to one of the food tables and snacked. I caught snippets of conversation around me.

“I still think it’s a trick.”

“Go over there man, it’s real.”

“They’re all dancing on a platform and she’s wearing heels or something.”

“No way man, go over there. See for yourself.”

Then…

“well, she was already a little pudgy at five feet. Looks like her fat grew with her.”

“I like it. She makes the rest of us look super skinny!”

Then…

“Dude, she had her hands all over you. She wants you dude.”

“Shut up, Frank.”

“Dude, you could totally score with the Queen of the Amazons. You could be her little man slave!”

“Frank, just because she’s a big fat bitch instead of a little fat bitch, doesn’t mean that I’m suddenly interested…”

And then…

“Omigod, Jennifer, she totally snubbed Christy. Christy went over to her to say hi, and she just turned her back. Isn’t that right, Christy?”

“As if that wasn’t bad enough, she shook her fat amazon ass at me. I swear to God I had to get out of there before she tried to sit on me!”

And then…

“Hi, Eric.”

There was just a trace of a Scottish lilt to that voice. I turned around, surprised. But it was her. A pretty girl with blue eyes and a bright smile, very petite except for having the biggest breasts of any girl I’d ever known.

“Hi, Jodie. I didn’t know you’d be here tonight. You look great.”

“Thanks, you don’t look so bad yourself. Yeah, I don’t know why I made the guest list. Chelsey and I haven’t really been friends for some time. But, it’s a nice party, and it’s nice to be invited, I suppose. A friendly gesture. How are things at University?”

“Oh, fine. Getting tougher, but I’m doing okay grade-wise. And you?”

“Oh, fine. Just ready to graduate, you know what I mean? Ready to go somewhere else for a while.”

“Oh, so you won’t be staying here for school?” Was it relief or disappointment that crept into my voice?

“Well, that hadn’t been my plan. Why?” She couldn’t tell either. I tried to be cool.

“Just wondering.” This was getting too weird. I had to say something. “Listen, Jodie. I, uh, I’ve never really apologized for the way things ended….”

She smiled warmly but a little sadly. “No, Eric, that’s not why I came over just now. I’m not looking for any…”

“No, I know, but, it’s just…I’m not proud of how I behaved towards you. It wasn’t nice. It wasn’t fair. “

“Eric, that was a long time ago. We were both younger then. I was really young…”

“I know. I’m sorry. That’s all I’m trying to say. I’m sorry.”

Jodie was silent for a second, the flashing lights from the dance floor illuminating her pensive face. When she spoke, her accent was more pronounced. Remembering the events of three years ago had made her sound more like she did when she first moved here. “I won’t lie: I was really sad for a long time. And I was really mad at you. I was trying to adapt to so many things: new school, new people, new country, new culture. And you had been so kind and warm, and suddenly you weren’t there anymore. I hadn’t just lost my boyfriend. I’d lost my best friend. I missed you so much, and it hurt. I didn’t know how much I had depended on you. And that was my fault. That wasn’t fair to expect so much of you.”

“Jodie, I….”

“No, let me finish.” Her face was darker now. “It was my fault to need you that much. But you’re right. You shouldn’t have just dumped me like that. For her. I thought that you’d only been with me because of these.” Here she stuck out her chest slightly. Jodie wasn’t wearing an amazon costume, but a scoop-necked top with another shirt on top of it. The buttons of the upper shirt strained to contain the chest within. Assuming that shirt had fit her once, it clearly no longer did. Hard as it was to believe, it looked like Jodie was still developing. Still growing. Still getting bigger.

I had looked at her chest too long. I hastily made eye contact with her again, but Jodie had noticed. “I thought you had liked me. Really liked me.”

“I did. I do….did!”

“But once Alison came along, it was like I didn’t exist. She was what, 185cm? 190? I had been big in just one way, but she was big all over. That’s what you really wanted.”

It was really uncomfortable to have so much truth thrown at me. Jodie was wonderful and sweet and I had liked her a lot. And I had loved feeling her chest pressed against me. And I had loved our heavy petting sessions. But it’s true. When the 6’3” volleyball player finally gave me the time of day, I had dropped Jodie like a sack of potatoes. Alison wasn’t nearly as nice a person, but she was tall. And that trumped all. It hadn’t lasted very long between us, and we broke up over the summer. I had been too ashamed to try to start things up again with Jodie, and used college as my excuse for not wanting to date a mere high school sophomore.

“Jodie, I was a jerk. I’m sorry.”

Jodie was quiet again. She wasn’t looking at me when she spoke again, and she spoke so quietly I could barely hear her over the music and the noise of the party. “I hate them, you know.”

“Who?” I was confused.

“These. My boobs. They get in my way and I can’t find clothes that fit right and they make my back hurt…” and now she looked at me again. “…and I can never be sure whether a guy is interested in me or in them. It’s easy to get a guy’s attention. It’s hard to get the right kind of attention, do you know what I mean? I mean, I know you liked them, but I thought…with you I thought I knew for sure that it was me you liked more. Me, and not them. But when you left, I knew I’d been wrong. And that was so hard. I felt betrayed by you and I felt betrayed by myself. By my own judgment.”

“Jodie….” I didn’t know what to say. I decided I’d try some of that honesty stuff she’d been using to such devastating effect. “I’ve been to your concerts, you know.”

“What?” Clearly, this was not what she expected me to say next.

“Yep. I’ve been to all the spring and fall voice concerts for the past three years. I’ve seen you move up from the choir to the chamber singers. I’ve seen all your solos. And I’m planning to come to your senior recital this semester.”

Jodie stared at me, mouth open. Then she got a suspicious look in her eye. “Why haven’t I seen you, then? I’ve never seen you. Not once.”

“I sneak into the light booth. You know me, I’m too cheap to buy a $3 ticket. Or maybe I was too embarrassed to let you see me. You’re very good. You have a beautiful voice. I really liked the Puccini duet you sang in November. It made me tear up a little.”

Jodie smiled for the first time since we’d gone down the dark road of memory lane. “Eric, I…I don’t know what to say.”

I smiled back at her. “I don’t either. Only that I’m sorry. I’m sorry I hurt you, and I’m sorry that I made you doubt yourself or feel bad about yourself. And that I really do like you. I mean, you’re really pretty, but I’ve never dated anyone that I’ve liked as much as you. As sweet as you. I was really dumb to not see that. And I should have had the courage to tell you so long before now.”

Jodie was still smiling, but she also had a pained look, like she was wrestling with what to say next. Finally, she said “I’d like to keep talking but it’s really noisy in here. Would you like to go for a stroll with me?”

“I’d like that. I would. It’s just that….”

Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around, and looked up.

“Hi, Eric. I finally made it. I hope I haven’t missed all the fun.”

Tammy had arrived at last. She was wearing the amazon costume from her invitation distribution day. “Tammy! Hi. Listen, I’d like you to meet my friend Jodie…” I turned back around to Jodie. She was looking up at Tammy with a strange expression frozen on her face. Horror, disappointment, anger, revulsion, sorrow. She seemed on the verge of crying, throwing a punch, or throwing up. Maybe all three.

Tammy didn’t seem to notice anything amiss. “Hey, how's it going?”

Jodie came unfrozen and said. “Fine thanks. Glad you made it, before it got too late.” Jodie turned to me and said, quietly, “I should be getting back to my friends. It was…erm….be seeing you, then.”

“Jodie, I’m sorry, it’s not…I didn’t…”

“No, it’s fine.” She took another look up at Tammy, who was surveying the party. She looked back at me with a grim smile. “You broke 200cm. Congratulations. I’m sure you’re very happy.” With that, she hurried away into the crowd. I sighed and turned back to Tammy.

“C’mon. I need a drink.” Tammy said, licking her lips.

Chapter Six: Upstaged

I took Tammy over to the drink table. She was disappointed that there was nothing but soft drinks, but she finally settled for a Dr. Pepper. When I’d called to invite her, we figured that she’d be too late for the buses, so she’d had to drive herself. Which was fine; that way we didn’t have to worry about getting her on the right list or producing an invitation. I asked her if she’d had any trouble finding the place. She’d had a little, but after two wrong turns she’d found her way. I asked her why she’d worn the costume, and she figured if she was going to come as my guest, she’d better try to get into the spirit of the event. I did notice that she’d supplemented the costume with a little extra fabric around the torso, so that not as much skin was on display this time. Even so, Tammy was attracting lots of attention. Heads everywhere were staring in our direction.

Chelsey was among the people staring at us. I smiled at her, oblivious to what was coming. The next thing I knew, the Queen of the Amazons and her whole court was marching over to us. Still I was clueless.

“Tammy, you remember Chelsey, the birthday girl.”

Tammy looked down at the four girls and smiled. “Happy birthday.” She paused, and furrowed her brow. “You all look different, somehow. Is it your hair? It looks good.”

It was the exact wrong thing to say. I guess I can understand. While Chelsey’s growth was a dramatic change to everyone else here, from Tammy’s perspective she’d just changed degrees of shortness. Chelsey was furious. She grabbed me by the arm and dragged me outside.

“What is she doing here?” Chelsey demanded. “She was paid to do a job, and she did it. The end. She wasn’t on the guest list.”

“Your dad told me I could invite someone tonight.”

“But why her?” Chelsey wailed. She was very distraught. “Everyone is looking at her! I’m supposed to be the Queen of the Amazons. I’m supposed to be the tallest person here tonight. And she’s much taller than me. She’s ruining my party. She has to leave. She has to leave right now.”

“Now, Chelsey, come on. She just got here. She’s not ruining anything. You’re the birthday girl. You’re the center of attention tonight.”

“EVERYONE IS LOOKING AT HER!” Chelsey stamped her foot. I’d seen her do this before. It can be amusing when a tiny toddler does it. It was somewhat unsettling to see someone 6’3” do it.

The rest of the entourage had caught up. Bethany looked embarrassed by the tantrum. Amy looked concerned. Karen looked mischievous as she said, “Why not just make us bigger than her. Another shot of the ray gun. Problem solved.”

Chelsey snarled at her friend. “Don’t be stupid, Karen. You know the way it works. We can’t use it again for two hours.”

I’ve made many bad decisions in my life. Dumping Jodie for Alison, the volleyball player, would be near the top of the list. But there’s no question that the all-time worst was not keeping my mouth shut for the next ten seconds. I’m sure I wasn’t thinking straight. My encounters with Karen and Jodie had shaken me up. And despite the reminder of how things had gone with Alison, I still held out of hope of my chances with Tammy, and I didn’t want her to leave. Not after she’d gone to the trouble of coming all the way out here, and wearing that skimpy amazon outfit to boot. Those were both good signs. I wanted her to stay. In that mindset, Karen’s suggestion seemed like a good idea. And so I spoke up. (Stupid. Stupid!)

“Actually, Chelsey, we can’t reverse the effect for two hours, but we can add to the effect. It’s like a car that’s moving forward. You shouldn’t slam it into reverse, or you’ll do some damage. But you can keep going forward and even go faster.”

Chelsey looked at me, confused. Amy looked at me, blankly. Bethany looked at me, horrified. Karen looked at me, excited.

I tried again. “It’s okay to use the device again to make you even bigger. It just means we’ll have to reset the clock for another two hours before we can reverse it.”

Chelsey relaxed. “Fine. But my VIP’s have to be bigger than her, and I have to be bigger than the VIP’s.”

I was relieved. “Fine. Let’s do it backstage. You’ll need to take off your sandals first, and you’ll need to adjust your costumes.” We started walking around the tent, toward the backstage area. I called to Tammy, “I’ll be right back. This will just take a minute.”

I heard Bethany griping to Amy, “I don’t want to be bigger. I’m plenty big right now. Can’t I just be the small princess?”

Chelsey heard her too, and turned to her and snapped. “No! You have to be my Amazon princesses. No one can be taller than us tonight. We have to stick to the plan.”

Bethany muttered quietly, “It wasn’t part of the plan for me to be seven feet tall.”

Amy tried to reassure her. “Oh, I bet we won’t be seven feet tall. Will we Eric?”

I did some quick calculations. “Well, Tammy is 6’8”, so why don’t we make each of you 6’11” and we’ll make Chelsey 7’2”. How’s that?”

Amy smiled broadly. She was a good-natured girl, if a little clueless. “Pefect! See, Bethany? We won’t be seven feet tall at all! No worries!” Amy may have even skipped a little as we reached the back of the tent. I had started out in front, with Chelsey, but over the course of our walk, I had fallen to the rear. My shorter legs couldn’t keep up with their longer strides.

The girls sat down on the couch and took off their sandals. Karen volunteered to go first.

The phaser was a strange little device. Some things you’d think would be easy, like making fabric expand with the person, or working on both men and women, it couldn’t do. But what it could do, it did remarkably well. For example, instead of requiring the user to spend a lot of time making complicated calculations involving body mass and magnification factors, the user could simply set a dial to the desired height. 6’11”. Aim and shoot. Done.

Karen closed her eyes and gave a cry of pleasure, more intense than the one she’d made when she’d had her initial growth. The first growth, from 5’3” to 6’0” was plenty impressive, but she only ended up four inches taller than me. Now she was on her way up to 1’3” taller than me, and three inches taller than my current crush. Karen, a full-figured gal, took up way more space with her 6’11” than the more modestly figured Tammy did at 6’8”. The sight of her growing upwards and outwards simply took my breath away. Perhaps if the sight weren’t so majestic I’d have noticed a shadow against the curtain, the figure of someone else observing and perhaps enjoying the sight of Karen’s growth.

Karen’s toga, which had been designed to let out fabric as needed, tried to keep up with her new growth spurt, but it wasn’t intended to handle this much strain. The ripping sounds started small and fast, then slowed but grew louder, and with one final tearing sound Karen’s amazon costume shredded around her and fell to the floor. Amy gave a gasp, but Karen was oblivious. She was lost in the pleasure of the experience, and if she had noticed she was completely naked, she showed no sign. Amy hastily grabbed a large swath of green fabric that was in a box nearby, intended to decorate the stage but never used. She offered it to Karen, who didn’t respond. Finally Amy started covering her friend, making a makeshift toga.

When Karen finally stopped growing, she slowly opened her eyes. Blinking, having a little trouble focusing, she looked down on us. “Wow. This is wild. What a ride!” She noticed Amy dressing her, and helped finish the job. She looked down at me, smiling, as if confirming that I liked what I saw. I had. I did.

Amy and Bethany didn’t bother keeping on their old amazon outfits. They found other rolls of fabric, and covered themselves while they grew. Chelsey was last. She seemed antsy while I reset the phaser to 7’2”. She kept glancing up at her VIP’s as they adjusted their new outfits, uncomfortable with them towering above her. Finally it was her turn, and she also had a pleasurable journey up to her new height.

Bethany looked for sandals to fit their new shoe sizes, but like the togas, the designer had not reckoned on the girls becoming this big. Bethany finally chose a pair that were too small, her toes sticking out off the front, but which covered most of the soles of her feet. She tied them on, but the laces came only just above her ankle. The other girls opted to go without sandals.

Chelsey had a gleam in her eye. “Come on. Let’s see if Eric’s little friend notices anything different about us now!” The girls all had to duck their heads to exit the tent, and I had to jog to keep up with them as they circled back around to the front of the tent.

Tammy was at the food table, when Chelsey tapped her roughly on the shoulder. Tammy turned around, and took a hard swallow. I don’t think Tammy had looked up at someone since she was in elementary school. Now she was looking up at a Chelsey who was six inches taller than her. Puzzled, she looked down, as if expecting to see her wearing platform shoes or stilts or something; instead, she saw Chelsey’s big bare feet. Chelsey followed her gaze, and stood on her tiptoes to prove the point.

“Hi Tammy. I hope you’re having a good time. I just want you to remember something. Tonight, I’m the biggest person here. I’m the Amazon Queen. And you’ll just have to be jealous of me tonight. Sorry!”

Tammy was speechless. She looked past Chelsey to the three Amazon princesses. The four girls surrounded her, and she looked from one to the other, trying to process what had happened. Even Bethany enjoyed seeing her bewilderment. Karen sidled up to her and put her arm around her shoulder. “It’s okay, sweetie. You’ll get used to being short. Maybe if you eat your vegetables you’ll grow up to be big and strong like us!” Karen gave Tammy a little sideways hug, and looked at me with a big smile. She was hoping I’d compare their two bodies side by side, and I was. Tammy was tall. Karen was big. Big was everything that tall was, but softer, rounder, and curvier. I’ll admit it: I liked big.

After a minute of taking in the comparison, I took Tammy by the hand and started to lead her outside. “Let’s get some fresh air, and I’ll explain.” But before I got more than two steps, Chelsey reached down and took Tammy’s hand out of mine.

“Such a tiny hand!” she exclaimed. Chelsey had a small hand, with short little fingers. At her present size, her hand wasn’t much longer than Tammy’s, but it was much wider. She pressed Tammy’s palm against her own, and enjoyed the comparison.

“All right, Chelsey, that’s enough.” I reached up to take Tammy’s hand back again, but Chelsey took my hand in hers instead. Her hand was only slightly longer than Tammy’s, but it was much longer and bigger than mine. My hand was swallowed up by hers, and she squeezed it tight, so tight that it hurt a little. Chelsey looked down at me and smiled. She raised her arm slowly. I rose to my tiptoes as Chelsey started to lift me off the ground. “Chelsey, that’s enough!” I said again, more agitated this time.

Chelsey stopped lifting, and held me on tiptoe for a moment. With a big smile and a soft sweet voice, she lowered her face towards mine and said “Thank you Eric. Thank you for making tonight so perfect. The Amazon Queen is very pleased with you.” Still holding me on my toes, she leaned in and kissed me gently on the mouth. I was surpised and in a little pain from the way she held my arm, but I must admit—Chelsey was a good kisser. She stood back up to her full height. “Now, you run along and have a good time with your little friend. You look so cute together!” With that, she lowered her arm and let go of my hand. Then she patted me on the head, laughed, and turned back towards her party.

“All right everyone, your Amazon Queen is bigger and better than ever! Let’s dance!” She strode over to a young man who was dancing with a pretty blond girl. She bumped the girl aside with her hip, and she fell to the ground. Chelsey paid no attention to the girl’s cries of pain and protest, but started writhing and grinding near the young man, who looked more than a little surprised. Her VIP’s also looked surprised, but soon followed suit, picking dance partners and forcing their old partners out of their way.

I took Tammy by the hand again and headed outside. “What’s happening here?” she asked.

“I think I’ve made a big mistake.” I answered.

Chapter Seven: Pranks

As Tammy and I walked, I told her for the first time the details of the work I did for Dr. Redwood, about the device, and the master plan for Chelsey’s party. And how we’d now deviated from that plan by about an extra foot per girl. Tammy shook her head in amazement. “I’ve never been face to face with a girl who was taller than me. Never. But that wasn’t the weirdest part. Those girls aren’t just tall, they’re….broad. I mean, it’s like they’re short girls who are big. Does that make any sense?” It did.

We walked over to the swimming pool, where some of the girls forced off the dance floor were taking refuge. They sat along the edge of the pool and dangled their feet in the water. Tammy and I sat on a pair of lounge chairs across the pool from the teenagers. Tammy’s long skinny legs left her sandaled feet dangling off the end of the chair.

Skinny? I’d never thought of her legs as skinny before.

We sat in silence for a couple of minutes, Tammy staring at the girls by the pool, me staring at Tammy, thinking about what Karen had said earlier. Finally, I broke the silence. “So, do you miss being on the basketball team?”

“Huh? Oh. No, not really. I never really wanted to play basketball anyway. Everyone just said I should because…well, you can guess why. Still, it was good for a full four-year scholarship.”

“You get to keep that? Even though you quit the team?” I hadn’t known this.

Tammy’s tone was a little chilly. “I didn’t quit. The coaching staff and I arrived at a mutual decision that it would be in both our best interests if I left the team.” She sounded like she was quoting the press release. You would also have thought, from the way she said the words “coaching staff”, that they had been responsible for 9/11, the Gulf Oil Spill, and Windows Vista.

“Besides, who wants to be on a team that makes you sit on the bench for no reason? Just because you show up one minute late to strength training? Not practice! I was never late to a single practice. But God forbid the buses are late, so it’s not your fault, but he locks you out of the weight room so he doesn’t have to do the job he’s being paid to do.” Tammy leaned back in her chair, no longer talking directly to me, lost in her bitterness. “Fucking jerk-off. He’s never going to be head coach, so he tries to make the players as miserable as he is. Looking for any excuse to make you run extra laps or to convince the coach to bench you. Shit, most of the games I sat out were because of him. I hope he gets what’s coming to him, and I just hope I’m there to see it.”

Clearly this was a sore spot, so I didn’t ask any follow up questions. Tammy sat and stewed a bit longer, then she stood up and pulled out her cell phone, not something that would have surprised me normally, but it did tonight. “How did you get past security with that? Gorber insisted there be no phones or cameras tonight, so they required us to search everyone before they got on….the bus. Never mind. Anyway, it’s no good,” I told her. “We’re too far out in the country. No signal. There’s a phone in the house if you need to make a call.” I pointed the way.

“Thanks. I’ll just be a minute.” She strode off towards the house. I turned back towards the pool, idly observing the four girls by the pool. They all had blond hair. I recognized one of them as Christy, the girl who feared being sat upon by Chelsey’s fat amazon ass. Christy was a slender, athletic girl with short hair, and was about my height. She had a sour expression on her face, and she kicked her long legs in the water angrily. “Who does she think she is? First she snubs me, then she knocks me over with that huge ass of hers, and starts dancing with my boyfriend!”

The girl next to her was shorter, with long hair and big round blue eyes. Her name was Amanda, and she nodded sympathetically. “I know. She’s not a very nice hostess, is she?”

A third girl, Jennifer, the shortest of the group, spoke up. “Why does she keep getting bigger? Doesn’t she know how bad she looks, bulging out everywhere?”

The fourth, Erica, who had the biggest chest of the group, agreed. “She’s just a big fat cow. And she keeps getting bigger.”

“And fatter,” said Jennifer.

“And cowier,” said Amanda, giggling.

Christy wasn’t smiling. “She’s such a spoiled bratty bitch. Always talking about her new car or her expensive clothes. But she can’t buy a boyfriend with all that money, so she becomes the Incredible Bulk, shoves me down and takes mine.”

