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Big Surprises by Pseudoclever

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Big Surprises

by pseudoclever

 


 

 Act 1

Chapter 1

 

I was barreling down Main Street on my eighth mission of the evening, midnight black asphalt slipping away beneath my eighteen inch radials, when my phone began to vibrate frantically. A rough staccato of fat raindrops were pounding my windshield, and the road was just starting to get slippery. The coefficient of dynamic friction between rubber tires and wet pavement is a mere 0.5, less if your tires are starting to go bald. You don't need to know this, and neither do I. But we both know the practical upshot – act like a jackass when it's raining, and sooner or later you're going to get burned. The problem is, maybe the guy driving next to you isn't that smart.

All the more reason to keep tabs on the bovine shape of the minivan currently riding my blind spot. Keeping a wary eye out, I worked my cell phone from the pocket of my standard issue tight khaki pants. A quick glance at the illuminated caller id box, and with a snap of my wrist I answered the call. “Joe's Crab Shack. You want crabs?”

I heard a familiar laugh on the other end of the line, soft and lilting like warm grass on a summer's day. “Hey baby, you out of work yet?”

I sighed dramatically. “NO. We're getting killed right now. Whenever the weather is bad like this, lazy people refuse to leave their houses.”

“At least the tips are good, right?”

“Right,” I said, rolling my eyes. It took me a moment to remember that this was a phone conversation, and she couldn't see my facial expressions. “That was sarcasm.”

“I'm a smart girl, I figured it out. So can you make sure and give me a call when you get out of work? I'd like some advanced warning.”

For no reason that I could identify, those words sent an ominous chill down my spine.

“Sure.” I paused. “Can I ask why?”

“I don't know.”

“You NEVER know!” I replied, finishing our favorite inside joke. We both laughed. “Listen, I'm about to be back at the store. I'll talk to you soon, alright K?”

“You better,” she said, and hung up on me.

I turned the last corner, and the familiar avatar of my home base came into sight – a fifteen foot Italian stereotype. It was pudgy and stout, having originally been a 'Big Boy' statue purchased secondhand and converted with the bare minimum of artistic discretion to avoid a lawsuit. It wore a gigantic chef's hat and white robes (old bed sheets) and sported bushy eyebrows and a Snidely Whiplash mustache. At some point in the past I had been mortified to have my employer represented by something so repulsive. Chagrin, well-worn with time, had given way to simple apathy.

There were no other drivers in the parking lot – a bad sign. Sure enough, the inside of the store was a chaotic mess. Workers were answering phones, slapping out dough, pulling pizzas from the ovens. I pushed my way past the mass of take-out customers crowded in the lobby, grabbed my next run, and dashed back to the car.

If you're a young man in need of stable employment, or if you've failed to survive the latest round of downsizing at your high-powered corporate job, and especially if you're an anti-social malcontent looking to make some quick cash, may I humbly recommend the fast-paced world of pizza delivery. Imagine if you could get paid to play a mission-based driving sim, a la Grand Theft Auto. Imagine also that you could do this while listening to your favorite music, and that your boss only had access to you about five minutes out of every hour. This is my job.

There are downsides, of course. Bad hours. Goofy uniforms. The high probability of a grisly death in the twisted wreckage of metal that used to be your vehicle. But ultimately, I would say that customers are your greatest hazard. Can you restrain yourself from strangling college students when they don't tip you? After you've driven fifteen miles to bring them a piping hot supper? In the midst of a blizzard? If so, you're golden.

One hour and four deliveries later, my night came to an end. All I could think of now was getting home, peeling off my uniform, and taking a hot shower. I returned to my car, now in a civilian capacity, and dialed Kristen's phone number.

“I'm in your house,” she answered, sounding pleased with herself.

I half laughed, half coughed at this unexpected greeting. “Really? And what are you doing there?”

“I don't know,” we both said.

“In any case, I just got out, and I'll be home in a few minutes. If you're planning on robbing me, you might want to hurry.”