The other girls giggled. “And her loser friends” said Jennifer. “I mean, I always said Karen was the world’s biggest pothead, and I guess I was right!”

Erica was laughing harder. “Remember how clumsy Bethany used to be? Better watch out that she doesn’t trip over those big feet of hers and fall on top of you tonight!”

Amanda smiled, and said softly “I always liked Amy. She’s always been really sweet. Until tonight.” Amy must have been the one who knocked Amanda aside to dance with her date.

Christy scowled at Amanda. “They’re all big fat sluts. And bullies. And it isn’t fair. Someone should teach them a lesson.”

Suddenly, Christy gave a surprised yelp. She looked at the girls beside her, as though one of them had pinched her. Then she looked down at her outfit. Then I could hear the ripping sound. The green fabric of her version of an amazon costume was stretching tighter and tighter, and had audibly begun to give way.

About 15 seconds after Christy’s yelp, Amanda gave a yelp of her own. Then Erica and Jennifer. Then came the sound of more ripping. The girls were bumping up against each other, not moving yet starting to crowd into each other where they sat. They held fragments of fabric against themselves, trying to cover themselves and each other as best they could.

I reached down to my holster (yes, I made a holster for my phaser. Yes, I know. I am a nerd.) and the phaser wasn’t there. In the next moment, I knew where it was.

Behind the girls, a skinny boy stood up, laughing and pointing. I believe he was the one called Frank, who was so amused by the idea of his friend scoring with the queen of the amazons. He was holding the phaser, still set to 7’2”. I ran around the pool, but I didn’t get to him first. Christy did. She had stood up, wobbled a bit as she adjusted to her new height, then took two quick steps over to Frank. “You little twerp!” Her modesty took a back seat to her desire to punish.

Frank had found his prank much funnier when the girls were seated. Now that the blond teen towered over him, he wavered between the desire to get an eyeful of her giant breasts and other giant lady parts, and the desire to flee. Frank proved that he who hesitates is lost, as Christy grabbed Frank by his shirt, lifted him off the ground and shook him violently. He dropped the phaser and I carefully picked it up before it got trampled. Then I got out of the way. Near the pool I saw a basket of towels, which I grabbed and offered to the other three girls. They hastily began wrapping themselves. They were big beach towels, yet they barely covered all that needed covering.

When Christy was finished shaking Frank like a rag doll, she flung him into the pool. Then she grabbed a towel and hastily covered herself. Then she noticed me. “Fix this!” she ordered. “Chelsey may like being a giant freak, but I don’t. Make me normal again!” She walked right up to me, towering over me by a foot and a half, so I had to crane my neck upwards to maintain eye contact.

I hastily explained that we couldn’t reverse it right away, that we’d have to wait two hours. Christy and her friends didn’t like that answer.

“Well, I know one thing we can do while we’re waiting. We can get our dates back!”

“Yeah! Chelsey won’t be so tough if she has to pick on someone her own size!”

Like a bunch of cheerleaders (which I think they were) they pepped themselves up into a fighting rage and started walking up the hill towards the tent.

“Chelsey’s not going to like this….” I muttered.

She didn’t.

Chapter 8: Bigger

When Christy and her friends marched into the tent, Chelsey’s eyes grew wide, a mixture of surprise and anger, with maybe a trace of fear thrown in. Christy strode up to Chelsey and they glared at each other, eye to eye. The other blond girls, who were three inches taller than the Amazon princesses, stared down slightly at them, standing with near perfect posture so as to emphasize the slight height difference. The music had stopped, and the crowd fell silent, as the extremely tall teens stood in two lines facing each other down. All that was missing was the theme from “The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.”

Chelsey regarded the four blond titanesses, and decided to direct her anger at an easier target. She turned to me, and with quiet intensity spoken through clenched teeth said “Why do you keep ruining my party? Why did you make them as big as me?” Chelsey took a step closer to me, and poked me in the chest with her index finger as she threatened, “When my father finds out how you ruined the most important night of my life, you’ll never work for him again. You’ll never work for anybody ever!”

Christy unexpectedly came to my rescue. “Lay off, Broadzilla. Eric didn’t do this to us, that asshole Frank did. Good job inviting that horndog to your party. Now why don’t you quit picking on people smaller than you. Oh, that’s right, there’s no one’s smaller than you, is there Chubby Chelsey? You’re the biggest person in the room. Well I guess that means you shouldn’t pick on anyone.” With that, Christy gave Chelsey a little shove backwards, grabbed the hand of her bewildered date (a jock who wasn’t sure that he liked the fact that the gorgeous cheerleader was now not only bigger but also stronger, and could now pull him around as effortlessly as a rag doll), and dragged him away into the crowd, which parted to let her pass.

The rest of Christy’s blond posse smiled smugly at Chelsey and her VIP’s, took the hands of their own dates, and followed their leader, dragging their dates (wincing a bit) behind them.

Chelsey stood there, trembling, not speaking. Finally she turned back to me, grabbed me by the arm, and roughly led me towards the backstage area. “Follow me” she snarled to her VIP’s. Amy and Bethany looked at each other nervously, and followed. Karen slowly brought up the rear.

When we were all backstage again, Chelsey let go of my arm. Still trembling, barely keeping her temper in check, she said “Make us bigger.”

Bethany spoke before I could protest. “No! Chelsey! We’re big enough.”

Chelsey turned on Bethany, and looked down at her. “They can’t be as big as me. They just can’t. They humiliated me out there, and I’ve got to show them. I’ve got to show them all that I’m the queen tonight. No one can treat me that way on my birthday. You heard what she called me?”

Bethany shook her head. “It wasn’t right, but getting even bigger isn’t the answer. We’re already too big to talk with people. I can’t hear what anyone is saying, they’re so much smaller. We’ve already grown out of our nice outfits. Enough is enough.”

Chelsey turned back to me. “This is your fault. Even if you didn’t do it yourself, if you hadn’t let Frank take your little ray gun and make those bitches my size, we wouldn’t have to do this. But if you fix this, if you make us bigger, my father doesn’t ever have to know. We can keep this between us. But this is your fault and you need to make this right.”

I confess, I did feel responsible. And I didn’t like the way Christy had treated Chelsey. I nodded my head and reached for the phaser. I did some quick calculations. “If Christy and her friends are 7’2”, then…” Chelsey interrupted. “My VIP’s have to be bigger than them, and I have to be bigger than the VIP’s. Quit talking and do it.”

I nodded and looked at the VIP’s. Amy and Karen shrugged and started loosening the fabric wrapped around them as makeshift togas. I set the phaser and let them have it.

The pleasure they felt with each exposure seemed to be intensifying. They were also becoming more visibly intoxicated with each burst, and neither made any effort to hide the pleasure they were feeling. Amy closed her eyes and took short, sharp breaths, vocalizing each time she did so. It almost looked as if the act of breathing in was making her grow. Karen had a big smile on her face, like a contented cat, and she moaned softly as she ran her hands over her expanding figure, from her breasts, over her stomach, and down her hips. They grew seven inches, from 6’11 to 7’6”, and were now almost two feet taller than me. My head was now just below their breasts, so I had to look up past their breasts to make eye contact with them. Karen was smiling down at me as she regarded me from her new perspective. I gulped.

I turned quickly to Bethany. She had her arms crossed, and was scowling. “It’s really not so bad,” urged Amy. “Yeah. It’s pretty fucking awesome!” purred Karen. Finally, reluctantly, Bethany nodded. She untied her too small sandals, and kicked them off, then loosened her fabric. I fired the phaser at her, to less obviously pleasurable effect. But the other three girls enjoyed seeing her grow, and so did I. For all her self-consciousness, Bethany made a beautiful Amazon. With her blond hair and bright blue eyes, she was like a maiden from the Swiss alps. She could have been an Aryan poster girl. And that poster got better looking the bigger it got.

When she stopped growing, she busied herself with trying to cover as much of herself as she could with her piece of fabric. It was a losing battle—there was now more of her to cover, and no more fabric to help do the job. Amy and Karen did the best they could, but didn’t seem as concerned with the end result. Karen especially, the bustiest of the group, was spilling out of her tiny toga in all directions.

Now it was Chelsey's turn. She had been visibly restless while waiting her turn, getting increasingly excited and anxious with anticipation as each of her three friends had grown larger than her. She was bouncing from foot to foot with eagerness and impatience while I reset the phaser to 7'10", aimed and fired. The new round of growth was the release she was looking for, and she seemed to experience the same pleasure that Amy and Karen had. More, even. Her elongating toes curled and uncurled, digging into the soft grass under her widening and lengthening feet. Chelsey had closed her eyes, and she slowly rocked her head from side to side, with a huge smile on her face. Her lips parted and she touched her front teeth with her tongue, moaning in long, guttural satisfaction as she rose past her friends and climbed toward the top of the tent. She had not loosened her fabric, so it clung ever tighter to her expanding frame, stretching and fraying until it reached the edge of ripping and began to show weak spots, like pantyhose getting numerous runs.

When she stopped growing, she swayed a little and blinked a few times, as if trying to focus her eyes. She surveyed the tent from her new vantage point, and she saw me, now more than two feet below her. She broke into a huge, sleepy smile. "That's better." She bent over, bringing her face just above mine. She reached out and took my head in her hands, her palms on my cheeks and her thick short big fingers curling over the top of my head, tilting my face upwards to meet her gaze. Her round face was so much bigger than mine! It was a startling sight to be almost nose-to-nose with her at her new size. Her eyes were only half-open slits, and when she spoke, she slurred her words slightly. "You did a good job. Your queen is very pleased with you, and you shall be rewarded." With that, she pulled my face into hers, lifting me onto my toes, and gave me a long slow kiss. Surprised, I immediately reached up and grabbed onto her arms, to try to pull her hands away and free myself. Her wrists were bigger around than my hands could grip, so my fingers didn’t touch my thumb when I grabbed onto her. I tugged at her arms, trying to pull them outwards, away from my head, but she was much stronger than I was now, and my struggles were futile. I stopped fighting and accepted the kiss. And I can't lie--it was a real turn on to feel those big soft lips, her mouth larger than mine. I may have kissed her back. Her mouth opened slightly, and the tip of her large tongue brushed my lips.

Finally, she lifted her face away slightly, and lowered mine. She stared into my eyes, smiling sweetly. I may have smiled back for a moment, before I regained my senses. "Chelsey, you can't....I mean...I'm supposed to watch out for you tonight, and I don't want to take advantage of you."

"I've heard that before" muttered Karen from somewhere behind me.

Chelsey continued to hold onto my head, but stopped smiling and stood to her full height, tilting my head up and up to meet her gaze. From below her breasts, I saw her nearly tattered coverings clinging to her fleshy curves. "Oh, don't worry about me. I'm a big girl, and I can take care of myself." She rotated her grip on me, so that the tips of her fingers were on the back of my head. Then she began to lift. I grabbed onto her arms again, trying to take the pressure off my head and neck. My legs kicked in the air as she lifted me the two feet off the ground until I was at her eye level. Amy said in a concerned tone, "Careful, you might hurt him." Chelsey never broke eye contact with me. She brought my face close to hers, my body resting against her chest. She whispered, "You couldn't take advantage of me if you tried. Maybe you should try, and we'll see what happens." She smiled at me again, but it wasn't a warm smile. It was the smile of a girl who was used to getting her way, and knew that she now had the power to take whatever she wanted. She stared at me a moment longer, then began slowly moving me up and down and side to side against her chest, making sure that I felt the size of her breasts from several angles. Suddenly she pulled me up to her eye level. She stared at me for a long moment, then suddenly licked my face, and dropped me to the ground. I fell on my side, facing her feet. She scrunched her large thick toes (in pleasure?). I looked up to her face far above me. She looked down at me and laughed, shook her head so that her thick curly black hair whipped around, and said "Now, where's Christy? I think we should have a little chat." She stepped over me and headed back into the main tent.

Amy reached me first, and helped me up. "You okay?" Karen asked.

"I'm fine" I said, wincing slightly. "But you should go with Chelsey, make sure she doesn't hurt her guests."

The three girls nodded, and went back into the tent. I could hear music, but no screams or shouts, so maybe everything was okay.

But I knew it wasn't okay. I'd created a monster. Or rather, I'd taken a small, fairly controllable monster, and made her bigger and stronger than anyone around her. Why had I thought that was a good idea?

Though I had to admit. For a monster, she was a good kisser.

Chapter Nine: Amanda

When I made it out to the dance floor, Chelsey and her friends had resumed their dancing, with the crowd giving them a wide berth on all sides. Christy and her friends were nowhere to be seen. I wanted to get some fresh air, clear my head after what had just happened. I patted my holster, making sure the phaser was there, and headed back down to the pool area.

I found Christy and company there, with a sense of déjà vu; the girls were dangling their bigger feet and much longer legs in the pool, with their dates squeezed in between them. Most of the guys looked uncomfortable, all except Amanda’s date. Amanda was sitting at the end of the row with her guy. They were holding hands, occasionally placing them palm to palm to marvel how much bigger Amanda’s was now. Now Amanda was lifting her legs out of the pool, water dripping off of them, extending them. Her date did the same, and it wasn’t even close—her legs were much longer. Next she pulled her legs back in so as to show off how much longer and broader her feet were. She had short, thick toes, and probably used to have very small feet, but not anymore. I took a seat on the far side of the pool and watched the show. The guy was clearly enjoying the experience. He had a big goofy smile on his face, and was game to try each new comparison, which Amanda always won. Amanda also enjoyed the comparisons, and kept hugging her date enthusiastically, and for longer and longer as they went along.

Amanda whispered in her date’s ear, then stood up and pulled him up beside her. He put his arm around her waist, after lifting it to a much higher angle than he was used to. Amanda rested her hand on top of his head, and the two of them walked past me, toward the grassy area beyond the pool. They hadn’t gotten far onto the grass when Amanda dropped onto her back, pulling her fella on top of her. She positioned him so that their heads were more or less even, which left his toes tickling her shins just below her knees. They kissed for a long time, then she flipped him over onto his back, and she crouched above him. This new angle let her breasts hang down impressively, and her guy was enjoying the view. Amanda smiled, and slowly pressed herself against him as she parted her lips and began a new round of kissing.

I glanced back at the others girls and their guys, still sitting by the pool. They were all staring at Amanda. The girls were all holding on tightly to their guys. Christy seemed to be getting a little hot and bothered, and was running her hand up and down her date’s chest. Her date was the boy named Brian who received the very first invitation from Tammy that day three weeks ago, and he now looked more uncomfortable than ever. Finally he tried to stand up, and struggled to break free of Christy’s grip. He wasn’t having much luck, until Christy noticed and loosed her hold on him and stood up too. He started to walk away from the pool, back towards the party tent, when Christy caught hold of his wrist and pulled him back. “Why don’t we find a quiet spot of our own.” Christy purred.

Brian tugged and struggled, trying to break Christy’s grip. “Let go of me, you big freak!” he yelled at her. Startled, Christy let go with a gasp. The other two guys silently stood up, joining their friend. Rubbing his wrist, Brian continued, “I don’t know what’s going on here tonight, and I don’t know why you thought we’d ever want to make out with a bunch of mutants like you, but we’re not ready to start dating the side show rejects just yet. There’s plenty of normal girls here tonight, and we’re going to find them. You stay away from us.” With that, the three guys scurried back to the tent. Christy stood there, trembling. I couldn’t tell if it was from rage or if she was about to cry. Jennifer and Erica quickly stood up and comforted their friend.

I looked back to Amanda and her date. They didn’t seem to have noticed what had just happened. Didn’t seem to notice anything in the world other than each other. Amanda had moved herself up on the guy, so that her breasts were in his face, and so their waists were grinding against each other. I stared at them, my mouth hanging open slightly.

“Enjoying the show?” A familiar lilting voice close to my ear asked. I turned around and Jodie was behind me. I had no idea how long she’d been there. I had been so transfixed by the amorous adventures of these titanic teens, I hadn’t heard her approach. Jodie looked past me toward the writhing couple. “I’ll bet you wish you were him, don’t you? Why, to you this must be like watching a live performance of a porno. No wonder you’re not doing anything to stop them from copulating 10 feet in front of you.”

I was suddenly deeply embarrassed. I was supposed to be a chaperone here. An adult. And I’d been nothing more than a peeping Tom. If you can be a peeping Tom when you’re sitting in plain sight of everyone involved.

I stood up and walked over to the almost coupling couple. They were still covered, mostly, thank goodness. They didn’t notice me. I cleared my throat. Nothing. I finally bent down and tapped Amanda on the shoulder. She looked up at me, and gave me a big smile. “Hi. Want to cut in? You’ll just have to wait your turn, little fella.” She winked at me. “Thanks for the boost, by the way. This feels so GREAT.” She gave an extra strong thrust into her fella, who moaned in pleasure.

“Look, you can’t do that here.” I stammered.

“Fine, we’ll go somewhere else. Maybe there’s a spare bedroom free.” Amanda smiled even more broadly at me.

“No, I mean….” I fell silent as Amanda stood up to her full 7’2”. She placed a finger on my lips, then began tracing my lips with that finger.

“You’re cute. But you can’t stop me. Don’t pretend you can. Besides, we’re having so much fun, tonight. Aren’t you? Don’t you just LOVE what’s happening?” She held her arms out and spun around, tipsily. She leaned in close to me, so I could feel her breath on my face. “I’m not going to do anything stupid. You’re sweet to worry. But everything is just fine. We’re just going to have some fun and enjoy tonight. You should too.” She stood up again, took her guy by the hand, and strode back towards the pool area.

On the way she noticed Jodie. “Hi there! Wow!” She stared down at Jodie for a minute, then shouted over to the cluster of girls. “Hey Erica, check out Jodie! I think your boobs are finally bigger than hers.” Amanda giggled. “But Jodie’s are still bigger than Christy’s!” Amanda’s giggling turned into full out laughter. “Shoot, Christy could be twice as big as we are now and Jodie would still have bigger boobies!” Amanda, still laughing, led her willing date off in the general direction of the house, with him trotting to keep up with her long strides. Jodie crossed her arms in front of her and looked down at her sandals. Christy, tears still in her eyes, scowled at Jodie with the most intense hatred I think I’ve ever seen.

 

Chapter Ten: Double 

 

Christy stormed over to Jodie. “You think you’re so great!”

Jodie looked up, surprised. “What? No!”

“Ever since you moved here, every boy can’t stop staring at you, and you just love it. Look at you! You’re not even trying to cover yourself up. You pretend to be so modest, but you love all that attention. Well here. Have some more.” Christy picked Jodie up effortlessly and slung her over her shoulder. Jodie struggled and protested, to no avail.

“Hey everybody, look at Jodie! She’s going to be the winner of tonight’s wet t-shirt contest!” Christy turned and started walking toward the far end of the pool.

Jodie cried out in terror, “No! Stop! Please! I can’t swim! PLEASE, Christy!” Jodie’s voice grew louder and higher pitched, and her accent became more pronounced. She looked at me with absolute terror in her eyes. “Eric, help me PLEASE!”

“She’s right! She can’t swim!” I shouted at Christy. I remembered this from when we dated. Jodie could never find a bathing suit that fit her properly, that didn’t make her chest spill out of the top, or the sides or the bottom, or in all directions at once. Her solution was never to need a bathing suit, so she never went swimming. Perhaps as a consequence of this, she was deathly afraid of drowning.

Christy wasn’t listening to Jodie’s cries or to me. She threw Jodie off her shoulder and into the deep end of the pool, Jodie screaming until she hit the water, then sudden silence as she plunged under the surface. “Don’t worry! With those two huge flotation devices you’re so proud of, I’m sure you’ll be just fine!” Christy laughed without mirth.

I tried to jump in after her, but Christy put her massive hand on my shoulder, holding me firmly in place. Jodie bobbed to the surface, flailing wildly. “HELP!!!” She managed to croak before going under again. I looked at Erica and Jennifer, but they were like Christy, grimly watching and maybe enjoying the sight of this girl slowly drowning in front of them.

I acted without thinking. I reached for the phaser, which was still set to 7’10”, but the pool was 8’ deep. That probably would have been fine. But like I say, I was acting purely on instinct. There was a “double” setting on the phaser. I pressed this, took aim, and fired at Jodie, before Christy had noticed what I had done.

With a great splash and the sound of tearing fabric, Jodie’s head burst through the water. She was spluttering and gasping and coughing and crying out in pain. Now her shoulders had pushed through the surface of the water, and it seemed as if her growth had stopped. That was about right. Jodie was 5’3” originally, so now she would be 10’6”. Standing in the 8’ water, her head and shoulders were above water, but looking into the pool I could see the large curves of her breasts bobbing just below the surface.

When Jodie had finally gotten back her breath, she looked around for Christy. Christy had been regarding Jodie’s transformation with quiet awe, when she should have been running far away. Christy had that thought about half a second before Jodie leaned out of the pool and grabbed Christy roughly around her waist with both hands. She pulled her into the pool so that they were eye level with each other.

“Why would you do that to me? I’ve never done aught to you! Why would you try to drown me and stand by watching it happen?” Jodie took a few strides towards the shallow end, standing in water that came up to her thighs. Then she twirled the helpless Christy so that she was holding her upside down by her ankles. “See if you can stomach your own medicine!” She proceeded to dunk Christy headfirst into the pool. She held her under for only a few seconds, before lifting her out again, Christy now being the one to splutter and gasp. “Not so funny now, is it?” Christy opened her mouth to answer, but Jodie dunked her again without waiting to hear the reply. Christy struggled and thrashed, but couldn’t free herself from Jodie’s grip.

“Jodie, stop it” I said quietly but firmly. “Don’t be like her.” Jodie glared at me for a long few seconds before letting go of Christy. The bedraggled blonde bobbed to the surface, then swam as fast as she could to the opposite side of the pool, where she climbed out. Jennifer and Erica ran over to her with a towel, and the three of them scampered away as fast as they could, Christy looking back over her shoulder with a look more afraid than angry.

Jodie kept her gaze firmly on me. She had ripped through her clothes when she grew, and the wet tattered remains clung to her. I tried to meet her eyes, but her eyes were not the most enticing part of her to look at right now, and I kept glancing down, admiring her magnificent curves. Jodie was not in the mood to be admired, and self-consciously tried to cover herself, putting her right arm across her chest and her left hand to her crotch. “What have you done to me?” she cried.

“I saved you from drowning! You asked me to help!” I was sincere, but beginning to realize that I shouldn’t expect an outpouring of gratitude.

“I didn’t ask for THIS! Are ye daft? Look at me!” I let my gaze wander again, and Jodie gasped and turned away, giving me a wonderful view of her backside. Realizing that there was nowhere for her to turn that sufficiently covered her, she took a few steps back toward the deep end and ducked back down into the water.

“I don’t want to be this big! Change me back. Make me normal again. NOW!!!” Jodie was angry, but also frightened.

I explained that I would change her back as soon as I could, but that wouldn’t be for two hours. In the meantime, I suggested we go into the house, dry her off, find her something to wear, where she could wait the two hours out where no one would see her. Jodie nodded, and began to climb out of the pool. Her strappy sandals had snapped when her feet doubled in size, and as she stepped out of the pool, she kicked what was left of them off of her feet and into the grass beyond the concrete deck. Jodie looked down at me and her eyes grew wide. Christy was 7’2”, but I was the first normal sized person she had to compare herself to, and she was appreciating just how big she had become. Appreciating perhaps, but definitely not appreciative.

My mouth may have hung open slightly as the practically naked giantess stood on the deck beside me. I’d heard of BBW’s before, but there was no woman on earth who was bigger and more beautiful than this woman. Jodie’s lower lip quivered as she pleaded “Stop staring at me. Please? Just take me inside before anyone else sees me.”

I looked up at her, and smiled. “It’s going to be okay. I’m going to take care of you. You’re going to be fine.” Then I reached up and offered her my hand.

Jodie still looked like she might be about to cry, but now for a different reason. She gave me a soft smile and took my hand in hers, swallowing it up. I turned around and started leading her towards the house.

 

Chapter Eleven: Comfort

 

We walked in silence around to the back of the house. There was a sliding glass door that led into a family room, a large open room with a tv on one wall and a couch and some overstuffed chairs on the other. I figured she would feel less cramped entering the house that way rather than through a narrow doorway. Fortunately, the sliding glass door was unlocked. I entered first, and turned around to watch Jodie struggle with her entrance. The door was wide enough for her, but not tall enough. At twice her former size, the door seemed to her to be only three and a half feet tall. She tried stooping down, her enormous breasts hanging in front of her, before finally giving in and crawling in on her hands and knees. She looked up and caught me gaping at the sight of her filling the doorway. “Don’t stare at me! Turn around!” I apologized and obeyed. 

I had to figure out where I was going to take her. I didn’t want to leave her in the family room—too great a chance that someone might see her. But I didn’t want to make her crawl all through the house to find an out of the way guest bedroom. Chelsey’s bedroom was the closest, so I decided to take Jodie there.

A short crawl down the hallway and an awkward right turn later, Jodie entered Chelsey’s bedroom. I ran into Chelsey’s bathroom, grabbed an armful of towels and brought them back to Jodie. After drying herself off, Jodie crawled onto Chelsey’s unmade bed and tried to cover herself with the sheet. She partially succeeded, but even sitting upright, her long bare feet hung off the end of the bed. I looked through Chelsey’s closet, but it was soon obvious that nothing was going to come close to fitting the now-massive Jodie.

“I’m not having any luck. Should I keep looking for something for you to wear?” I asked.

Jodie seemed to be calming down after the adrenaline of her near-drowning and sudden growth. “No, I’d just like to rest here, if that’s okay. I don’t much feel like going back to the party.” She shifted on the bed, making herself more comfortable. The bed creaked a bit, not used to supporting so much weight.

Just then, a voice in the hall called “Chelsey? Are you in here?” The door opened wide and a stooping 7’6” Amy came into the room. When she saw Jodie, she said “Oh, wow! You’re even bigger than Chelsey! What happened?” I could see Jodie tensing up again, as she pulled the sheet tighter around her.

I answered “It’s a long story. In fact…” I touched the phaser in its holster, and realized I needed to put it away someplace safe until it was time to return people to their normal sizes. It had been used too much already tonight, and I didn’t want any other unplanned growth spurts.

I turned to Jodie. “I need to go take care of something. Will you be all right waiting here?”

Jodie looked worried. “Do you have to go? I’d….I…..um…..I’d like it if you’d stay for a bit.” After all she’d been through, and all of it ultimately had been my fault, I didn’t have the heart to refuse her.

I turned and looked up at Amy. “Can you do me a favor?” Amy smiled and nodded, ever helpful and positive. I handed her the phaser. “Take this to Dr. Redwood’s lab. You know my desk? Put it in the top right hand drawer. I want it out of sight, out of the way so that no one else…um….”

“….ends up like me” Jodie finished my sentence for me. I nodded, sheepishly.

Amy said “Sure thing”, turned and went off down the hall. I closed the door behind her, and turned back to Jodie.

She was more relaxed again, and settled back against the headboard, which bent backwards slightly from the pressure. “Thanks” she said. “For staying with me. This is all so strange, I don’t want to be alone. I keep thinking….”

“What?” I asked, taking a few steps closer to her, and taking her hand again. She closed her fingers around my hand softly and carefully, as though afraid she might break me.

“Well….I’m just afraid. I’m glad you got rid of that thing. That little magic ray gun of yours. Because I’m a wee bit claustrophobic, and I keep thinking what would happen if I started to grow again? If I grew and grew and got too big for the door and was trapped in here.” She was tensing up again, and started squeezing my hand tighter, her breathing coming more rapidly. “And then if I kept growin’ and got too big for the room? If everythin’ around me got smaller and smaller, and without meanin’ to I’d start crushin’ everyone and everythin’ around me?” The tears that had been threatening to come for so long finally burst, and Jodie started sobbing. “Ever since my chest became so big? And it kept gettin’ bigger and bigger, like it’d never stop? It’s been like a nightmare of mine, that I’d keep getting’ bigger and bigger too. And now it’s started to happen. And it can’t be real but it is!” She put her head in her hands and sobbed.

As I was trying to think of what I could possibly say to comfort her, the door suddenly opened and Chelsey poked her head under the doorframe into her room. Just what I needed. I figured Chelsey would throw a tantrum about us being in her room, violating her privacy, using her towels, whatever. But I was wrong. She just looked at Jodie for a moment, then left the room without saying a word. Maybe she saw that Jodie was having a little breakdown and needed her privacy. Maybe she wasn’t the heartless monster I’d assumed she’d be in every situation. Whatever the reason, I didn’t spend much time thinking about it, and I turned back to Jodie.

“Shh…..shh….it’s okay.” I rubbed her arm, and as far around her back as I could reach. “You’re not growing anymore. You’re not getting any bigger. And very soon, you’ll be back to your old size again.”

Jodie sniffed. “I just hate being this…this monstrosity.”

“I think you’re beautiful.” I said quietly and quickly.

Jodie stared at me. “What? How can you…..but I’m hideous!”

I had started down this road. I wasn’t going to back away now. “No. I think you’re beautiful. No matter what size. You are gorgeous. You’re not too big.” I hesitated only for a moment, then threw caution to the winds. I climbed up onto the bed. There was no room beside her, so I climbed onto her lap, straddling her. I reached up and took her face in my hands. “You’re safe now. I’m going to take care of you.” We stared at each other for a long moment, then I pulled her face toward mine and I kissed her. Jodie was surprised, but then started kissing me back, her big soft lips almost twice as big as mine. She put her arms around me and pulled me into her. I could feel her soft flesh through the sheet, her magnificent breasts pressing against me.

Then the bed broke. The mattress crashed through the middle slat of the bedframe and landed on the floor. Jodie’s butt sank to the floor, and I fell deeper into her chest. I looked up at her, not sure how she was going to react, but she started laughing. I smiled, relieved. She bent down and kissed me again, softly and sweetly. “I’ve missed you,” she murmured. Then lay back hugging me close to her. My head was on her breasts, and might have slipped between them but for the sheet still covering them.

We lay like that for a long time, not talking. I enjoyed the sensation of her breathing, feeling her chest rise and fall, gradually becoming slower and steadier. Finally I looked up at her, and her eyes were closed. “Jodie?” I said softly. She didn’t open her eyes or respond in any way. She had fallen asleep. As gently as I could I lifted her arms, crawled out from under them, off of her and off the bed. I managed to do so without waking her. I adjusted the sheet, covering her as best as I could, turned off the light, and closed the door. Much as I didn’t want to leave her, she’d be better off if she could get some rest. And I still had to chaperone this party.

I walked down the hall and into the family room, where I ran into Karen. Specifically, Karen’s foot. She was sitting in the middle of the floor, with her long legs sprawled out in front of her. But even sitting down, she had to lean back against the wall to keep from hitting the ceiling. The last time I’d seen her, she was 7’6”. Now she was much bigger. Maybe even twice as big.

Twice as big. Oh shit.

 

Chapter Twelve: Big Girl Games

 

Karen seemed dazed, her eyes were half-closed slits. She turned her head slowly and finally focused on me. When she recognized me, she smiled, like she was waking up from a pleasant dream.

“Hey you.”

“Hey yourself.”

“You having a good time tonight?”

“Um, it’s been okay. How about you?”

“Oh, I’m having a GREAT time. Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“I have cute feet.” Here she lifted a massive foot and rotated her ankle, examining her foot as it twirled.

“Yes, yes you do.”

“You like feet, don’t you.”

Seeing as I’d been staring at hers ever since I’d entered the room, I saw no point in denying the obvious. “Yes I do.”

“You like my feet.”

“Yes.”

“I mean, I’ve seen you checking them out.”

“You’ve got me.”

She stopped turning her foot, holding it in midair, pointing her big toe at me. She turned her gaze back on me. “Yeah. Yeah, I have got you.” For a moment the fog lifted, and the look she gave me was sharp and focused. Her smile grew.

She put her right foot down in front of me. It was about two feet long. Then she stacked her left foot on top of it, as if she were measuring how many foot lengths I was. The toes of her left foot came up to my chest. She scrunched her toes and continued.

“I used to have small feet, but they’ve gotten bigger.”

“Yep.” Karen had a gift for understatement.

“Does that mean you don’t like them anymore? Are my feet like child actors on tv sitcoms--cute when they were smaller, but kind of hideous when they grow up?” She lifted her left foot slightly and wiggled her toes under my chin playfully.

“No, I like them even more. In your case, bigger is definitely better.”

“What do you like about my feet?” Karen seemed genuinely curious to hear my answer.

“I like your toes.”

“Yeah? Why?”

My answer just tumbled out of me, like I’d been waiting and wanting to tell her this. “Because they look soft and thick and they aren’t short and stubby or too thin and boney, they’re just perfect.”

“But I don’t paint them.”

“I don’t care. That’s not what makes them beautiful.”

Karen smiled again. She lifted her right foot, and pointing her toes towards me, she caressed my cheek with her big toe. It felt surprisingly soft for a girl who spent so much time wearing flip-flops or going barefoot. Without thinking about it, I reached up and grabbed the pinkie toe of her foot and gave it a squeeze.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m really big.”

“Yeah, I noticed. How did that happen?”

“Oh, you know. Chelsey.”

I didn’t know. And yet, somehow it made sense. Just then, Amy crawled in through the sliding glass door. She was also about twice as big as the last time I’d seen her. Like Karen, she had made a barely there bikini for herself out of the tattered remains of the fabrics that had once served as togas before repeatedly being ripped and grown out of over the course of the evening. “Scoot over” she told Karen, and suddenly there were two titanic teens filling the room. A veritable wall of women. Amy noticed me and smiled. “Hey! Have you seen Bethany?”

“No, I haven’t. You’ve gotten bigger. What happened?” I asked.

“Oh, you know. Chelsey.” That seemed to be the agreed upon talking point. Then Amy went on. “I ran into her on the way to your desk, and she asked what I was doing and I told her that you asked me to put the little gun away because you’d made this other girl in her bedroom really big by mistake? So she went to go see, and then she came back and took the little gun and said that we all had to be bigger again. So she made me bigger right then, and then we found Karen, but she’s still looking for Bethany. ”

I was trying to process all this, when Karen leaned over toward Amy and loudly whispered “Eric likes my feet!”

Amy giggled, a little confused, and said only “Yeah?”

Karen looked back at me and said “Yeah. He wants to take them out on a date. Don’t you?” She held her right foot against my chest. I wondered if she could feel my heart pounding through the sole of her foot.

“Really?” Amy couldn’t tell if Karen was serious or not. Neither could I.

“Karen, c’mon.” I took a step to the side, but her foot followed me.

“No, Eric, you’ve already turned me down tonight, don’t turn my feet down too. Besides, I’m too much woman for you now, anyway. You need to start with my feet and work your way up.” Karen’s gaze was penetrating. She knew exactly what buttons to press. She gave me a playful tap with her toes. “Hear that music from the party? It’s a slow dance. Why don’t you dance with me, Eric?” And here she flexed her foot towards me, as if making it bow.

Now Amy got in on the game. “Yeah, Eric. Be a gentleman. Dance with her!”

Oh, what the hell. Maybe if I played along, I could get them to help me find Chelsey and get the phaser back. I bowed back to Karen’s foot, and both girls squealed with delight. Then I grabbed onto her foot, and began swaying from side to side. Amy laughed again, but Karen stayed focused on me. After a few minutes she whispered “Kiss me.”

“What?” I asked.

“Go on.” She scrunched her toes towards me. “Kiss me. Kiss my beautiful toes that you like so much.”

Like she was a hypnotist and I was her subject, I didn’t resist. I began gently kissing each of her toes in turn, caressing them as I kissed them. They really were lovely, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it. Normally, I would be too embarrassed to do something like this. I’ve never told anyone that I have a thing for feet, though anyone I’ve ever dated would have figured it out from the number of times I offered to give them foot massages. But tonight, it seems, I didn’t care what these girls knew or thought about me. Like Amanda suggested, I was going to have some fun and enjoy tonight.

Amy, still not sure how serious any of this was, said “Hey, my feet are getting jealous.” And she scooted around the room so that she and Karen were facing each other, and I found myself between their feet. Amy playfully tapped me on the shoulder with the big toe of her right foot, as if formally requesting to cut in. I turned around and began kissing her toes. Amy squealed again, but didn’t move her foot away. She stared at me as I worked my way from her little toe, all the way up to her big toe. Then Karen tapped me with her big toe, and I turned back to her.

“He….he really likes this, doesn’t he?” said Amy, surprised.

“Uh-huh” said Karen, happily. “So do I. I like having my own little foot attendant.”

Amy decided that she did too. “Who needs a butler if you’ve got a good footman!” Amy grinned at her little joke. Then she tapped me on the shoulder again. “My turn! Give me a foot rub, this time, footman!.”

“No, he’s not done with me. I saw him first! Go get your own little footman!” said Karen, feigning anger.

They began to playfully fight with each other over me and my attentions, kicking at each other across the room. Then, as if getting the idea simultaneously, they each stuck out their feet, pressed them together with me between them, and slowly lifted their legs (and me) off the floor. I was facing Amy at the time, so I flung my arms around her feet and held on. I could hear both girls laughing when a third voice said “What the hell?”

It was Bethany. She had wandered into the family room, still 7’6”, to find her two friends twice her size, with me squished between their feet.

“Oh hi, Bethany!” said Amy. “We’re having some fun with Eric. Wanna play?”

Bethany stared at all of us. I was embarrassed to be found this way, but I finally realized she was more interested in the new size of her two friends. Finally, she said “What…why are you so much bigger?”

I answered for them. “Oh, you know. Chelsey.”

Bethany nodded as she walked closer to Karen. “Wow. I feel…so…tiny next to you!”

Karen playfully answered “Because you are, runty!”

Bethany giggled, and leaned against her friend’s arm. Karen suddenly dropped her feet, leaving me hanging onto Amy’s but no longer squeezed between them. Karen turned her full attention to Bethany, pulling her onto her lap. Bethany squeaked in mock protest, kicking her long legs against Karen’s much longer legs. Amy followed suit, tucking her knees to her chest, plucking me from her feet, sitting up, turning me around and plopping me onto her lap. She wrapped her arms around me tightly, hugging me and holding me firmly against her.

Karen seemed almost as giddy as Bethany. “Isn’t this wild? I’ve known you for as long as I can remember, and you’ve always been bigger than me.”

“I’ve always been bigger than all my friends!” agreed Bethany. “All through elementary school and middle school, I was always the tallest girl in the class.” She stretched her legs out as far as she could, pointing her toes for maximum length, but her feet barely reached past Karen’s knees. “I’ve never felt small before. This is a new one for me.” Bethany settled back happily. Karen smiled and played with her friend’s long blonde hair, as if she was her baby doll.

Keeping me firmly clutched under one arm, Amy scooted around so that she was sitting beside Karen. Amy joined in playing with Bethany, and Karen soon lifted Bethany off her lap and sat her on the floor between the two much larger girls. Bethany was almost two feet taller than me, but she looked so small sitting between Amy and Karen. The girls compared themselves to Bethany, pressing her between them much as they had done with me between their feet. First their hands, Bethany’s hand getting lost between her two friends’ hands. Then arms, legs, feet.

Occasionally I wondered where Chelsey was, whether I needed to go looking for her, but I rationalized that if Chelsey was looking for Bethany, eventually Chelsey would come here, and then I could get the phaser back. I was comfortable on Amy’s lap, and lay back against her. It was a very pleasant sensation, watching the three girls compare themselves to each other, listening to their laughter, feeling Amy’s big, soft, warm body beneath mine. I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment.

I felt Amy’s heart beating faster, and her breathing become heavier. Soon I felt Amy’s fingers stroking my side along the length of my body. Then she began rubbing me all over with both her hands. Next I felt her lips kissing the top of my head. I opened my eyes, and saw that Karen and Bethany were….well….exploring each other, which apparently had made Amy a little hot and bothered. After Amy’s teasing, I was starting to feel the same way. Amy flipped me over so that I was facing her. “You’re really cute, Eric,” she purred.

“Thanks,” I murmured. “So are you.”

Amy smiled sleepily, and resumed stroking me with an index finger, up and down my side and over my back. “Do you remember what you told me when I was in second grade, when we used to carpool to elementary school?”

I shook my head. I was enjoying her attention far more than I should have been.

“I told you then that I thought you were cute. And you told me that if I still felt that way when I grew up I should let you know. Eric? How big do you think I am now?” She smiled sweetly at me.

“ I’d guess that you and Karen are both about fifteen feet tall now.”

“Well, I’d say I have grown up, then. And Eric, I still think you’re cute.” Then she wrapped both arms around me and pulled me up to her mouth and kissed me so softly and tenderly I gave no thought to resisting. Her kisses were as sweet as she was.

After a few minutes of wonderful, dreamlike kisses, I glanced over at Karen and Bethany. Bethany was now snuggled against Karen’s huge chest, and Karen was stroking her hair, but watching me and Amy with a contented smile. Amy held me close to her chest, then rolled closer to Karen, so that all four of us were one big tangle of limbs and flesh. I closed my eyes and smiled. Until I heard a voice with a familiar lilt, and my eyes popped open.

“Eric, do you think it would be okay if I just wrapped this sheet around me and….oh.” There filling the doorway, on her hands and knees was Jodie. She had been smiling, but the smile quickly disappeared when she saw me nestled among these three giant girls.

“Jodie, you’re awake!” I struggled to get up, but Amy still had a firm hold on me.

“Yes, Eric. I’m wide awake.” There was only the slightest hint of menace to Jodie’s voice, which Amy apparently didn’t notice. “Did you have sweet dreams?” Amy asked innocently.

Jodie never took her eyes off of me. “Yes. I had a very pleasant dream. But I can see clearly now that it was only that, a dream. It was silly of me to ever have thought that it might have been real. You look taller, Amy.”

“Yep, Eric says I’m fifteen feet tall now. Me and Karen both.” Amy smiled and gave me a squeeze. I gasped.

“Yes, well, Eric would know, wouldn’t he? Eric always knows the tallest girl in the room, don’t you Eric?” I gulped and started to stammer an answer, when I heard another familiar voice.

“Eric? What the hell?” It was Tammy.

I tried to smile and said as nonchalantly as I could. “Oh, hi! Did you find a phone okay?”

“Huh? Oh. Yeah. Sure. That was ages ago, and I’ve been wandering around looking for you ever since. What are…..how….what’s going on here?” I couldn’t tell what bothered Tammy more—the fact that I was snuggled in the lap of an enormous teenage girl, or that even though she was 6’8” she was still the shortest of the five women in the room. She kept staring at each girl in turn, the back to me with an unhappy look on her face.

Before I could answer, there was another familiar voice from the other side of the room. “Here you are! Jesus Fucking Christ, Bethany, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

It was Chelsey. Still 7’10”, she was stooped but still able to walk indoors. With a purposeful stride, she stepped over Amy’s legs, walked right over to Bethany, pulled out the phaser and before I could say a word, Chelsey aimed and fired at Bethany.

 

 

Chapter Thirteen: Biggest

 

“No, no, NO!!” Bethany cried over the sound of her toga ripping, the anger and dismay in her voice mixing with cries of pleasure. She had been nestled in Karen’s lap, half her size, but now she was quickly expanding in all directions, growing to the same size as her two friends. Karen grunted under the suddenly greater weight of her friend, and she shifted away from Amy to get out from under her. Now between her two friends, I could feel Bethany pressing against me too, as her growth finally slowed and stopped.

The room was now much more crowded, with the three fifteen feet tall girls on top of each other, a mass of bare limbs and exposed skin, with me squeezed in between them. Chelsey smiled. “All right, now do me.” She handed the phaser to me.

“No, Chelsey, goddamn it!” Bethany roared at her friend. “I didn’t ask for this! I was big enough already. Too big! And now…..” Bethany had been so happy a short time ago, smiling more than she’d smiled all night. Now she was on the verge of tears.

Chelsey was impatient. “What’s the matter? This is what we agreed to do! This is my party, and I want us to be the biggest, most beautiful people here.” Chelsey glared at Jodie, who looked back, puzzled.

“You want to be bigger?” Jodie truly couldn’t comprehend what Chelsey was talking about.

“She wants to be bigger than you.” I explained to Jodie, then I turned to Chelsey. “But nobody’s seen Jodie, and nobody has to. She can stay in the house until I can return her to her normal size.”

Chelsey would not be moved. “Don’t lie to me, Eric. Christy and her friends saw her. Hey Jodie, good job waterboarding Christy, by the way. I may have to try doing that myself.” Now that she was thinking about torturing her guests, I had even less reason to want to make Chelsey bigger and stronger than she already was, but Chelsey had turned back to me, tapping her bare foot expectantly.

“Umm…..we….uh….we should go outside to do this. I don’t think this room will hold all four of you at this size.” Lame, but the best I could do, and it worked because Chelsey nodded her agreement. I’d bought myself 30 seconds at most.

Chelsey stooped further to duck under the sliding glass door. Tammy backed away to give her room, marveling as Chelsey stood to her full height, stretching her arms over her head arching her back in relief after having been hunched over for so long. This had the effect of pushing her large breasts into Tammy’s face, and from the way Chelsey smiled, I assumed it was intentional.

Chelsey’s VIP’s crawled out next on their hands and knees. They were even more impressive when they stood up. Chelsey was a little more than a foot taller than Tammy, but these three girls were more than twice Tammy’s size. Karen smiled down at Tammy and ruffled her hair. Tammy took a step backwards, but never stopped looking up at Karen. Chelsey noticed how Tammy was staring at Karen, and obviously didn’t like the way she was being upstaged by her three friends. She turned back to me and said “All right, do it! Do it now.”

With Amy’s help, Bethany had been fashioning a makeshift bikini for herself out of the shredded remains of her last toga. Now she reached down and plucked the phaser out of my hand and pointed it at Chelsey. “Fine, Chelsey. You want to be bigger? Go for it!”

“No! Don’t!” I shouted, and I jumped up, trying to grab the phaser back, but Bethany’s hand was well beyond my reach. Paying no attention to me, she fired the phaser at Chelsey, who had turned to face Bethany, eager to receive the blast, not especially caring who actually who pulled the trigger.

Chelsey gasped as the strong waves of pleasure swept through her while she grew upwards and outwards. Unlike Bethany, Chelsey did not resist the changes happening to her body, and instead reveled in the sensations. She cupped her swelling breasts in her hands, then ran her hands down her hips, feeling her toga rip to shreds as she outgrew it. “Mmmmm….” Chelsey purred happily. She scrunched her thick but elongating toes, then unscrunched them quickly, before her lengthening feet stubbed them underneath her.

Bethany stared at Chelsey during this transformation, watching her curvy friend grow from seven feet smaller than her to finally end eight inches taller. Chelsey opened her eyes, with the same heavy-lidded stare that Karen had earlier. She tried to focus her eyes on Bethany, and smiled.

Chelsey’s smile seemed to make Bethany angrier. “So, are you happy now?” Chelsey nodded and gazed down at me and Tammy, getting a sense of her new size, and her smile grew bigger, which only made Bethany more furious. “Oh, but why stop there? You’re barely taller than us. You want to be the queen of the amazons, right? You want to be bigger than anyone else here, don’t you? You’ve never had the pleasure of towering over everyone else, being the biggest, clumsiest oaf in the whole school? Well, now’s your chance, your majesty!”

“Bethany! Please stop! Don’t do anything stupid!” I shouted up to the blonde beauty.

Bethany glared down at me. “Don’t call me stupid!” Bethany raised her left foot, carefully placed her big toe against my chest, and knocked me to the ground. “I’m not stupid! I’m being a good friend. Our little Chubby Chelsey wants to be big! She wants to be noticed! She wants all eyes to be on her. Well, I’m going to make sure no one can possibly miss her. I’m going to make her the biggest, fattest girl in school history!”

Chelsey pulled herself out of her pleasurable fog at the mention of “Chubby Chelsey”. “What did you say?” Chelsey clenched her fists, puffed out her massive chest, and drew herself up to her full height. To fifteen foot tall Bethany, this wasn’t all that intimidating, but from my vantage point on the ground, it was terrifying.

Bethany aimed the phaser at Chelsey. “We agreed to be amazons with you, but you didn’t stop there. You turned us all into freaks. Well you’re going to be the biggest freak in history! You’re going to be the BIGGEST”

Fire.

“FATTEST”

Fire.

“FREAK anyone has ever seen. Queen of the Freaks!”

Chelsey had taken a step back with each shot from the phaser. Now she stood in front of us, trembling uncontrollably. I held my breath, waiting for her to grow, terrified of how much more massive she might become.

During all our tests, we had never tried multiple simultaneous exposures. When we tested the phaser, we allowed each growth phase to complete before initiating the next one. We had also never tried doubling something that was already so big. I wasn’t sure if the phaser had enough energy to double Chelsey, let alone quadruple her size. I also wasn’t sure that multiple simultaneous exposures would stop at quadrupling. It might make her exponentially bigger.

So she might grow to four times her current size, or not at all. Or she might start growing and never stop.

 

 

Chapter Fourteen: Queen Chelsey

 

I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Chelsey’s trembling body began exploding outwards and upwards. She was growing bigger and faster than anyone else had grown that night. Chelsey gasped and moaned and grabbed onto her breasts, which were growing rounder and heavier by the second. The sensual contact made Chelsey moan even louder. She was oblivious to everything around her except the pleasurable sensations within her own expanding body. 

Everyone took a step back to give Chelsey room. Even to the fifteen foot tall girls, Chelsey’s latest growth spurt was amazing, as she grew past twenty feet, then past twenty-five feet. Bethany’s mouth was open, and she lowered the arm that was holding the phaser, low enough so that I could grab it out of her slack grip. I glanced at it quickly. These last shots had drained it considerably, and the display was noticeably dimmer.

Chelsey passed thirty feet, and was now more than twice as big as her VIP’s. She continued to moan and gasp and sigh and grab herself and stroke herself and remain lost in the obviously magnified pleasure that this growth spurt was giving her. The tattered toga had long since shredded away, and little wisps of fabric dropped from her expanding curves. If Chelsey was aware of her nudity, and the view she was giving us all, she showed no signs of caring.

I did some quick calculations. If Chelsey had gone from 7’10” to 15’8”, then two more shots set at double would send her to 31’4” and finally to 62’8”. I used the relative heights of the VIP’s as my guide, and watched as Chelsey’s hips and legs rose higher and higher above the tops of their heads. Finally, when the VIP’s were no taller than Chelsey’s knees, her growth slowed and finally stopped. Chelsey continued to run her hands over her massive body for a few minutes after her growth had stopped. The sensual feelings clearly lingered.

I slowly made my way over to Tammy and whispered urgently to her, “You need to get out of here. Take this.” I handed her the phaser. “I can’t make her smaller again for two hours, and we can’t risk her getting any bigger. I need you to hide with the phaser for two hours, then come find me. Please.”

Tammy stared up at the giant teenage girl, still trying to process what she’d just seen. “Why me? Why don’t you do it?”

“Because she’ll expect me to have it. I’ve got to distract her somehow for two hours. There’s no telling what she might do. Please! Hide someplace where you’ll be safe. We can’t let her get any bigger.” I looked up at Tammy with pleading eyes. She looked up at Chelsey then down at me, nodded, and went into the house, squeezing past Jodie who was crawling outside after watching from just inside the sliding glass door.

“Wow. She’s really……….big.” Karen had summed up the situation with her usual precision.

Chelsey’s self-contained pleasure seemed to be subsiding, and she opened her eyes, looked around her, and laughed. “Oh my!!” Even from sixty feet up, her voice boomed and hurt my ears a little.

She looked down. She was having an even harder time focusing on us, we were so far below her. She spotted her VIP friends first. “My friends. My oldest and bestest girl friends. Look at me. Don’t I look amazing?” Chelsey turned from side to side, as if she were modeling a new invisible outfit.

All three girls nodded in stunned silence. Ever sincere and helpful, Amy shouted up at her, “Are you cold? Do you need something to wear?”

Chelsey regarded her massive body with obvious pleasure and nodded. “Why don’t you go find me something from the linen closet. You’re sweet to take such good care of your Queen!” Chelsey bent over and patted Amy on the head. Amy winced at the force of Chelsey’s enormous hand landing on her head. Chelsey was either trying to be rough, or was genuinely unaware of just how strong she had become. Amy quickly crawled back into the house.

Chelsey turned her attention to Karen and Bethany. “Look at you two. You’re so cute!” Chelsey moved surprisingly fast for someone so big, and she reached down and scooped them up, one under each arm. Then she stood back up again quickly, Bethany kicking her legs helplessly in the air. Chelsey adjusted them so that their heads were resting against her bare breasts. Chelsey smiled down at them. “This is going to be the best night ever!” Then she hugged them tightly, squeezing their faces into her breasts. Both Karen and Bethany spluttered and gasped for air, no doubt from having the breath squeezed out of them and being unable to inhale anything other than Chelsey’s soft breast flesh. Eventually, Chelsey released them slightly, and they lay in her arms, panting. Chelsey smiled at them, then she kissed Karen on the top of her head, bent over and put her down. Karen sprawled to the ground, lacking the breath or the strength to stand.

Chelsey stood back up, adjusting her grip on Bethany. Her head was now nestled in the crook of Chelsey’s arm, and Bethany’s legs straddled Chelsey’s hand like it was a saddle. The tip of Chelsey’s middle finger just reached Bethany’s navel. Chelsey smiled at Bethany, and began to gently rock her back and forth like an infant she was trying to sooth. Chelsey brought her arm right next to her body, so that Bethany’s face kept smashing into the underside of Chelsey’s breast. At the same time, Chelsey began to move her middle finger up and down, sliding it along the taut fabric that was only just covering Bethany’s modesty. In spite of herself, Bethany closed her eyes, bit her lip, and began to moan softly. Whatever Chelsey was doing to her (and we all had a pretty good idea what Chelsey was doing to her), it must have felt really good.

Chelsey bent her head closer to Bethany’s, and whispered to her in hushed tones that we all could hear clearly, “I’d be mad about that name you just called me if you hadn’t made me grow so big. Made me feel so good. Thank you for that. And I want to make you feel good too. Does this feel good?” Bethany groaned in the affirmative. “But Bethany?” Here Chelsey stopped her gentle rhythmic rocking, and pressed Bethany’s face hard into her breast, and pressed her finger hard against Bethany's tender parts. Bethany began to struggle helplessly, then stopped when Chelsey began speaking again in an even quieter but more intense tone. “Don’t you ever call me that again. Or I will make you very sorry. And I can make you very, very sorry.”

Chelsey smiled, lifted Bethany up over her head, and held her there for a long minute. Bethany looked down, dangling over seventy feet in the air, the huge mouth of her much larger friend just below her toes smiling devilishly up at her, a wicked gleam in her eyes. Chelsey lowered Bethany slightly, so that her smaller friend’s bare feet brushed against her lips. Chelsey turned her head from side to side, then snapped her teeth together a few times, and laughed when Bethany pulled her legs up, as if afraid that her friend might chomp her long toes off. Then Chelsey stuck out her tongue, and slowly lowered Bethany against it. She ran her tongue across the soles of Bethany’s feet, up and between her legs, slowly lingering when she reached the especially sensitive spot, then across her stomach, between her breasts, under her chin, and pausing to force her tongue briefly into Bethany’s much smaller mouth. Then she continued to lower Bethany, pressing the smaller girl against her as she squeezed between her massive breasts, across her fleshy stomach, between her legs, where she rubbed Bethany up and down a few times, before continuing her downward trip between her thick thighs, then her calves before resting her gently on the ground next to her huge bare feet. Bethany curled up beside her friend Karen and stared up at Chelsey with wide eyes, trembling slightly and breathing hard.

Then Chelsey’s gaze fell on me. “Eric!” Before I could move, her smiling face had descended right above mine, her enormous breasts swinging just below her long black hair. I was only a third as big as her VIP friends, and she picked me up easily in one hand. She lifted me to her face. “Thank you Eric. Thank you for all you’ve done to make this the most incredible birthday I’ve ever had.” Then she kissed my face, her puckered lips almost as big as my entire head. She pressed her lips against me surprisingly gently, considering how rough she had been with Karen and Bethany. Her enormous tongue emerged from between her lips, tasting me. Then she pulled me away from her mouth, and lowered me and held me between her breasts. She slowly moved me from side to side, pressing me against the inside of one breast, then the other. She murmured softly “Mmm…doesn’t that feel good, Eric? This could be a big night for you. The biggest!” Chelsey laughed. “There are a lot of cute guys here tonight. And cute girls! And I’m going to have so much fun with whoever I want. But you. You’re special. You made it all possible, and I want to thank you properly for what you’ve done for me.” Now she was moving me from breast to breast, rubbing me around her hard nipples. “You get to explore my amazing new body with me. And I guarantee that it’s going to be the most incredible experience of your life.” My rock hard penis seemed to agree with her. I knew it was wrong. I knew I was supposed to take care of this girl, my boss’s daughter. I didn’t even like her! But damn. God damn. She did have an amazing body, and the prospect of exploring every last curvaceous inch of all sixty feet of her was turning me on more than I’d ever felt before.

Karen, who hadn’t seemed especially jealous while I snuggled with Amy, was scowling as she comforted Bethany and listened to Chelsey’s plans for me. She shouted up at her “Make him start with your feet!”

Chelsey looked down at Karen, puzzled. “Huh? My feet?”

Karen continued enthusiastically. “Sure! Eric gives great foot massages. Make him give you one!”

Chelsey put me down. I caught Karen’s eye as I descended, and she smiled at me without joy. “The bigger the better, huh little guy? Believe me, I’m doing you a favor.”

Chelsey put me down flat on my back. Then she lifted her foot, which had to be eight feet long, and rested her heel on the ground below my feet, dangling the rest of her foot over me, bobbing it up and down, making her ankle pop with a sound like a gunshot. “That’s right!” Karen shouted. “Now tell him to rub your feet, or you’ll crush him!”

Chelsey laughed. She liked this game. She slowly lowered her foot closer and closer to me. “You’d better start massaging, before it’s too late!”

The rest of the world was eclipsed by this teenage girl’s enormous foot. I had no choice. I pushed my hands into her sole, and pressed as hard as I could, hoping she could feel me. She continued to lower her foot as I massaged, and I was keenly aware of just how incredibly powerful she was now at her size and strength. There was no way I could stop that foot from crushing the life out of me if she decided to put the slightest amount of pressure on it, let alone her entire weight.

Suddenly, she pulled her foot down, so that her toes were just below my chin. “That was the best you can do? That was pathetic! I didn’t feel a thing. You’d better start with something you can handle. Start with my toes,” Chelsey commanded. Then she pivoted her foot on her heel, and brushed the bottoms of each of her toes in turn against my head. Then she lowered her foot again and brought it to rest against my body. I could feel the pressure against my chest as she slowly scrunched and unscrunched her toes. She smiled down at me, a cat playing with a mouse. For now. Until she got bored.

I stared up at my boss’s daughter, the girl I was supposed to be chaperoning, keeping safe. A girl who was over sixty feet tall, completely nude, and could crush me beneath her beautiful bare foot if that was her whim. And I thought to myself, “Where’s my chaperone? Who’s going to keep me safe tonight?”

 

Chapter Fifteen: Courtly Dances

 

Distraction, if not safety, arrived in the fifteen foot form of Amy, who crawled out of the house with a closet’s worth of bedsheets. Chelsey took her foot off of me, and turned her attention to making a bikini. She had enough cloth to make two or three normal-sized burqas, but for her new figure, she didn’t have enough to make any bikini that could be worn outside of a topless beach. 

“Hmph” Chelsey fumed as she tried to stretch the makeshift top around her tremendous bust, but it was a losing battle. Angrily, she flung it to the ground. Suddenly, looking down, something caught her eye and she smiled. She reached down toward Jodie, who had been silently observing the whole spectacle.

“What are you doing? Stop it!” Jodie shrieked, as Chelsey picked Jodie up and unwrapped the sheets Jodie had used to cover herself. Once she’d removed the sheets, she dropped them to the ground and continued to hold Jodie, studying her.

With her thumb and index finger, Chelsey squeezed one of Jodie’s breasts softly, then the other. “Wow. You really do have huge tits.” Then she put her index finger below Jodie’s breasts, ran her finger along them, rubbing them before lifting her finger like she was turning on a light switch. “Boingy boingy boingy!” Chelsey laughed as Jodie’s breasts bounced free. Even from fifty feet below on the ground, I could see them jiggle. “Though I think I might finally be bigger than you, huh?” Chelsey took the smaller, terrified and mortified girl and began pressing both of her bare breasts into one of her own. “Mmmm….doesn’t that feel good?” Chelsey put her hardening nipple between Jodie’s breasts, and continued to move her up and down, smashing her into her breast, then pulling her away.

Finally Chelsey lifted Jodie up to her face. “Thank you for coming to my party tonight. I hope you had great time. I have to see to my other guests now, but I doubt any of them have got what you’ve got. Maybe I’ll see you again later.” Chelsey stuck out her tongue and slowly licked Jodie’s breasts, never breaking eye contact with her much smaller classmate. Then Chelsey put the terrified nude girl back down on the ground, and Jodie quickly scurried back into the house, trying unsuccessfully to cover herself with her hands and arms, audibly sobbing.

Amy had added Jodie’s sheets to the rest of the bikini top. Now Chelsey was covered. Barely.

“C’mon. I feel like dancing. I’ve been away from my guests for too long. I can’t wait for them to see me now!” And Chelsey turned and strode off toward the main tent. Amy and Karen scampered along behind, and I had to run to keep up with them. Bethany trudged more slowly, bringing up the rear.

When Chelsey reached the tent, she stood outside, waiting for her guests to notice her. The music and noise continued. Chelsey folded her arms across her chest and tapped one of her massive bare feet impatiently. Finally, she leaned over and peeled the top of the tent back from its frame. Now she had their attention. Startled screams gave way to gasps and choruses of “Oh my god!”

Chelsey beamed. “Hi everybody! Are you having a good time? I see you’ve noticed that your Amazon Queen is bigger and more beautiful than ever.” Here she turned slowly from side to side, showing off her newly expanded body. Her guests stared transfixed at their hostess, now nearly twelve times bigger than she had been at the beginning of the evening. No one said a word. No one moved. The music continued thumping away, despite the fact that everyone had stopped dancing.

Chelsey continued to smile down at her guests, delighting in their complete attention. Then one song ended and a new one began, an up-tempo song that had been popular three years ago. Chelsey squealed. “I LOVE this song. Come on, let’s dance!” And Chelsey starting bopping up and down, head shaking and feet tapping in time to the music. No one joined in. Everyone just continued to stare up at her.

Chelsey either didn’t notice or didn’t mind that she was dancing a solo. As the song went on, her gyrations grew bigger, and she started bending over at the waist, shaking her chest towards her guests below her. Every time she bent over, there was a moment of suspense as to whether the makeshift bikini would continue to hold her enormous breasts. I watched mesmerized as they spilled over and threatened to spill out of their confines, her soft flesh bouncing and jiggling above our heads, coming closer then pulling away. She had to know what she was doing. She was teasing us, and judging from the smile on her face, she was loving every minute of it.

Finally the song ended. Out of breath, Chelsey said “Whew! You know, I wanted my Dad to bring MTV here tonight. To film an episode of that show? About the most fabulous birthday parties? Can you imagine if they’d been here tonight? I’d be too big for TV, they’d have to do a special episode for the movies. Chelsey: the Super Sweet IMAX experience!” Chelsey laughed, then noticed the next song playing. “Okay, this one is for the couples. Couples only.” She watched expectantly, waiting for her guests to pair up. Still, no one moved.

“Don’t be shy! Here, I’ll help you.” Chelsey bent down on her hands and knees, and crawled into the tent. The teenagers inside backed away as she got closer to them, her huge face still smiling down at them, her massive breasts swinging just above the ground.

Chelsey caught sight of a plain looking girl with glasses. “Becky!” Chelsey exclaimed. She stretched out an arm, knocking over the guests who weren’t quick enough to jump out of the way. Becky stood petrified as the enormous hand closed around her, and Chelsey plucked her up then set her down in front of her. “Tonight’s a night for dreams coming true. So let’s find someone special for you to dance with!”

Delighting in playing matchmaker, because it also felt like playing God, Chelsey scanned the crowd for a suitable dance partner for her little friend. She spotted someone to her liking, and reached across the floor and plucked him up as she had done Becky. I recognized him as Christy’s date, Brian the good-looking football player. Now Chelsey had Becky and Brian in each hand, and she brought them together. She looked like a happy little girl playing with her dolls. Except for the “little” part.

“Now, dance!” she ordered, triumphantly. She put them down, and looked at them expectantly. Mortified, the girl stared at the ground, like she wanted it to open up and swallow her. Becky was a shy girl, and she didn’t enjoy being the center of attention. And even if it had been her wildest fantasy to dance with Brian, this was not how she wanted it to happen. Brian, for his part, stared at Chelsey, then Becky, then back at Chelsey in disbelief. Finally, he said “Screw this, I’m out of here!”

The foolish boy took no more than two steps when Chelsey’s hand slammed down in front of him, then grabbed him tightly. “NO! You’re going to dance with Becky!” Still keeping a grip on him with three fingers, Chelsey used her thumb and forefinger to lift Brian’s arms. Then she thrust him clumsily towards Becky, almost knocking the poor girl over, before letting his arms rest on the girl’s shoulders.

This time Chelsey didn’t let go of him, but made him dance with helpless, embarrassed Becky. When Becky just stood there, stone still, Chelsey grabbed her, and once again looked like she was making her dolls dance together. As the song went on, Chelsey forced the two closer and closer together. Instead of holding one in each hand, she cupped both her hands around the two of them, interlacing her fingers as she moved them tighter and tighter against each other, making them sway in time to the music. Becky was limp, not resisting, but not enjoying the dance. Brian squirmed futilely.

The song ended, and Chelsey leaned close to her tiny dancing toys. “Now kiss her,” she whispered. Brian clenched his jaw. Suddenly, Chelsey rocked back up to a sitting position, resting on her knees. She brought the couple in her hands up towards her face, and rested them on her breasts, not letting go of her grip on them. “C’mon, kiss her!” insisted Chelsey.

This was too much for Becky. Terrified and embarrassed, she started crying. Chelsey seemed surprised, then angry. “See what you’ve done!” she shouted at the tiny boy in her hand. She gently put Becky back down on the ground, while holding onto Brian. Becky ran away the second she was free, but Chelsey didn’t seem to notice, her focus squarely on the pee-wee football player. “When a girl wants a kiss, she needs to be kissed right then. When the Queen of the Amazons commands you to kiss one of her subjects, you do it! You remember how to kiss, don’t you? Here. Let me show you.” And Chelsey brought the helpless boy up to her parting lips and wrapped them around his head. Brian cried out in surprise, horror, and maybe pain, but his cry was lost in Chelsey’s cavernous mouth.

The crowd below stared in shock and disbelief at the one-sided make out session. Chelsey gripped the boy by his legs and ran her tongue all over him like he was an ice cream cone. With her free hand, she absent-mindedly reached for her breast and began fingering her nipple through the fabric of her bikini. Chelsey moaned softly, though to us on the ground it was a thunderous guttural sound.

Finally, Christy, who at 7’2” was easy to spot moving through the crowd, had had enough of the spectacle, and marched over to Chelsey and stood beside her. “That’s enough,” she shouted up at her. Chelsey either didn’t hear her or ignored her. Christy tried again. “I said that’s enough. Put him down!” And Christy started kicking and punching Chelsey on the side of her thigh.

I doubt Christy’s blows actually hurt Chelsey, but Chelsey did finally acknowledge the little blonde cheerleader. Earlier that night, seven feet had seemed so tall, and Chelsey had gotten so upset for Christy to be that big. But to Chelsey now, the difference between six feet and seven feet was barely noticeable. She reached down and plucked Christy up effortlessly. “I’m sorry, this is your boyfriend, isn’t it? Feeling a little jealous?” Christy had been much braver when she wasn’t thirty feet in the air gripped in the hand of the giant teenager. She didn’t answer, and just stared at Chelsey.

“Don’t be jealous. There are plenty of kisses for everyone.” She brought her other hand holding Brian over to Christy, as if to make her two dolls kiss. Brian was still dazed from Chelsey’s attentions, and hung limply in Chelsey’s hand. “No? No kisses for your girlfriend? Well, that’s okay. We girls have to take care of each other, right?” And with that, Chelsey lifted Christy to her mouth and started kissing her the same way she’d kissed the boy moments earlier.

Chelsey lifted the boy back to her mouth as well, and began to alternate kissing one then the other. Sometimes she’s press the one not being kissed against her massive chest. Sometimes she’d take a break from kissing and held the couple against each other. Christy had tried to resist initially, then realized the futility of fighting the teen giantess, and had eventually gone limp like Brian.

Finally, Chelsey had satisfied her oral fixation of the moment, and put her two guests back down on the dance floor, just as a new song was beginning. “You two dance now. Go on!” But Christy and Brian, exhausted from their ordeal, seemed unable to stand. They fell to the floor, holding onto each other, Brian apparently now taking comfort lying wrapped in the arms of the girl he’d called a freak and a mutant just ninety minutes earlier. The girl who was only a foot taller than him was now much less scary that the girl whose foot was taller than him.

But Chelsey was impatient with her little playthings. “Stand up! Dance!” She picked them up again, and put them on their feet, and this time they stayed there, the football player resting his damp head against the shoulder of the bedraggled blonde cheerleader. Christy glared up at Chelsey, but slowly danced like she’d been told. Occasionally she’d wince as her date stepped on her big bare feet, but she kept moving.

Chelsey finally turned her attention back to the rest of her guests. “Everyone dance now! Find a partner, unless you want me to find one for you.” Not wanting to go through what Becky, Christy and Brian had just gone though, everyone paired up quickly, and began to shuffle along to the rest of the song. Karen grabbed me under the armpits and lifted me up to be her partner. I didn’t resist.

That slow song gave way to an up-tempo tune, another one that Chelsey liked. She smiled and bopped her head, then noticed that her guests weren’t dancing with as much enthusiasm as she felt the song warranted. “I said DANCE!” and Chelsey leaned in and pounded her fist on the ground. Instead of motivating her guests to dance faster, this had the opposite effect. They all stopped, took a few steps back away from her, and stared up at her. Chelsey looked around at all her guests, getting angrier. She stood up, and those closest to her took another step back.

“Why aren’t you dancing? Aren’t you having fun? Don’t you like my party? ISN’T THIS AWESOME?!?!?” And Chelsey started jumping up and down like she was a one-person mosh pit. Every footfall was like a small earthquake. The tent and everything and everyone in it shook. I was still in Karen’s arms, and we looked up at Chelsey.. She was lost in her own world of pleasure. The music, the dancing, the way her new body felt to her, she just rocked her head from side to side, smiling. Her enormous breasts bobbed up and down and side to side in a hypnotic way as she jumped up and down.

Karen stared at Chelsey for a while, then joined her dance. Karen was as tall as Chelsey’s knees, so maybe she was less concerned about being trampled. Still holding me against her large chest, she started jumping up and down. I could feel her breasts wobbling and bouncing against me as I wobbled and bounced with them. I enjoyed the sensation at first, but then started to get dizzy. I asked Karen to put me down, and she did, never missing a beat. I took a few steps back, to give her room. It was an amazing sight. The 15 foot redhead jumping around and dancing next to the sixty foot girl. Chelsey emerged from her private moment long enough to notice Karen dancing beside her, and she picked up Karen just as moments earlier Karen had held me. The music ended, and Chelsey whooped and screamed as if she was at a concert. She squeezed Karen to her chest, then gave her a big kiss on the cheek before putting her back down.

Chelsey now turned her attention back to her guests, remembering she was displeased with them. “See, Karen gets it. She’s dancing. Why aren’t you? WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?!” She lunged forward and stomped her foot next to a cluster of boys and girls. They all screamed and ran out of the tent. The rest of the guests followed.

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING? I’M NOT FINISHED DANCING YET!” Chelsey roared, but now panic had set in, and all of her guests were running for the buses. “COME BACK HERE!!!! YOU CAN’T LEAVE YET!!! IT’S STILL MY BIRTHDAY!!! I’M THE AMAZON QUEEN AND YOU HAVE TO DO WHAT I SAY!!!!”

In a rage that did not entice her guests to stop running and come closer to her, Chelsey began ripping the rest of the tent apart. She pulled the rest of the roof off, then started pulling up the tent poles and flinging them aside. The power lines connected to the generator snapped and exploded in a shower of sparks.

Chelsey strode after her guests, towards where the buses were parked. Chelsey reached the buses first. She lifted her bare foot onto the side of one bus and shoved. The bus rolled over onto its side. She then bent down, lifted the back end of the other bus and flipped it onto its back. She turned to face her guests, who had stopped running when Chelsey had gotten between them and their escape.

“THIS IS MY BIRTHDAY PARTY. AND YOU HAVE TO DO WHAT I SAY. AND I SAY YOU’RE GOING TO STAY HERE AND DANCE AND WATCH ME DANCE. I AM THE BIGGEST AND MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL YOU’VE EVER SEEN AND YOU SHOULD BE DOWN ON YOUR KNEES THANKING ME FOR LETTING YOU COME TO MY PARTY, TO THE MOST INCREDIBLE NIGHT OF YOUR LIVES, AND YOU’RE GOING TO BEG ME TO FORGIVE YOU FOR EVERY MEAN THING YOU’VE EVER DONE TO ME. BECAUSE YOU’LL BE SORRY IF YOU DON’T.”

This rant seemed to have taken a lot out of Chelsey. She stopped yelling and just stood there, breathing hard, staring down at her guests. No one moved.

I knew I had to do something. This last temper tantrum had come very close to ending with someone getting hurt. Or killed. Chelsey was unstoppable, and she knew she was unstoppable. We were all little playthings to her now. Little toys to dance for her amusement, or to satisfy her demands for pleasure. And from the sound of her last threat, she had some grudges she was looking to satisfy, and who knew what she might do if she wasn’t satisfied. I had to get these guests out of here, get them someplace safe. I should call Gorber, try to get a message to Dr. Redwood that there was a problem. With his daughter. That would be a pleasant conversation. And I had to distract Chelsey. It would be at least ninety minutes before I could start shrinking her back down. Assuming Tammy stayed someplace safe with the phaser, and assuming she came back in time, and assuming the phaser still worked after all it had done tonight. Hoo boy.

I noticed Christy’s friend Amanda standing nearby with her boytoy, the two having emerged from wherever they had been after they left the pool area. I got her attention, she leaned down and I whispered to her that as soon I got Chelsey distracted and out of sight, that she should lead the rest of the guests across the field towards a wooded area, then make their way through the woods towards the main road back into town. It would be a long walk, but they couldn’t stay here, and under the cover of the trees, they might have a better chance if Chelsey noticed they were gone and came looking for them. Amanda had come out of her pleasure-fueled haze far enough to understood what needed to happen and why. She promised to take the lead once I’d distracted Chelsey.

Right. How was I going to do that again?

 

 

Chapter Sixteen: Happy Birthday

 

Chelsey still was catching her breath, and sat down on the ground in front of her guests. She now only towered thirty feet above them, and her long legs stretched across the lawn another thirty feet. 

I had an idea. I walked over to Chelsey, and patted her on the thigh. She looked down at me, impatiently. “What do you want?”

I looked up at her, concerned. “I worry that you may be overheating. At this size, you’re burning a lot of calories to keep yourself going, and after all that dancing and…” I glanced at the toppled buses, “…exertion, there’s a danger you may be suffering from some kind of heat exhaustion.” Some of that may have even been true. But it was all leading to the big payoff line: “You should cool off in the pool for a little while. Come around back with me.” I held out my hand, as though she should put her hand in mine, though the far more likely scenario is that she’d take my hand in hers. And by my hand, I mean my entire body.

I waited what felt like a very long moment while she considered the idea. Finally she smiled, and said “Boy, a dip in the pool sounds really good about now. Good idea, Eric.” She stood up. “Anyone else feel like a swim? How about you, Todd?” Instead of taking me, as I’d hoped, she reached down among her guests and plucked up a young man. “You can swim a few laps around me. Good practice for you. And where’s Natalie? I want to see her swim too. Oh, there you are!” She reached down and grabbed a girl with her other hand. With her two new playthings, she strode around to the back of the house. I nodded at Amanda, who nodded at me, then started whispering urgently to the people around her.

I followed Chelsey around back to the pool, as did Karen, Amy, and Bethany. Chelsey had gotten there first, of course, and having taken off what passed for her bikini was just about to sit down in the pool. The pool was only 8 feet at its deepest, but it was fifty feet long, so Chelsey could almost completely lie down in it. Chelsey stepped in, and the water clouded around her feet as the dirt and grass stuck to them washed away. Then Chelsey lay down, displacing so much water that it gushed over the sides, soaking the concrete around the pool and grass beyond. Chelsey made herself comfortable, with her head resting on the deck at one end of the pool, her calves rising out of the water at the other end, her heels on the deck so that it looked like her bare feet were the lifeguards on duty. The water covered most of the rest of her except for her breasts, which jutted out of the water like two soft creamy islands.

Todd and Natalie were the stars of the school swim team, and Chelsey now had them swimming laps up and down the pool, under her knees and behind her back. The VIP’s sat along the edge of the pool, their feet almost touching the bottom of the shallow end.

Todd and Natalie had begun swimming in their toga costumes, but Chelsey had soon peeled the wet fabric off them and now all three of them were nude. Every now and then, Chelsey would pluck Todd or Natalie out of the water mid-stroke to hold them in her hand and run a finger down their backs, admiring their lean muscular bodies. Then she would gently set them back in the water and they’d continue swimming. Mostly Chelsey relaxed. This was good for her. She had needed to cool off. I only hoped that she wasn’t resting and recharging for another rampage.

I noticed that she started pulling Todd out of the water more often than Natalie, and for longer periods of time. I decided I needed to make my move. As she put Todd back down, I walked around the edge of the pool to the side of her head. “How are you feeling?” I touched her forehead, brushing a strand of hair as thick as a rope out of her eyes.

Chelsey turned her head slightly and rolled her eyes to look at me. “I feel GREAT,” she moaned with surprising enthusiasm. She stretched, arching her back and displacing more water from the pool. She ran her hands from the top of her thighs across her stomach to cup her breasts. She looked down at herself, then back at me.

I gulped. “You look great. You’re truly magnificent.” The VIP’s had been talking amongst themselves, but now they stopped to listen to our conversation.

“Do you think I’m beautiful?” Chelsey asked.

I didn’t hesitate. “You’re amazingly beautiful. You were pretty before. But now, like this, you’re unbelievably gorgeous.”

Chelsey smiled, leaned back and closed her eyes. This was what she wanted to hear. Maybe if I said it to her enough times and in enough ways, she’d forget about the rest of her guests, giving them time to escape. I motioned to Todd and Natalie, telling them to get out of the pool. As I handed them towels, I whispered to them how to follow their friends out of here.

Karen, again seeming to be jealous of the attention I was showing Chelsey, called out “Would you like Eric to give you a foot massage? He can tell you how beautiful your foot is while he rubs it for you.” Chelsey murmured her assent, and I walked down to the other end of the pool, passing the VIP’s on the way. Seated on the side of the pool, the three girls were still almost two feet taller than me. “Just trying to help you out,” Karen whispered to me as a I passed. “When you’re done with her, you can do us next.”

Chelsey opened her eyes just enough to watch me reach the other end of the pool. She stretched again, this time flexing her feet, pointing and curling her toes. Her feet had towered above me, dropped to chest level as she flexed them, then went back up to their full eight feet height again. I couldn’t reach her toes except for the little toe on each foot, so I started there, gripping and squeezing it as I thought of what to say next.

“Your feet are beautiful, you know. They were cute when they were small, in those little flip flops you always wore. But now….” Here I started kneading the sole of her foot. Instead of speaking softly next to her ear, I had to shout a bit to make sure Chelsey heard me, which didn’t fit so well with what I had to say. Still, she seemed to be enjoying her foot massage, so maybe this would work out okay after all. “…now that I can really see them up close, I can see what good care you’ve taken of them. They’re so soft. And so pretty.” I was behind her foot, and Chelsey couldn’t see me, so she turned her foot clockwise, lowering her toes until she could see my face. My instinct was to jump back, but I stood my ground. I did not dare look like I was afraid of Chelsey. I looked her in the eyes with admiration. I smiled at her. She looked at me, sleepily smiling.

“Grab onto my foot,” she commanded. I did so quickly and obediently, hugging the toes that were now within reach. Just as quickly, she lifted her entire leg straight up in the air. The sole of her foot was now a platform I was lying on, thirty feet above the pool. I was still holding onto her toes for dear life, and Chelsey hadn’t broken eye contact with me since she’d shot me into the air. I was looking down on the giantess in the pool, and I could see her whole body resting in the water. It was an incredible sight. The three mini-giantesses gaped up at me on my perch. Water dripped off Chelsey’s leg into the pool below.

“Now dive.”

“What?”

“Dive. Dive off my foot into the water.” Chelsey giggled.

“But…but….” I knew the water wasn’t deep enough for me to dive from this height. Still, I knew better than to say no. I had to stall. “But my clothes. May I take them off first?”

“Yes, please!” Chelsey quickly agreed. I carefully rose to a sitting position on the ball of her foot, and began to take off my shoes. Her leg wobbled and swayed as she held it in the air, so my perch was shaky, and I was scared I’d slip off at any moment. I tossed my shoes, then my socks down to the side of the pool. Then my shirt, and pants. I kept my boxers on.

Finally I stood up. It was a very strange sensation, feeling her bare foot underneath my two. I carefully walked toward her toes. I decided I would jump onto her stomach, figuring I’d have a better chance of a soft landing there than in 8 feet water. “Here I go. You want to give me a countdown?”

Chelsey smiled. “On three. Onnnne,” she began. I braced myself. I was going to do this. I hope I didn’t hurt myself too badly. “Twoooo.” Chelsey giggled a little as she pointed her toes skyward and I began to slip. I grabbed onto her toes, but the sole of her foot fell away beneath me. I swung around, so that now I was dangling from the front of her foot. Chelsey lowered her leg slightly, and I found myself sliding down her leg. “Threee-hee-hee-hee.” I clung to her as I slid, and I could hear Chelsey laughing, either amused at the sight of me, or because I was tickling her leg.

I slid down her shin, then her thigh, rolled to the side and finally splashed down into the water. Her leg was still wet, which helped, but there was still an awful lot of friction and heat on the way down, so I was glad to land in the cool water. She lowered her leg and rested her foot back on the edge of the pool again. She regarding me, bobbing in the water by her hip, then she lifted me out of the water and placed me on her stomach. Her tummy was submerged, but only barely. As she breathed, her stomach rose and fell, and the water level changed accordingly. It was a soft, pleasant place to sit after being up so high.

“What else?” Chelsey asked.

“Huh?”

“You think I’m beautiful, you think my feet are pretty. You like my feet even more now that they’re bigger. What else do you like about me bigger?”

Based on where she’d placed me, and they way she gently wiggled her chest, it was clear that she expected me to say her breasts. I decided to surprise her, hopefully in a good way. I stood up unsteadily and started walking towards her head. “Your eyes.”

She was surprised. It was in a good way. “They’re such a bright blue. You could go swimming in those eyes.” I had reached her breasts, and I stopped between them. I reached out a hand and leaned against a nipple, but I never broke eye contact with Chelsey. “And your lips, those beautiful soft lips of yours. And your smile. Your big broad smile. I like seeing you smile, like you’re doing now.”

Her nipple had become hard in my hand, so I leaned to the other side and began massaging the other breast. Chelsey moaned softly, then began to squeeze her breasts together while I spoke, slowly trapping me between them.

“Your lips and your tongue and the way you taste and the way you can be so big and powerful but so soft and gentle at the same time and oof…” She had now brought her breasts together and I was her prisoner between them.

“What about my breasts? You haven’t mentioned my breasts.” She pressed and rolled them around a bit, and me with them. I couldn’t speak, but I smiled and nodded. “You like them? You like girls with big breasts, don’t you? You used to date Jodie. But I’m much bigger than Jodie. Much.” With her last word, she affected a Scottish dialect, and smiled.

“Yes,” I gasped.

Now, I should point out, that up until now, everything I’d said to Chelsey was true. I genuinely did think she’d become a beautiful giantess. Eyes, feet, everything. I’d been dazzled by her kisses when she was seven feet tall, earlier in the evening. And I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t want to kiss that enormous mouth again, to see what it felt like at this new size. So while my primary goal was to distract her and keep her from hurting or humiliating anyone else until I could return her to her normal size, and while I wasn’t necessarily proud of the way I had achieved that goal thus far, I hadn’t lied to the giant teenage girl. And I hadn’t taken advantage of her. Not yet. I wanted to say that while it was still true.

Chelsey released me from my prison of soft breast flesh, and took me in her hand. Karen said “Hey guys, why don’t you get a room or something.” Chelsey looked at her VIP’s for the first time in many minutes. They had been watching this whole seduction scene with amusement, disgust, fascination, repulsion—every reaction imaginable, and often simultaneously.

“Why don’t you all crawl back in the house and find me something to eat. I’m getting hungry. But…take your time. I’ll come find you when I’m ready.” The girls didn’t stay to argue. They stood up and headed back to the house, occasionally glancing back at me and Chelsey with a variety of expressions. Mostly disbelief at what they figured was going to happen next.

When we were alone, Chelsey asked “What am I to you? How would you describe me?”

I wasn’t sure what she was asking. Did she want me to say that she was my date? My girlfriend? Maybe something simpler. More obvious. “You’re the Queen of the Amazons.”

“No, no,” she dismissed the answer impatiently. “That’s just a name for a party theme. But I’ve changed tonight, and you really like it. I’m not an amazon. What am I?”

“You’re a giantess.” “You’re a beautiful, magnificent giantess.” It’s exactly what she was. And I loved it.

Chelsey held me above her face, staring at me for a long moment, smiling as she considered my answer, and then slowly lowered me until my head touched her lips. Unlike the rough kisses she gave Christy and Brian, she was oh so gentle with me. Her lips were soft, like two body pillows, enveloping me, caressing me. She rested her lips on my face, then opened them, moving down me to close again on my chest, my arm, my leg, kissing every inch of me as softly and tenderly and sensuously as I could have wished. It was an incredible sensation, and it aroused me. I kissed her back, though I don’t know if she could feel it. I reached my arms out wide and tried to hold onto her cheeks, stroking them.

After we kissed like that for a while, she took me away from her mouth, and held me to her left breast, pressing me into her nipple. I had lost all sense of appropriateness and restraint and dignity. I humped that breast. I sucked on the tip of her nipple, barely able to fit any of it into my mouth, but enough to give her some pleasure, based on her reaction. I threw my arms around that soft, pliant flesh and squeezed. I hugged Chelsey’s breast like it was her; everything I wanted to do to her, every way I wanted to express my lust and my desire, I did to her breast. She kept her hand on my back, rhythmically pressing me into her breast. I could feel her all around me, pressing against me from all sides, all over my body. Chelsey began to gyrate, moving up and down. I looked around and saw that with her other hand, she was touching herself, bringing herself to climax. I came a few seconds before she did, and could felt the heat raising off her body even in the cool water of the pool. She cried out almost as loudly as she did when she was yelling at her guests, a primal release of pure pleasure. She rolled her head back on the deck of the pool. She curled and uncurled her toes. She lifted me off her breast, brought me up to her mouth and kissed me again, still tenderly and gently. I kissed her back. Then she set me down on her chest, between her breasts, and settled back in the pool exhausted and relaxed.

Chelsey sighed contentedly, “This is the happiest birthday ever.”

 

 

Chapter Seventeen: Options

 

After a long while, we got out of the pool and sprawled out on the hill beside the house. Chelsey took the roof of the party tent (a big piece of it, at least) and laid it out like a blanket for us. I put my shirt and pants back on; Chelsey had wriggled back into her bikini bottom, but stayed topless. I did not object. As she lay there, I wandered up and down her body, exploring her. I shimmied down her foot, then walked back toward her head through the valley formed by her legs, a valley which grew higher and narrower the closer I got to her womanhood. I climbed up onto her stomach via her bikini bottom, and traced the rim of her belly button with my hand, which must have tickled her because she laughed so hard and so suddenly, I was thrown off balance and fell onto her belly. Chelsey was no longer “chubby”, but she didn’t have a flat stomach either, and that was fine with me. It was a little like being on a fleshy trampoline, the way her stomach gave underfoot. It felt good. After landing on her stomach, I sort of rolled around a little from side to side, then up to her breasts. There I stood back up, gave some affectionate hugs and kisses to those two beauteous mounds, which Chelsey received appreciatively, then crawled over to her neck. This was an area of her that I had neglected up until now, and as she lay on the ground, I climbed off her shoulder, and made my way towards it. I brushed some still wet strands of hair out of the way, then began to kiss and press myself gently into her neck. Again, she received this attention appreciatively. Chelsey moaned softly and smiled, turning her head away from me slightly to give me a greater surface to work on. 

Finally, I worked my way down her left arm, kissing her, rubbing her, paying special attention to the inside of the crook of her arm. Finally I finished at her hand, which I touched and kissed, climbing up and down her fingers as she moved her hand, changing my orientation to the ground, but always catching me before I could fall. She slowly moved her hand up, over her torso, depositing me once again between her breasts, where I rested.

We lay like that for a long time. Finally, from inside the house, I could hear a clock chime eleven o’clock. The first growth had occurred at seven o’clock, and if that had been the only growth, it would now be irreversible. When had the last growth occurred? Sometime around nine. It wasn’t yet nine o’clock when I’d been in the family room entwined with the three VIP’s, when Chelsey had burst in and very shortly thereafter burst up and out.

So the countdown clock was now ticking. I had two hours to return all these girls back to their normal sizes. Less than two hours for Amy and Karen. Even less time for Jodie. I had a lot to do. But where was Tammy? I had to find her and the phaser before I could do anything. And it was still set to doubling growth. It wouldn’t be hard to set it to reverse the process, but someone had to know what they were doing. And the only someone around here was me.

But now Chelsey and I had some sort of….well…relationship. Not sure what kind exactly. Complicated, but friendly, that’s for sure. She was calm now. Almost sleeping. Maybe she’s ready for the party to come to an end. I could have just slipped away and gone looking for Tammy. Instead, I thought it would be a better idea to be honest with this eighteen year old girl twelve times her normal size.

“Hey Chelsey, are you awake?” I called to her from my cozy spot between her breasts.

“Mmmmm?” was her noncommittal answer.

“It’s eleven o’clock. About time to call it a night.”

“No! It’s still my birthday for another hour,” she murmured petulantly. Then changing her tone she purred, “Maybe I can have another present….”

“Maybe, maybe. It’s just that, well, it’s time to start returning everyone to their normal sizes.”

“Oh.” She was wide awake and alert now.

“Not just you, but your VIP’s and….anyone else who was affected.” I didn’t want to mention Jodie by name, thinking it might annoy her.

“Can’t it wait? I'm not ready to change back.”

“We’ve only got two hours. Less than that. And I don’t know the precise time the window of opportunity will close. So much happened tonight that wasn’t on the schedule. And if I don’t change everyone back during this window, the process can never be reversed. You’ll all stay this size forever.”

“That wouldn’t be so bad, would it? I mean, before tonight, you’d never really noticed me.” Chelsey picked me up as she rolled over. She put me down on the ground in front of her, then rested her chin on her arms crossed in front of her. She stretched sixty feet down the hill, but right now, all I could see was the giant girl’s face.

“That’s not true…” I started protesting. She didn’t let me finish.

“But you never, ever would have thought of kissing me the way you did tonight if I hadn’t grown.” Chelsey reached out her index finger, touched me lightly on the chest, and started running her finger up and down my front, pausing briefly each time she passed the place my erection would soon appear if she kept this up. “Or any of the other stuff we’ve been doing tonight? Would you? The old me didn’t turn you on that way, right?”

She was spot on. And while she hadn’t said it yet, the corollary was lurking around the corner. And I won’t be interested in you any more when you’re back to five feet tall. I’ll only want you if you’re bigger than me. I couldn’t admit it to her. I didn’t need to though. She knew.

“You think I’m beautiful when I’m this size?”

“Yes, ” I replied truthfully.

“You love me being this big?”

Phrased only slightly differently, I would not have been able to give the same answer truthfully. To this one, though, I could honestly say “Yes.”

“But if you don’t shrink me in the next two hours, I’ll stay this size forever?”

“Yes.”

We sat silently for a long while, Chelsey deep in thought, absent mindedly running her finger all over me. When she spoke again, she raised herself up on her forearms. Chelsey was now looking down at me, and I was looking down a corridor of her arms that led to her magnificent breasts.

“Okay. You can change me back now, but I want you to make me this size again tomorrow. It’ll be just us, then. We can spend the whole day together. And every day for the rest of August, and then every afternoon after school. And all day on the weekends of course. You can make me bigger again every day, but I’ll have to get smaller at bedtime. While Daddy builds the new addition.”

Huh? “What new addition.”

“For me. For my new size. The house is much too small for me to live in now. But Daddy will get so much money for this invention, he’ll be able to build a whole new wing of the house just for me. Just my size. A bedroom and a bed and a tv room and a couch. He can make a bigger pool too. Or expand this one. Imagine! A pool sixty feet deep! It’ll be amazing.” There was a gleam in her eye as she envisioned this future. “It’ll be so funny to see you there. ‘Cuz I won’t be a giant in a tiny house, you’ll be tiny in a giant house! Imagine you jumping on my new bed, or snuggled up on the couch. Better be careful, or you might get lost between the cushions!” She smiled and squeezed her breasts together with her arms.

“So you want to….stay this size? You want to always be sixty feet tall?” And she wanted me to be part of her new life?

Chelsey’s joyful daydreams briefly gave way to a flash of impatience. “Aren’t you listening? Not until there’s a place for me to live! I can’t just go back to always being that tiny ordinary ugly little girl again. And once Daddy builds the new house for me, then I won’t have to. I can be your beautiful, magnificent giantess forever! And I don’t want you to shrink me back down all the way tonight either. I don’t ever want to be five feet tall ever again. You can shrink me down to…seven feet. I can still live in the house at that size. But every day you’ll make me bigger again. Back to sixty feet. Maybe more! Maybe sixty isn’t the perfect size for me. Maybe it’s seventy, or eighty! We’ll just have to experiment. That’s what you like to do? Experiment? Well, you can experiment on me, scientifically finding the perfect size where I’m the most beautiful.”

I was shocked. I hadn’t expected this at all. As far as she was concerned, a roof over her head, a bed to sleep in, and a couch to sit on were the only things she needed to begin her new life as a giantess. I don’t think she’d thought it through very carefully, all she’d be giving up, but was reluctant to share this thought with her. I tried a different approach. “Well, maybe your father won’t want you to be so big?”

“It’s what I want! And he’ll want what I want.” She’d become so spoiled in the past few years, she genuinely believed this. Time for another tactic.

“Chelsey, um….it’s been a big night tonight…”

“It certainly has!” she said, giving me a smile.

“…yeah. Why don’t we just get you back to your normal size and we’ll see how you feel tomorrow.”

Chelsey balled her fist and pounded the ground next to me in frustration. “YOU AREN’T LISTENING TO ME!!! I DON’T WANT TO BE MY NORMAL SIZE! I want to be seven feet tall! And I know how I’ll feel tomorrow. I’ll want to be sixty feet tall again. Or more! Maybe a lot more! Why are you being so weird about this. I thought you loved me this way?”

“I just…it may not be good for you to keep changing sizes. We haven’t done that sort of long term testing. It may be bad for you. And I don’t want you to get hurt. And I don’t want you to make any irreversible decisions that you might regret. If we only shrink you to seven feet tonight, we’ll never be able to shrink you back to your normal size ever again. And you might change your mind about that later. I don’t want you to lose your options.”

Chelsey was silent. When she spoke next, it was slowly and carefully. “So after you shrink me down tonight, it may not be safe to make me big again tomorrow?”

She was getting it. “We shouldn’t take any chances,” I said reassuringly.

“And you don’t want to shrink me to seven feet tall, you want to shrink me all the way back to five feet tall, because you don’t want me to lose my…options.”

“Right.” Chelsey seemed to understand the situation perfectly. Then why did I feel like the other giant shoe was about to drop?

“Well, then I’d better not shrink at all then.”

“Wait. What? Why?”

“Well, if there’s a chance that it’s dangerous for me to keep changing sizes, and this is the size I’m happiest at, that I’m my most beautiful at, then I’d better stay this size, don’t you think? You’re right, Eric. I don’t want to lose my options. And this giantess option, right here, is the best one I’ve ever had. And I don’t intend to give it up. Ever.”

Uh-oh.

Chapter Eighteen: Unhappy Birthday

If Chelsey wasn’t going to return to her normal size willingly, then I’d just have to do it without her cooperation. It would require several exposures, just as it had taken several exposures to make her so big. But she’d be much easier to manage when she wasn’t the size of a small office building. 

First I had to get the phaser. Which meant finding Tammy. Which meant getting away from Chelsey and back to the house. How to do that without letting Chelsey know what I’m up to….

Before I had time to think of any sort of plan, Chelsey scooped me up in her hand, and stood up. “So I guess my life as a giantess begins today, huh?” She seemed happy about the idea.

“Yes, but, well, I should really change the other girls back now, even if we’re not going to change you,” I stammered.

“No, I think I want them to stay that size too. I mean, they’re not really big, like me. They’re just little baby giantesses! They won’t mind. And they can live with me if they want! If they’re too big for their own houses, Daddy will build rooms for them here, for their size, and they’ll be room for them on the couch in the living room. Oh! If we build a table for me to eat on, it would be too high for them, wouldn’t it? They’d need to sit in booster chairs!” Chelsey started giggling, delighted at this idea. “Or maybe high chairs! Can you imagine? They’ve outgrown the grown-ups’ table at home, but they have to sit in high chairs because they’re too small to reach the giantess’ table!” Chelsey howled with laughter at the thought. She stopped laughing when she noticed I hadn’t joined her. “What’s the matter, don’t you think it’s funny? I think it’s HYSTERICAL!!” Her grip on me tightened ever so slightly.

“Yeah, Chelsey, it’s really funny, it’s just, well, don’t you think you should ask them if that’s what they want? I mean, it’s going to change their whole lives if they stay this size. Shouldn’t they get to decide that for themselves?” Once again, I appealed to the basic decency and reason of a teenage giantess. Because that had worked so well for me the last time I tried it.

Chelsey smiled at me indulgently, as if I’d just tried to use a big word I didn’t really know how to pronounce or understand the meaning of. “Eric, it doesn’t matter what they want. It’s what I want. You think that I’m acting impulsively, I can tell. But I’ve thought this all through. If I were the only giantess in the world, I would get pretty lonely. I mean, sure, I’d have you to love me and…play with me. But you can’t be my only company. I know that. I’m going to need some friends too. And who better than friends who’ll understand what it’s like to be a beautiful goddess in a world full of tiny little people. I mean, sure, they won’t understand it like I do, because they won’t be as big or as beautiful as me, but they’ll understand it better than ordinary little people. They’ll be the bridge between my old life and my new one. No. They should stay the size they are now. No need to shrink anyone tonight.”

I’ve got to admit, she had thought it through. In her selfish, self-absorbed, teenage way, she had it all figured out. I wondered what else she had thought about, how far her plan for her new life as a goddess among little people extended. And what my role in that life would be.

Still, I had to get her to put me down. I had to get the phaser. I couldn’t let this new world order come to pass. I played a risky card. “What about Jodie?”

Chelsey’s smile vanished and her face darkened. “What about her?”

I improvised “She needs to be shrunk too. I’m guessing you don’t want her to join your inner circle of friends.”

“You guess right.” Chelsey furrowed her brow as she thought about it. “How tall is Jodie?”

“Um….about ten and a half feet tall?”

“And my VIP’s are fifteen feet tall?”

“That’s right.” Where was her train of thought going to take us this time?

“Well, then, that’s okay. She can stay that size. I don’t mind.” Chelsey acted like she was being generous, deigning to allow Jodie the privilege of being twice her size for the rest of her life. Of never being able to buy clothes off the rack or to fit into an airplane seat or to walk down the street without being pointed and stared at.

“Maybe Jodie minds.”

Chelsey’s grip tightened again. “You’re not her boyfriend anymore, why are you worried what she cares about? You should worry what I care about. Me! I’m the one that matters now. I’m the one you love.” Too much of a silence followed. Then Chelsey said, slowly and carefully, “You do love me, don’t you? I’m your beautiful, magnificent giantess, and you love me. That’s what you said.”

“That’s not exactly what I said.”

It was exactly the wrong thing to say.

There was rage and hurt and confusion and fear in Chelsey’s eyes as she screamed, my head right in front of her mouth, “YOU LOVE ME!!! OF COURSE YOU FUCKING LOVE ME!!!! You loved me tonight in the pool, that’s for sure. And here on the grass, climbing all over me. Do you think I would let someone touch me that way if they didn’t love me? Do you think anyone would DARE to touch me that way?? THEY’D HAVE TO BE PRETTY FUCKING STUPID to touch me like that and then pretend they didn’t love me!!!!”

The heat from her breath was like a furnace blast. It was terrifying to behold so much raw emotion from this girl who was so much bigger and more powerful than me. I had no idea how she would channel that emotion, what she would do next and what would happen to me.

Chelsey held me in front of her face a moment longer. Then bent down and put me down on the ground at her feet. Even though I knew what was coming wasn’t going to be good, I still took a moment to admire those huge beautiful feet. Then she stood up again, ramrod straight, claiming every single bit of her sixty two feet eight inches. She put her hands on her hips and looked down at me coldly. “Give me the phaser.”

I couldn’t think of a lie that would have helped me. I stuck with the truth. “I don’t have it.”

She suddenly stomped her foot right beside me with all her might. The force of the impact knocked me flat on my back. Chelsey smiled cruelly at this successful demonstration of her strength and continued, “Don’t fucking lie to me, Eric. I know you wouldn’t be stupid enough to trust it with someone else. Not twice in one night. Give it to me! NOW!!”

“I swear, I don’t have it!” Chelsey lifted her foot again, and I cringed, anticipating another small localized earthquake. Instead, Chelsey lowered her foot, bent down suddenly and scooped me up in her palm. She began prodding me with her index finger, frisking me, but she wasn’t finding the phaser. I’m not sure she could have felt it even it had been there. Chelsey must have had the same thought, because she stopped feeling me all over, and began ripping my shirt off, then my pants, finally my boxers. I was completely naked in her hand. With her other hand she balled and squeezed my clothes tightly in her fist. She gave her fist a few good shakes, then opened her hand palm down so that my mangled clothes fell to the ground. It took them a long time to fall. Once they hit the ground, she stepped on them, twisting her foot slowly back and forth, grinding them into the ground. Satisfied that she’d destroyed the phaser, and any chance of my interfering with her new life plan, she put me back on the ground.

“Now why don’t we start over. Start back at the beginning again. I am the Queen of the Amazons, and I command you to please me. You need to give me a foot massage. If I like it, I’ll keep you around. If I don’t…well, accidents do happen, don’t they.” She lifted her right foot again, and brought it down on top of me, faster than she had before, and putting more pressure on me. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you two hours. Two hours where I know exactly where you are and what you’re doing. And at the end of it, you’ll either have pleased me, or you won’t. But no matter what happens, at the end of two hours, I’ll still be a giantess. And I always will be.”

There was no room under her foot for me to move. My arms were pinned down. I couldn’t move my head. She was putting some weight on me. Not enough to kill me, but enough to send the message that she could at any moment. Her foot and toes were caked with dirt from where she’d stomped beside me and ground my clothes into the soil.

I had no idea what I was going to do. I couldn’t even pretend to rub her feet while I was pressed to the ground this way. I don’t think she really planned to give me two hours, and even if she did, I would never last that long. I tried to think of something to do, anything. Suddenly her foot lifted high in the air, and on pure instinct I rolled away. I stood up, but I was knocked down again almost immediately when the ground shook accompanied by a deafening boom. When I stood up again, Chelsey was nowhere near, but Bethany was beside me, helping me up. She thrust something into my hand: the phaser! “But, where, how?” I couldn’t form a complete sentence.

“Just do it as soon as she’s got her still. She may not be able to hold her long. Hurry!” Bethany spoke urgently, then ran back towards the house.

As soon as who’s got who what? I stared around, confused, short of breath, and then I saw. Chelsey was wrestling…someone.

No. Chelsey was being wrestled by someone.

Someone…..bigger.

Much bigger.

Chelsey was on her knees, squirming and growling. She had been surprised, then angry, now really angry. But she couldn’t escape the grip of the dark towering figure above her. All the lights around the house and the party area only reflected light up to just below the chest of this mystery person (who was nude and definitely female) and the moon was behind a cloud, so I couldn’t see her face. It wasn’t Bethany. Was it one of the other VIP’s?

Before I could think any further, Chelsey was shoved to the ground. The mystery person planted a bare foot in the small of her back, then grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms behind her. With eardrum splitting volume, a voice from above commanded “Now! Shrink her now!” I fumbled with the controls on the phaser, set it to reverse the doubling, ran closer to Chelsey, and fired.

Almost immediately, Chelsey began to diminish. The someone bigger lost her grip on Chelsey’s wrists as her arms became shorter and thinner, but no matter. The someone stood to her full unimaginable height, keeping her bare foot firmly on Chelsey’s back. The foot appeared to get bigger, expanding over Chelsey’s bare back, but the opposite was happening—Chelsey’s back was getting smaller. And smaller. Finally it slowed and stopped. Chelsey was now 31 feet tall. Still big enough to do some harm to me, but now easily overpowered by the shadowy figure, which commanded that I fire again. Which I did.

I noticed slightly chipped metallic green polish on the enormous toes of my protector. I stared up, trying to see her face, or her hair, or some other distinguishing feature. I couldn’t see anything. Chelsey had now shrunk to just over fifteen feet, and I fired again. The foot released its prisoner, now smaller than the foot itself. Chelsey slowly, dizzily climbed to her feet as Karen, Amy and Bethany emerged from the shadows. The three VIP’s were now taller than the former giantess, and becoming taller every second. Chelsey was having trouble focusing her eyes but she recognized her three friends at the same moment she realized how much smaller than they she was. “No. NO! IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!!!” she cried as her eyes went from just above their breasts, to level with them, to having to crane her neck upwards to see the undersides of them. She craned her neck further up to see their scowling faces looking down at her.

“It’s not fair. It’s still my birthday! It’s not fair!” Chelsey stamped her foot, still slightly larger than my own, but now half the size of her friends, and a tiny fraction the size of the titanic feet in the shadows. When she stopped getting smaller, I made a series of adjustments to the phaser settings and fired again.

Chelsey was crying as she dwindled from 7’10” to 7’2, then to 6’3”. I fired one last time. She stopped looking up at her fifteen foot friends and looked down on me, while she still could. She shrunk until we were at eye level, and kept going. She finished at her original height of five feet. She stood there, sobbing, turning around and looking up at us all.

The reign of the Queen of the Amazons had ended.

Chapter Nineteen: Hurricane Tammy

Amy draped Chelsey in some tattered fabric, then tossed some to me and it was my turn to make a toga. As I hastily covered myself, I looked up at Karen. “So….what just happened?”

Karen crouched down, patting Chelsey roughly on the head as she did so. “Well, when we heard our good friend Chelsey here making her plans for not returning us to normal size, telling you how our opinions on the subject didn’t matter to a goddess like her, we figured she wasn’t going to just stand still and let you shrink her back down. Then she smushed and stomped your clothes to death, even though the pistol wasn’t in there. We assumed she’d do as much or worse to the actual pistol if she caught one of us using it. Which would pretty much crush any chance of us returning to our normal sizes. And Amy remembered an old Disney movie with Kerri Russell, and made the excellent observation…” Karen turned to Amy who smiled modestly. Karen continued, “…that the only way to stop a giantess is with a bigger giantess.”

“That’s me!” said Tammy, who had crouched down behind me to get a look at her vanquished foe. Chelsey looked up into Tammy’s enormous face. Having been the only giantess all evening, she had no experience looking into a face so many times larger than her own. It was a startling experience for her. She almost screamed.

Tammy continued studying Chelsey, and said “Hey there, Amazon Queen. I’ve been thinking about what you said to me earlier tonight, and for the record: I’m not jealous of you. Not by a long shot. And I’m also thinking you’re not the biggest person at the party anymore.” Tammy then made an “OK” sign with her fingers, daintily reached out, and flicked Chelsey in the chest. Chelsey cried out in pain, flew backwards, landing on her butt, the wind knocked out of her. Tammy laughed, then stood back up, staring down on us all from on high. If she was self-conscious at all about being completely nude, she showed no sign of it.

After Chelsey’s initial shock, her fury returned. She stood up, ran over to Tammy’s right foot (sixteen feet long by my estimate), and began pounding her tiny fists against Tammy’s big toe (which alone was at least two and a half feet long).

As Chelsey pounded, Karen continued to explain. “Tammy showed up with the little ray gun about that time, we explained Amy’s idea, and she volunteered for the job. We doubled her a bunch of times, until we figured she was taller than Queenie here. And definitely the tallest player in the history of college basketball. Well, ex-player.”

I did some quick calculations. Tammy was six foot eight. Doubled, then doubled, doubled, and doubled again would put her at just over one hundred feet tall. Incredible! I stared at her massive feet, twice as big as Chelsey’s had been. They had always been beautiful. They had always been impressive. Now they were off the charts on both counts. Unable to resist such magnificence, I stepped up onto her toes and walked across top of her foot. I was barefoot, and feeling her foot under mine was thrilling.

Tammy noticed my climb, and she stared down at me for a moment, expectantly. “Aren’t you going to say ‘Thank you’ at least? I just saved you from being squished.” And she lifted her heel so that I lost my balance, rolled down her impossibly long toes, and fell to the ground. Tammy laughed, then lifted her foot in the air and slowly brought it down on top of me, mimicking what Chelsey had done just moments earlier. Her foot was much bigger, so the world disappeared quicker, and there was only me and the sole of her foot. It was terrifying and wonderful, and if she had crushed me in that moment, I can’t say that I wouldn’t have died with a smile on my face.

After lowering her foot as slowly as she could, Tammy laughed again, moved her foot aside, reached down, plucked me up between her thumb and index finger, then stood upright to her full height. It was a dizzying trip. I looked down at the ground, several dozen stories below. Tammy’s bare feet looked normal-sized from way up here, but the tiny speck of a Chelsey beside them gave them a sense of scale.

I waited for Tammy to curl her fingers around me, or to set me on her palm, but she continued to hold my chest between her thumb and index finger, leaving my legs dangling. She brought me close to her face, so that it eclipsed everything else from my vision. Tammy turned me from side to side, studying me from every angle. “Wow, you’re really tiny.”

My heart was pounding as I stated the obvious. “No, you.…you’re really big!”

Tammy’s eyes gleamed with a flash of irritation, and her voice dripped with sarcasm. “Gee. Thanks for telling me, Mr. Mini Science Guy. Lucky that someone big and dumb like me has got a little portable brainiac to explain these complicated concepts.”

She slowly stretched her arm up over her head as high as it would go. Looking up at me as she lifted me, she continued “I’ve been called that a lot. Big. Dumb. By teachers. By classmates. And it’s true, right? I was big before, and according to your expert scientific opinion, I’m bigger now. And I guess you thought I was dumb too, seeing as you’re always offering to study with me and tutor me. But do you think I’m dumber? Tell me. I won’t get mad. Big, dumb girls like me don’t have to get mad. Because I’ll tell you something I’ve figured out all by myself. Whether it’s because I’m big, or because you’re tiny, the result would be the same if I dropped you right now.”

I never knew how afraid of heights I was until that moment.

Tammy held me like that for a long ten seconds while I tried to think of the right thing to say. Then she broke into a smile and laughed. “Shit! You should see your face right now! I’m just messing with you.” She lowered me back down to in front of her face, adding, “You looked like you were afraid of me. Like I might bite your head off or something.” Tammy gave me an evil grin, then lunged her head towards me, snapping her teeth together right in front of my face. That chomping sound, so close, so big, so loud, was perhaps the scariest noise I’d ever heard. I recoiled involuntarily. Tammy laughed again, gave me a quick, gentle kiss on the top of my head, then resumed studying me. “No, you’ve always been really nice to me, Eric. I’d never hurt you. But it’s weird to think about….”

I was still breathing hard from my near-brush with plummeting. “What’s weird?”

“Just how…..easy it would be…..if I wanted to hurt someone. I mean, you are so small. If I wanted to…” She lifted her other hand to give me a demonstration of her newfound might. She showed me her finger and thumb, holding them as far apart as the ones holding me. Then she slowly brought them together, until they touched lightly. Then she kept pressing them together, until she was squeezing them tightly together.

She continued, bemused at the implications, “See? That was nothing to me! But to someone tiny like you…and not just you….everyone will be this small….” Tammy got a faraway look in her eyes and began absent-mindedly rolling me between her finger and thumb, like she was bored in class and I was her pencil. “They’d be helpless. I could do anything I wanted, and they couldn’t stop me. Like the birthday girl, down there.”

Tammy looked down to where Chelsey was still trying to beat Tammy’s toes into submission, though slower now, with more obvious effort. “If I wanted to, I bet I could pick her up with my toes, like she was nothing more than a dirty sock. Then all I’d have to do is scrunch my toes a little, and she’d be gone. I wonder….” Tammy got a wicked gleam in her eye, and she stared down at the ground. Chelsey had stopped pounding on Tammy’s toes, and had taken a step back, looking up nervously.

Tammy began scrunching her toes, and moving her foot back and forth. Like a child at the beach, she was digging a hole in the dirt with her toes. After a minute, she appeared satisfied, and with a swift sideways move of her foot, she swept Chelsey into the hole. It wasn’t terribly deep—maybe two or three feet at most. But it was enough to scare Chelsey. Tammy laughed.

“Eric, you can’t imagine what this feels like. I mean, there’s what it literally feels like to be this big, which is pretty wild, and then there’s knowing what it means…no wonder Chelsey wanted to stay big. Having this much strength and power? It’s kind of a turn-on.”

She noticed the bulge in my pants, and with the pinkie finger of her other hand, she traced a line from my crotch down my legs. “And not just for me! I’ve known guys who have a thing for tall women. But Jesus, Eric, you must have a thing for REALLY tall women!”

I stared into those giant green eyes, saw her thick luscious lips curled into a smile, and I couldn’t control myself. At the end of a long day, after keeping it together through crisis after increasingly improbable crisis, it finally happened. I lost my shit.

“I love you!” I blurted.

Her smile froze. “What?”

“I love you! I mean, I’ve had a crush on you ever since I first saw you, you were so tall and pretty, and I’ve tried to spend time as much time with you as I can, and you’re….you’re….oh God, you’re just so beautiful and incredible and I can’t believe that you’re holding me right now and how big your fingers are and I just want to kiss them and you, and those incredibly beautiful huge feet of yours and show you how much I like you and how amazing I think you are and I hope you like me too and…oh…please say something so I can shut up…..I’m….shutting up now.”

Tammy continued to hold me at her eye level. She didn’t say anything for a long minute. Then she spoke softly but with an edge to her voice.

“Eric, that’s really….sweet? I guess? But I don’t….I mean, you’re a nice guy, and we can be friends, but I don’t have, you know, feelings for you.”

I had a sick feeling in my stomach. Motion sickness and fear of heights were a tiny part of it.

“Tammy, wait, I…”

“No, don’t...don’t say anything else. Please.” She moved her hand away from her face, so she was holding me almost at arm’s length. Her smile was gone, and now she regarded me with furrowed brows. “You don’t know me well enough to love me. You love my size. You love my body. You don’t love me. And you shouldn’t say that you do.”

“No, that’s not true” I shouted.

“Would you still say you loved me if I was five feet tall? Like her?” And she gestured to the tiny figure at her foot whose feet I’d enjoyed rubbing just hours ago (puny eight foot feet! I didn’t know what I was missing!).

Tammy continued, “Would you even want to be my friend if I was a short girl?”

I paused too long before answering. Her eyes narrowed to angry green slits.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so. I’ve met weirdos like you before. You aren’t interested in me as a person. I’m just a height to you.”

I was getting very nervous.

“Well good thing you’ve got your little ray gun, huh? Now any girl can be tall! Anyone you want. You don’t need me. And I never needed you.”

Tammy put me back down beside her foot. Chelsey had climbed out of the shallow grave Tammy had made for her, and Amy was now holding her tiny friend, Chelsey’s head resting on Amy’s shoulder like an exhausted toddler after the meltdown following a full day at Disney World.

“So listen, you can’t return me to my usual size for a couple of hours, yeah?” Tammy asked, impatiently. She didn’t want to spend a minute longer here than necessary.

I tried to compose myself. “Yes, that’s right. Two hours, but no more than four. Why don’t you….um…..you can lie down on the hillside here while you wait.”

Tammy stared at me with disgust. “I’m 100 feet tall and you want me to lie around in a fucking field for two hours and do what, count the stars? While you ogle me and try to rub up against my feet? Fuck that! I've only got four hours to be the biggest, strongest, most powerful woman on Earth, and I’m going to make the most of them. I’m going back in to town. I bet it won’t take me long to walk there. I’ve got some people I’d like to see. And I can't wait for them to see me! There’s a couple of asshole coaches who need to be taught a lesson, who need to know that they can’t just pick on people for no good reason, that karma’s a bitch and so am I! Fuck! I’m the biggest bitch there’s ever been!”

We had saved the world from one monster, and given it another. And this one was much, much bigger.

Tammy started walking across the field towards town as the slightly drunken crow flies. “Between two and four hours? Yeah, that’s all the time I’ll need. I’ll be back.”

I never saw her again.

I don’t need to go into detail about what Tammy did when she went to town. The destruction she caused is well documented. It was all over the national news. The mysterious monster that suddenly appeared in the night, destroyed, and vanished again just as quickly. The cleanup took months. FEMA said it was it was the kind of devastation usually associated with a category five hurricane.

What isn’t known is what happened to Tammy. Who got to her first, the military or a squad from Gorber Inc. No one was allowed near the old basketball arena for a few days afterwards (“structural damage, unsafe, might collapse” was the official reason), so one theory is that they kept the monster sedated in there until they could move her. Another, more grim theory was that they kept her body in there until it could be dissected and removed. But whether Tammy is alive or dead, whether she’s in a warehouse in the desert somewhere training to become the military’s ultimate weapon, or breeding a race of super-giant soldiers, or living in a remote corner of the world where no one with a camera will ever see her again, I just don’t know.

I blame myself for inviting her to the party in the first place, which started the chain of events that ended with her disappearance or death, but I also know that even if I’d been able to return her to her normal size, she probably would have spent the rest of her life in prison. For what she did to that assistant coach alone, never mind all the property damage. As if you could arrest a hurricane or tornado and hold it accountable for all the harm it had done. But hurricanes and tornados are mindless forces. Tammy made choices and acted on them. She went into town looking to cause trouble, and she did. She would have paid for her actions that night for the rest of her life.

One of the side effects of the device was that it reduced inhibitions, much like a strong drink. As it turned out, Tammy was one mean drunk.

Still, I prefer to imagine that she’s alive and happy, in an isolated village somewhere. On an island in the South Pacific, or deep in the jungles of South America, where’s she’s cared for and worshipped by the natives. She protects them from their enemies, and they feed her fruit and fan her with palm leaves, waiting on her hand and foot.

And what a foot to wait on! I still dream about those feet sometimes. I’m not proud to admit it, but my favorite thing to remember about Tammy were here sixteen foot long feet. Not anything she ever said. Not the way she smiled. Those beautiful feet. Not the basis of a lasting relationship, but nice to remember. Of all the lovely long toes I’ve ever admired, hers were by far the longest.

But I digress.

Chapter Twenty: Smaller

I turned back to the three VIP’s “C’mon. We need to return you to your normal sizes. We can’t have much time left.” I pulled out the phaser, and reset it to reverse doubling. 

“Me first” said Bethany, stepping forward.

“But you were exposed last, you have the most time left. We should do whichever of you was exposed first.”

“Yes, but I hate being big the most. And if I have to be this big any longer, I might try stepping on you myself.” Bethany showed no sign that this was a joke.

“Fine.” I fired the first shot, and she shrunk to 7’6”.

“Keep ‘em coming” she ordered. I did. And soon she was back to her normal size, gazing up happily at her two friends. “Wow! You’re so much bigger than the last time I saw you like this. I mean, you’re the same size but I’m smaller now, so it seems like, oh, you know what I mean!” She hugged them happily.

Karen picked Bethany up, and they gave each other one last disparate size squeeze. Meanwhile, Amy put Chelsey down, and presented herself to me. I worked my magic, and then there was one fifteen foot VIP left.

Amy took Chelsey by the hand and said “Come on, let’s put you to bed. You’ll feel better tomorrow. Oh, that’s right, Jodie sort of broke your bed. Well, you can still sleep in it….”

Jodie! Jodie’s growth had been at the swimming pool. It was because Chelsey saw Jodie in her bed that she’d ordered another round of growth for the VIP’s. Jodie’s window would be closing first, before anyone else’s. I had to find her.

I ran towards the house, tearing past Amy and Chelsey. “Hey, what about me?” called Karen after me. I didn’t answer. I threw open the sliding glass door, raced into Chelsey’s bedroom No one there. Shit! Where was she?

I went back into the family room. “Jodie? JODIE?!” I called. For a moment, the only sound in the house was a clock chiming twelve. Then silence.

Finally a meek yet booming voice called from Chelsey’s bathroom, “In here.” I charged in, and there was Jodie squatting and squeezed in the bathtub, barely enough room for her to fit. The shower curtain was pulled closed in an effort to preserve her modesty, but Jodie peered over the top at me. “Is it over? When the big one started to fight Chelsey, I couldn’t watch. I hid in here.”

“Yes, it’s over, but quick—I need to return you to your normal size.”

“Oh, thank the Lord, Eric! I don’t want to be this size a minute longer. What do I need to do?”

“Nothing, you’re fine right where you are.” I took out the phaser, set it, aimed, and fired.

Nothing happened.

“Do we need to open the curtain?” Jodie suggested. I didn’t think that should be an issue, but it couldn’t hurt so I immediately pulled the shower curtain back. Jodie gasped and covered herself with her arms and hands, her huge breasts overflowing no matter how she tried to hide and contain them. I noticed some bruises starting to form, where Chelsey had handled her so roughly a few hours ago. I fired again. Again, nothing happened.

“Does it take a minute? Before it takes effect?” Jodie asked nervously. She knew that something was wrong.

I checked the settings. All correct. I checked the power supply. Low, but functioning. Everything appeared to be in order. It had worked just fine moments ago. A terrible sinking feeling was growing stronger in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t have the heart to share the thought with Jodie. But I had to.

“Jodie, do you remember what time we got back to the house? When we came in here?”

“Well, no, checking the time wasn’t exactly a high priority after nearly drowning and then growing into a hideous ogre.”

“Was it was more than four hours ago? Around eight o’clock?”

“It might be. It feels like an eternity, that’s certain. Wait. Yes. I remember you told me I had to wait two hours. And I must have seen a clock on the way in here, because I remember thinking that I only had to make it to 10pm.” She paused. I didn’t speak. I couldn’t look at her. I kept staring at the phaser in my hand. Jodie’s voice rose in volume and pitch as she asked, “Why?”

I owed her the simple direct truth. I looked up into her frightened eyes. “Because if it’s been more than four hours, then it’s too late to change you back. The process can never be reversed. I’m so sorry.”

Jodie was in shock. She stared down at me, open mouthed, eyes filling with tears. Then she exploded. She stood up in the shower, stooping over when she ran out of room overhead, knocking the rod and the shower curtain to the floor. She was hunched over, her breasts hanging down in front of her, no longer concerned about covering them. She lunged at me, grabbed me, lifted me off the ground and shook me in the way you aren’t supposed to shake a baby. Then she slammed me against the wall of the bathroom, holding me a foot and a half off the floor. She brought her face next to mine. “D’ye mean to say that while you were busy pleasuring that gargantuan tyrant in the swimming pool, you were using up my chance to be normal again? And now it’s too late? But you’re sorry, then? MY LIFE IS OVER!!! YOU’VE RUINED MY LIFE!!! I’m going to spend the rest of my life like…like…THIS?”

She let go of me and began wailing. I stood painfully, went over to her and tried to comfort her. I tried to reach up to touch her arm, but by standing so close her breasts brushed against my face. Jodie pushed me away roughly. “Don’t touch me! How can you even stand to look at me? This hideous body, these monstrous breasts. Here! Have a good look at them, why don’t you? ” She grabbed my shoulders and began twisting from side to side, back and forth, smacking me in the face and on the sides of my head with her breasts. Once, this might have been a fantasy come true, though under the circumstances I took no pleasure from it. On the contrary, her breasts had such mass to them that it really hurt. While she hit me, she shouted, “D’ye still think I’m beautiful? D’ye still think I’m gorgeous? D’YE STILL THINK I’M NOT TOO BIG????”

She pushed me away again, with an accusatory look. “You did this on purpose! Didn’t you? You wanted me to stay this size. And what’s your plan, then? No one else will ever want me, but you’ll be happy to come round and pleasure me once in a while?”

“Jodie, no, that was never…if I could turn you back I would, it’s just that…”

Jodie cut me off. “Just get out! Don’t look at me! Don’t ever look at me again!!!” She squatted back down in the bathtub, crying uncontrollably.

I left her alone in the bathroom, to find Amy putting a still sobbing Chelsey to bed. One girl crying because she wants to be big, one girl crying because she wants to be small. I could have laughed if it weren’t so tragic. I asked Amy to check on Jodie when she was done with Chelsey.

I wandered back outside to find Karen sitting on the ground, holding Bethany in her lap. “Finally, my turn.” Karen put Bethany down, and stood to her full height. I fired, and Karen shrunk before our eyes to 7’6”. I made the next adjustment, and fired again.

Nothing.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Karen also knew that the effect should have been immediate and that something was wrong.

I checked everything all over again. This time, the power indicator was dark. Shit. I ran towards the house again, towards the lab. “I’ll be right back. Stay there!” I shouted to Karen.

“Hurry up” she shouted back. “I’ve got another mad scientist birthday party to hit tonight. They’re gonna turn the birthday girl and her friends into brain-eating zombies. I’m already late, so the best brains are probably already eaten.”

……..

Once in the lab, I turned my desk upside down, then Dr. Redwood’s. Spare battery? Recharger? Power cord? The truth was, we’d never put as many demands on the device as we had tonight. We’d never doubled and redoubled and re-re-doubled something. Let alone two somethings. So many people, so many times, without enough time to rest. The device would recharge itself, in time, assuming we hadn’t completely drained it of power. The terrible irony was that I’d wasted power on Jodie, whose reversal window had closed, when I could have helped Karen instead. Now Karen’s window was about to close, and I didn’t have any way to get more power to the device.

(I also worried about Tammy, whether there’d be enough power when she got back to reverse her growth. Jodie and Karen’s lives would be changed forever, to be sure, but they could still live among people. What would become of the girl who was over a hundred feet tall, and had to stay that way? As it happened, I needn’t have worried. But at the time I didn’t know that.)

I called the Gorber Inc number and left a message for Dr. Redwood that we had problems, some at home, one heading towards town. Then I went back to find Karen. She had come inside and was sitting on the couch between Bethany and Amy. She had her arms around them, and seemed to be relaxed and enjoying herself. Maybe she wouldn’t take the news as hard as Jodie. Karen looked over at me, smiled, and said “Hey. You wanna watch this movie with us? We found it online—the MST3K version of VILLAGE OF THE GIANTS. It’s very educational. Shows you what to do in case you’re surrounded by giant teenagers. You probably should have watched it before now, though, huh?”

Amy scooted over and so I sat down between her and Karen. I looked up at Karen, who was watching the opening credits. “Karen, I have something I need to tell you.”

“SHH! No talking! The movie’s started!” She glared down at me.

I leaned up to her and whispered, “It’s just that, I’m not going to be able to…you’re always going to be…”

She looked down at me with her bright blue eyes and a gentle smile. “I know. It’s cool. No worries.”

“I’m not sure you understand.”

“Eric, I understand plenty. I understand that I’m going to be seven and a half feet tall for the rest of my life. I also understand that you feel terrible about that fact, and if it will make you feel any better you can rub my feet. In fact, I’d say you owe me foot rubs on demand for the rest of my life, so you should understand that you’re on call day and night for that duty. You should also understand that I’m going to pound you if you don’t quit talking during the movie. This is important. I’ve got to pay attention here. I’ve got to learn how find a village and be its giant.”

“Giantess,” I mumbled as Karen swung her legs into my lap. I began gently massaging her feet and settled back to watch the movie with the last of the amazon princesses.

Chapter Twenty-one: Senior Year

The next day I remembered my oversight. I knew that I needed to reverse the process for all the people I’d made grow during the party. But there were four people that I hadn’t made grow. I’m referring of course to Christy and Amanda and their two cheerleader friends. They had grown to 7’2” by the swimming pool, and had been among the guests who escaped into the woods while I distracted Chelsey. Their two hour window opened and closed while they were making their way back to town. 

So that made six girls who’d had permanent growth as a result of their exposure to the device at the party. They’d all signed waivers before coming to the party, and Gorber Inc’s legal team fought hard in court, but ultimately, the local judge didn’t like seeing what had happened to the girls of his town, and ruled that as a matter of public policy they couldn’t waive their rights not to be permanently turned into seven or ten foot monstrosities. When the waivers were thrown out, Gorber quickly cut a generous deal with the six girls and left Dr. Redwood hanging out to dry. Because I was Dr. Redwood’s employee (and had no assets), I was not named in the lawsuits. I was, however, fired.

Dr. Redwood lost everything. The house, the lab, the farm, any rights to the device, which Gorber quietly shelved. Chelsey had to go back to public school, which was just as well, because otherwise she’d have had all her classes with Christy and her friends. The four girls had become the leaders of the group of party-goers during their long walk cross-country back to town, and because everyone looked up to them (literally and figuratively), they now ruled their private school like never before. They were cheerleaders already, plus now they were the stars of the basketball team AND the volleyball team. They all got scholarship offers and had their pick of colleges.

Even though Karen, Amy and Bethany were all at public school with Chelsey, their friendship cooled. Chelsey was pretty much friendless, and very lonely. Her grades dropped. She may have even suffered from depression.

Karen, though bright, had never been a very good student and had managed to skate by under her teacher’s radar. But now, at 7’ 6”, she had no place at school to hide. Consequently, with the regular attention of her teachers, she thrived in school. Her grades improved. Her coaches begged her to join the basketball and volleyball teams, but she wasn’t interested. She really threw herself into her schoolwork. And, true to her word, she called me at least once a week demanding foot rubs. During these, we had long talks about the books she was reading for school, or current events, or what college life was like. I don’t think she’d ever given much thought to college before, but now she was curious about the classes I was taking, what extracurriculars there were, the application process, basically anything I could tell her. And I found that I could tell her anything.

Jodie, understandably, wanted nothing to do with me, so I was surprised to get a text from her in late October telling me that her Senior recital had been postponed to the Spring, but that she’d be singing with the Chamber singers at their Christmas concert. And so we began a very cautious online correspondence. I went to her Christmas concert, and they staged it very sensitively, with Jodie seated behind the risers while the rest of the singers stood in front of her. They opened and closed a curtain, so the audience never saw her standing next to her fellow singers half her size. Bethany was also one of the singers, and I gather that they had become closer friends after their shared experience.

Our emails continued through the winter and into the spring, becoming friendlier, more personal. Gradually, we started talking on the phone. But we never saw each other. From the sound of it, Jodie was doing a lot of traveling, and was rarely home on the weekends. But finally one Saturday in early May, before her Senior recital, Jodie invited me to her house for lunch.

I knew the way very well. Jodie, as the girl who had been most changed after that night, received a significantly larger settlement from Gorber Inc, and a larger judgment against Dr. Redwood, which included his house and farmland. I imagined it was strange for Jodie to now be living in the place where her life had been changed forever, and she’d said it was at first, but that she liked how secluded and private it was. She would go for long walks and knew that no one would see her.

I pulled up to the house, and I could see there had been some remodeling done. I rang the doorbell, and Jodie greeted me with a smile. I went inside and saw just how clever she and her family had been. Instead of building a wing of the house scaled for a small giantess, as Chelsey might have envisioned, the living space had been integrated for the whole family to live together. The floor had been sunk along one side of each room, or raised along the other side, such that Jodie could move about comfortably, but always remain at eye level with her parents or visitors. We ate lunch at the same table, but I wasn’t in a high chair or booster, it’s just that the floor on Jodie’s side of the table was several feet lower, where she sat in a specially built chair. It all felt surprisingly….normal.

As we ate, Jodie told me her big news. Her voice, always good, was now more powerful and resonant at her new size. Schools were falling all over themselves offering scholarships, vying for the chance to train Jodie’s extraordinary instrument, as they called her voice. After visiting several colleges and conservatories, and meeting with voice teachers with international reputations, she had decided to attend Julliard. As she explained, New York was one of the few places where people didn’t always stare at her, and walking among the skyscrapers, she didn’t feel quite so big. I worried that rent would be expensive, and that she’d need more room than the average closet-sized apartment in New York would provide, but Jodie assured me that Julliard had been very generous in including spacious accommodations in its offer.

After lunch, we walked around the farm for a while. Jodie walked barefoot, “saving my shoe leather for when I really need it,” as she put it. Even though she was now incredibly rich, she was still mindful that it was expensive to keep her clothed. “You know, it’s good though. Now that all my clothes are tailor made, they fit me better. I mean, they fit me perfectly, which they never did before. I guess I had to become ten feet tall to get a bra that fits me correctly.” Here she gestured towards her breasts, which seemed surprisingly less prominent, despite being twice the size they once were, when they were merely enormous. Jodie continued, “It’s funny to admit this, but I’ve never felt more confident about how I look.” She gave a little twirl, which made the skirt of the sundress she was wearing billow out.

“You look confident. The way you carry yourself. The way you smile. You look beautiful.” I shut up immediately. It was true, but I didn’t want to seem like I was coming on to her, now that she was opening up to me. And I definitely didn’t want to repeat our last in-person conversation.

Jodie only smiled. “You know what, Eric? I can finally agree with you. I am beautiful. I know that sounds vain. But I’ve never thought I was beautiful. Ever. But now…I don’t know. Part of it’s my voice. Being really good at something. They want me to study opera, you know. It’s incredible. I’ve been seeing a therapist, ever since it happened. To help me cope with the trauma. But the biggest help I’ve gotten was for the problems that were already there. I mean, I’ve got a long way to go. But I feel better about myself.”

Now Jodie stopped walking, turned and faced me. She took my hands in hers. “Eric, I don’t know what your feelings are toward me. I don’t want to be forward or conceited about this, but I want to be clear about my feelings towards you. Which are very complicated.”

I had craned my neck up to meet her gaze, and now Jodie sat down on the ground cross-legged so we could be eye to eye. She kept holding my hands. I was very nervous about what was coming next.

“I’ve never said this, and I should have said it before now. But….I forgive you for what you did that night. Changing me. Not changing me back. I know you were trying to save my life…no…I know that you did save my life. I would have drowned if it wasn’t for you. And I know that if you could have changed me back you would have done. And I’m sorry for how I reacted, and how I treated you. I was so mad at you for so long. But what hurt the most, was when I found you in the arms of those other girls, after you’d been so sweet with me. You said you’d take care of me, and you did, and then…I learned later about that “intoxication effect.” Lowered inhibitions. That explained me and the other girls. It didn’t explain you. Why you did what you did.”

“Jodie, I can’t…..” She put her finger to my lips.

“No, listen, I’m not blaming you. I’m just telling you how I felt. That’s not how I feel now. I know now that I can’t expect you to provide my happiness. That unless I’m happy with myself, it doesn’t matter who wants to be with me or doesn’t. You loved me once. You may never love me again. But I’ve really enjoyed our emails and our talks lately. And I’ve enjoyed having a relationship that isn’t based on being physical with each other. I’ve really enjoyed having you as a friend. I’d like that to continue. Phone calls, emails, I’d like you to be part of my life while I’m away at school.”

Jodie took a deep breath. “What I’m trying to say is that maybe, someday, maybe we can see whether we want to try being more than friends again. But not for a long while. And we may never feel that way again. But if you’d like to be my friend, I’d like to be yours.”

I smiled at Jodie and gave her hands a squeeze. I told her that I was glad we’d become friends again, and that I was glad that we were part of each other’s lives. And that we’d just let our friendship continue and see where it took us. Best not to try to plan for where our hearts might lead, because sometimes they take us in surprising directions.

We hugged, and then Jodie stood up. “Come on, I’ve got something I’d like to show you. I have a voice lesson in thirty minutes, but we have time to see this first.” As we walked, Jodie asked me if I’d seen the student art exhibit at the college yet. I hadn’t; in fact I didn’t know what she was talking about. “Ah, well, you should see it. I assumed you’d know all about it. Well, this will be more of surprise then.” And Jodie walked faster, forcing me to trot to keep up with her.

Eventually, after climbing to the top of a hill and starting down the other side, Jodie stopped abruptly. “Here. Here it is. Look.” She pointed, and squinted. I didn’t understand what I was looking at at first, but when the realization hit me, I stared with my mouth open.

Jodie and I didn’t look at each other, we just looked down the hillside. “My parents wanted to get rid of it. Plant…I don’t know…corn or something in this field. Pretend it never happened. But I like coming here. It makes me feel…..small.”

“Can we go closer?” I asked, breathlessly.

“Sure. I usually do.”

Jodie took my hand, and we walked down the hill until we were standing on the edge of a indentation in the earth, about sixteen feet long, five feet across, and maybe a foot deep. Jodie pointed out the similar indentations that led in a line across the field, but she explained that this one was the deepest and best preserved. We stood staring at it until it was time for Jodie to go inside for her lesson, and for us to say goodbye.

Chapter Twenty-two: “Look upon my toes, ye puny, and despair”

I arrived at the studio art building on campus about 4:30. The building closed at 5:00, so I had a little time to take in the show. Jodie had explained to me the process they’d used, some of the technical details of making laser scans of the originals, then the materials used to make casts and molds, and the challenges of creating life-size reproductions, but none of that prepared me for the sight that greeted me in the student exhibition space.

Feet. Dozens of pairs of feet. All eight feet long. All Chelsey’s.

Some had their soles to the ground, some were reclining on their sides, a few were straight up resting their heels on the floor, eight feet tall. They were in a variety of materials, and painted in varying degrees of realism. Some students had given them dirty soles, appropriate given the source material as footprints in the earth.

I had the gallery to myself except for one other visitor. She was sitting on the ground, staring up at one of the eight feet tall upright pairs. I almost didn’t see her. She looked up and around at me as I approached, and I stopped suddenly. We stared at each other for a moment before I collected myself and spoke.

“Hi, Chelsey,” I said.

“Hey,” she replied.

We didn’t say anything else, and just stared ahead at the soles of her enormous feet. I started to walk to the other side of the gallery, but I impulsively sat down beside her instead. I was curious to know what she thought about this, how it felt to be surrounded by her own giant feet. Before I could phrase my question, she answered it for me.

“It’s just bizarre, seeing these. Knowing that it used to be me. That I was ever this big.” She looked at me. “Seeing what you saw. When you rubbed them or when I tried to….”

“When you tried to crush me?” I finished her thought for her.

“Yeah. I’m sorry about that. I’m sorry about all of it.” I wasn’t expecting a self-analysis as complex as Jodie’s but an apology was a good start.

Chelsey stood up, walked over to a realistic pair of feet, one with their soles on the ground. I followed. “What do you think? Do they look like me?” She kicked off her flip flops, and climbed up onto the sculpture so that she was now standing on a replica of her own toes. “I’ve never been a model before. But here I am, immortalized! Long after my birthday party is forgotten…hell, even long after I’m dead, people can still remember…my feet!” She laughed bitterly, then sat down on her toes.

From the dark recesses of Eleventh grade English class, the poem I’d had to memorize and recite came back to me unbidden. “My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”

Chelsey explained that she’d seen her footprints around the house, and made note of each one in the days after the party. Before Dr. Redwood lost everything, he tried to preserve the physical evidence of the night and contacted a professor in the anthropology department. Surprisingly, it was Jodie who encouraged the work once the land became hers, and her parents had gotten professors in the art department involved, giving them the idea for an interdisciplinary student project. Jodie even provided the funds for the materials to turn the anthropologists’ scans into solid reproductions, with the expectation that the finished art works would become Jodie’s property after the exhibition. They were trying to use the same process with Tammy’s footprint that Jodie had show me earlier, but were having trouble creating a piece so big. Jodie had promised sufficient funding to overcome any obstacle. She had planned a sculpture garden in one corner of the farm, a veritable Stonehenge of giantess feet.

“But when they wanted to accurately reproduce the top of my feet, well, Jodie sent them right to the source. And what the hell! If they were going to make two dozen replicas of my eight foot feet, they should look good, right?” Chelsey rubbed her hands up and down along the cleavage of the toes she was sitting on, then stuck out her legs and wiggled and scrunched her toes, as if by touching the sculpture she was tickling herself.

I said, “And they do. They look great.” I wish I could say the same for Chelsey. She’d put on some weight, and more resembled the Chubby Chelsey of middle school infamy. Her clothes emphasized her new bulges in an unflattering way; either she lacked the money to update her wardrobe, or she was in denial about how much weight she’d put on, or maybe she just didn’t care how she looked.

I sat down beside her, and asked her if she was ready to graduate. She snorted and told me she wasn’t going to graduate. She was failing her math and science classes, and besides, what was the point? She hadn’t bothered applying to colleges because there was no money to send her anyway. I asked her what her plans were, and she didn’t answer right away. “Summer school, I guess. But what I really want to do is start working with Habitat full time.”

“Habitat? You mean Habitat for Humanity?”

Chelsey nodded. “Yeah. I’ve been volunteering with them for a while now. We’ve been rebuilding some of the houses that Tammy hit.” Tammy. She even sounded like a hurricane.

“We’re almost done with our work here, but they’re talking about how this team might go to the Gulf coast next, or maybe to Haiti, or Brazil. Amy is going to take a year off between high school and college to work with them, and I’d like to go with her. They’ll pay my way, so it won’t cost my dad anything. But he doesn’t want me to go until I’ve graduated. Which isn’t going to happen. And summer school won’t be any better.” Chelsey sounded like she was about to cry.

She stood up, and walked over to another pair of upright feet. She leaned against one of her soles, and looked up at me with a curious expression that I couldn’t quite read. “When I was big, I was so sure of myself. I’d never felt that way before. I just knew that I was beautiful, and I was strong, and I could do anything I wanted, and everything was going to be okay. And I know I was awful to people, but that night…I felt happy for the first time in so long. And now I’m back to being this stupid, ugly, fat little girl. I’m a nobody. I don’t matter.”

Chelsey turned around and stared up at the sculpture of her feet. She stood on her tiptoes, reaching for the toes above her. “I think about it every day. How that night was the best night of my life. That the rest of my life I’ll always be less than this. I’ll never feel that confident again. Ever.” Chelsey sat down on the floor and starting crying softly.

I sat down beside her. I never thought I’d find myself pitying this girl who almost crushed me underfoot, and our present surroundings made it hard to forget that moment in our lives. But part of this wasn’t her fault. There’s no telling what lasting impact the intoxication effect had had on her. Maybe she was like an addict who would never get a fix ever again, but hungered for it every day. It was hard to hold a grudge against this pathetic girl beside me now, no matter how much of a monster she had once been.

I put my arm around her. “You know who you matter to? Besides your dad? Those people you’ve been helping through Habitat. You’ve helped them. Don’t you feel good about that?”

Chelsey sniffed. “I’m not much help. I’m slow and dumb and I don’t do anything right. I have to be shown how to do things over and over again.”

“So why do you keep at it? Why do you want to go with Amy for a year?”

“I don’t know. Because….because I’m part of something bigger. It’s not just stupid, ugly old me. I’m part of a group and there’s something to show for it when we’re finished. I don’t know. When I’m working, I don’t think so much about me and my life. That sounds dumb. But it’s not dumb, what we’re doing.”

We sat in silence again. I was debating with myself, and finally made a decision. “I could tutor you.”

“What?”

“In math and science. I could help you pass those summer school classes. Then you could graduate and go with Habitat.”

Chelsey looked at me in disbelief. “Why would you ever want to help me?”

It was a fair question. “I don’t know. But I don’t believe that the best night of your life is behind you. The most unusual, maybe. The most improbable. But not your best. You’re capable of more. Better. And I’d like to help you see that. And maybe Habitat is the way.” I paused, then added, “For good or for bad, you’re part of my life. We shared something extraordinary that I’ll never forget. And I care about what happens to you. You matter. To me.”

Chelsey looked at me for a long time without saying anything. Then she put her head on my shoulder and really started crying. She kept saying “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” over and over again. We stayed there, sitting in the shadow of Chelsey’s feet, until the security guard came in and told us it was 5pm and time for us to move on.

Chapter Twenty-three: The Optimistic Footman

I was driving back to my apartment when my cell phone rang. It was Karen. “I just wanted you to know, the foot rub alert level is at red. You’ve got a busy night ahead of you. I plan to do a lot of dancing tonight, so you should plan to do a lot of rubbing You might want to bring lotion.”

I feigned disappointment. “Sorry, I can’t. I’ve got a hot date tonight.”

Karen sounded interested at the prospect of some juicy gossip. “Oh, really? Anyone I know?”

“I doubt it. Now that you’re on the honor roll, you’re not the regular on the party circuit I hear you used to be.”

“Hardee har har. Just for that, I’m gonna need a pre-dancing rub from you.”

“Are you sure you need me tonight? We’re supposed to go to some big fancy shindig. It’s really important to her.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Girls are funny about that sort of thing. I bet it doesn’t mean as much to her as you think it does. I’ll bet she just wants to spend time with you. Which she can’t. Because you’re going to spend the evening with me. Sorry, no hot date for you tonight.”

“But I rented a tux and everything,” I protested.

“Well, no need for it to go to waste. You can still wear it. I’ll have the best-dressed footman, and all the other girls with their footmen dressed like hobos will be so jealous. Be over here at 6pm.” Karen hung up.

…….

I knocked on Karen’s door at 6pm sharp. Karen’s mother smiled and let me in. “Don’t you look handsome! She’s almost ready. Why don’t you wait over here by the stairs.”

I didn’t have long to wait. Karen came slowly down the stairs, aware that she was making an entrance. The only thing missing was a 90’s song. She was wearing a kelly green dress, floor length, backless, with spaghetti straps over the shoulders. Karen usually wore her shoulder-length red hair straight, but tonight she’d added just the right amount of curl. Her chest was tastefully covered, but the depth of her cleavage was clearly visible. She looked beautiful. She reached the foot of the stairs, and stood beside me. Something seemed different. I looked up at her, puzzled, then it hit me. “Are you wearing heels?!?”

Karen grinned, lifted her dress to reveal a new pair of strappy shoes with four inch heels. “What’s the matter? Worried that people might think I’m taller than you? Don’t worry. You’re still the tallest guy I’ve ever kissed.” She loved saying that to me, knowing that I couldn’t say the same in return.

Karen’s mother insisted that I stand on the staircase behind Karen so that our heads would be at the same level for the pictures. Karen insisted that we take at least one picture where we stood side by side, Karen’s heels making her more than two feet taller than me. Then we headed out, Karen having to stoop lower than usual to duck under the door frame, and climbed into Karen’s SUV. I drove, while Karen sat in the modified passenger seat, which let her move the seat down and back far enough for her to sit comfortably.

We arrived at the hotel, got situated, then headed for the main ballroom. The colorful banners proclaimed RIVERDALE HIGH SCHOOL PROM: TWILIGHT ECLIPSED BY A NEW MOON. I looked up at Karen. “Seriously?”

“I think the kid that suggested it was being ironic. I guess the prom committee has an irony deficiency. But hey—if they want to remember their high school days through a haze of sparkly vampires, that’s their choice.”

“So long as there’s more to eat than Tru Blood, I’ll try not to mock.”

The food was good. So was the dancing. Karen and I danced, with my head nestled right under her breasts. I offered to bring a chair out to the middle of the floor for me to stand on, so that we could be eye to eye, but she preferred towering over me. Between dances, she’d slip off her heels and place her feet in my lap, and I’d happily massage them. Sometimes she’d dance with her classmates, and I’d sit at a table with Bethany or Amy to keep me company. Watching her dance, I marveled at how gorgeous she was, and how lucky I was.

When the dance ended, we retired to our hotel room upstairs. We’d gotten a room with a whirlpool tub, and Karen changed from her dress to a two piece bathing suit. She stretched out in the tub, and as she sank deeper, her long legs rose out of the water on the opposite side. I sat across from her, and she placed her feet on my shoulders, letting them rest on either side of my head. I stroked her legs, and she smiled contentedly.

Karen looked at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “You know, it’s such a cliché, having sex for the first time after prom. Why don’t we do something really unexpected? Let’s play cribbage. Then you can boast about it to your bridge club buddies and they’ll tell my grandmother about it and there’ll be a big scandal!”

I scooted under her leg, and around the tub so that I was sitting next to her. “Sorry, I didn’t plan ahead. I didn’t bring cards, just condoms.” We put our arms around each other and kissed softly, then with increasing intensity. Karen pressed her chest against mine, and the bare skin of the tops of her breasts felt so soft and warm, more and more of her breasts spilling out of the top of her bathing suit the harder she pressed against me.

Karen kissed my ear, then whispered in it, “Oh, well, if we must. But I feel like such a conformist.”

We got out of the tub, dried each other off, and I lay on the bed, waiting for Karen to emerge from the bathroom. When she did, I was not expecting what she was wearing. It was a skimpy version of her old Amazon costume from the night of Chelsey’s party. It was ripped and ragged, and seemed too small to contain Karen’s wonderful curves. It looked like an outfit she had grown out of; or better yet, was in the process of growing out of. It was sexy as hell.

Karen shrugged, “Well, it’s not like I could ask the woman who made my prom dress to make me a slinky nightie for me to model in front of my boyfriend. I had to make something on my own. And I thought you might prefer this. A nod to the first night we spent time together. What do you think?”

I liked it. A lot.

Karen noticed the box of condoms on the bedside table. I had sprung for the jumbo economy pack because it was the best value. “And what do you have there?”

“That? That is a box of optimism.”

“I should say so! Got big plans for tonight, do you?”

“Tonight. And beyond.” We smiled at each other again, a little nervously but excitedly. I got up and walked over to her. I took her hands, and kissed her palms. She stroked my face and hair with her long, thick fingers. She turned my head up so that I was looking at her.

“You know that I want to do this, right? No kidding around. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.” She bent down and kissed me. Then pushed me back onto the bed. She advanced towards me, on her hands and knees, her wonderfully large breasts spilling out of her too small amazon costume. She brought her face closer to mine, so that all I could see were her blue eyes, her freckles, her red hair, her smile. She let her body rest against mine, so I could feel her warmth, her size, her weight. I ran my hands along her sides, down to her hips, and I squeezed. Karen was by no means fat, but she was soft, and she did have a little something to grab onto in a way which was pleasing to the eye and to the touch.

We kissed and touched and tasted and fondled and nuzzled and stroked and squeezed and sucked and burrowed and rolled and nibbled and scratched until neither of us could stand it any longer. I wanted to be inside her and that’s where she wanted me. I reached for my box of optimism, and as I wrestled with the packaging, Karen gazed at me, traced a finger down my back, and purred very sweetly and sincerely, “You know I wouldn’t want to take advantage of you, or allow you to do anything you’d regret.”

My words to her from so long ago. I turned back to her, ready at last. “No regrets. Not even waiting as long as we have. I know you, and I love you. You. Not just your incredibly sexy body that I want to know a lot better.”

I climbed on top of her and entered her for the first of several pleasurable times that night. And many nights beyond.

Epilogue: The Heart of the Amazon

Chelsey walked down the darkening street quickly. She knew she was close to the river, she could smell it. She hadn’t told anyone she was coming here, not even Amy. It was getting dark, and it wasn’t safe to be out alone in this part of Manaus at night. Well, even more unsafe. 

But she had to see for herself if it was true.

Chelsey had become a model Habitat worker. After passing her summer school classes and graduating, she’d spent the next eight months in Haiti. Now she was in Brazil, working harder than ever. The obsessive thoughts that had tormented her constantly in the year after her birthday party almost two years ago had gradually diminished and rarely surfaced. But ever since she’d arrived in Manaus, they had returned and were all she could think about.

She’d heard the rumors in the Habitat office, and during breaks on the building site. Everyone seemed to have met a local who’d heard a story of a mysterious sighting or an unexplained encounter, and all the stories had a similar theme. Then she’d found the flyer, and the address, and the name. This was beyond coincidence. Chelsey wasn’t very religious, but it felt like a higher power (God? Fate? Destiny?) had brought her to this place. That all the work she had done for the past year had been some sort of atonement, and now she was going to be rewarded. Even Manaus’ old nickname seemed like an omen: Coração da Amazônia. Heart of the Amazon.

As she walked, she thought about the possibilities. How much more help she could be to the building team. She could carry more materials. Do more work on the roofing. This wasn’t about her, this was about helping the people of Brazil. It would be so different this time, she would be so different this time, if only….

She reached the end of her directions, and she looked around. There was the gate, the high walls, the barbed wire. And the sign:

A FACILIDADE DE PESQUISA DE GORBER, INC.
AUTORIZOU PESSOAIS SOMENTE
MANTENHA PARA FORA

And there, in the mud beside the gate, were the footprints. Different sizes. The largest were maybe twelve feet long? Thirteen?

Chelsey pulled out the crumpled piece of brightly colored paper. She read it again.

Idades das mulheres 18-25 necessário para o estudo da pesquisa. A carcaça e as refeições previram estada prolongada. Sob 5 ' 3” preferidos.

Written in the margins, Chelsey had scrawled the English translation her co-workers had helped her make:

Women ages 18-25 needed for research study. Housing and meals provided for extended stay. Under 5’3” preferred.

Chelsey stood staring at the paper, then the footprints, then the gate, then the footprints again. Finally, her heart pounding, she approached the gate and rang the buzzer.

“Que você quer?”

Chelsey took a deep breath. “I’d like to volunteer for the study?”

Silence. She tried again with the phrase she had rehearsed. “Transforme-me em uma mulher gigante? Por favor?”

More silence. Then the gate slowly swung open. Chelsey smiled and scrunched her toes.

THE END