“Silly boy, you don't have anything I want. And Justin, make sure you come straight home,” she said. “I'll be waiting.”

I only lived a couple miles away from the store, so it was less than five minutes later when I pulled into my parking space. The front windows of my house were dark, the curtains shut tightly. As I made my way to the front door I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck begin to stand up. Turning the key, I went inside.

 

Chapter 2

 

The room was dimly lit, and a faint, pleasant odor was wafting through the air. I couldn't quite put my finger on its source, but it smelled delicious. The tension from a hard day of work began to melt away as I removed my shoes and went into the dining room.

Two places were set for dinner, and a single candle was flickering brightly from the center of the table, filling the room with a cheery glow. My girlfriend sat waiting for me. Kristen had combed her hair straight tonight, her auburn locks spilling over her shoulders like a breaking wave. She wore a red tank top that clung to her like a second skin, perfectly showcasing her thin, athletic body. The sleeveless outfit also gave me a good look at her beautifully toned arms. Kristen was fairly muscular for a woman, her active job keeping her fit. Were she not a relatively short five foot three, she might have even managed to look intimidating.

She looked up at me as I entered the room, a pair of glasses adorning her cute face, and smiled affectionately. “¡Hola mi amor! What do you think?” She gestured toward the table.

“I think you look amazing as always,” I said, gazing into her eyes.

“That's not what I meant,” she said, but her smile widened. Kristen rose from the table and sauntered over to me, her knee-length skirt making a pleasant swishing noise with each step she took. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I leaned down to kiss her tenderly. Her lips were soft and supple, tasting ever so faintly of peach lip gloss. Just as things were really starting to heat up, she abruptly stepped away from me. “Dinner's getting cold. We'll have plenty of time for that later.”

I sighed dramatically. “The best things in lift are worth waiting for, I suppose.” We sat together, and she served me a helping of roast chicken with spaghetti in Alfredo sauce. From the first bite I was reminded that Kristen is quite a talented cook when she puts her mind to it. Most evenings she prefers microwave dinners or, more often, large enough quantities of junk food to fill her up.

We ate together, chatting idly. She told me about her day, which featured a ten hour shift, angry customers and incompetent co-workers. I waxed poetically about my evening delivering food to stoners and fat people. In this way it was no different from any other night. As we bantered, however, I could sense that Kristen had something else on her mind. It would be easy to say that she was just looking forward to the after-dinner festivities. But I knew her well enough to tell that there was something else. The way she kept chewing on her lower lip, the way she kept glancing into the kitchen....

We took our time, just enjoying each other's company, and so it was quite awhile before we finished eating. “That was great, hun. Would you like some help clearing the table?”

She smiled mysteriously, and shook her head. “Thanks, but I'll take care of it.” Kristen collected our plates, and started to walk into the kitchen. Just before I lost sight of her, she looked over her shoulder and gave me a wink. A few seconds later I heard the dishes clatter in the sink, followed, cryptically, by the sound of a plastic bag crinkling. When Kristen returned she was holding her hands behind her back and wearing a Cheshire cat grin.

“Okay, I'll bite. What have you got there?” I asked.

“Oh, I can't decide whether I should just tell you, or let you figure it out for yourself...decisions, decisions.” She hoped back and forth from one foot to the other, her face aglow with eagerness.

“Can I at least have a hint?” I knew that in these sorts of situations I would have to bait her out a little bit. If I seemed too interested she would pull back and not tell me anything.

“A hint...hmm.... Well, it has something to do with what you told me the other day.”

“Can you be a little more specific? I tell you a lot of things.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “This was something important. Remember, we were having that conversation about our ideal mates....” Ah, of course I remembered THAT conversation.

From the moment she'd broached the subject I had been wary. It doesn't take a master strategist to deduce that this is a no-win scenario for most men. But she'd goaded me, and eventually I had agreed to play along. Kristen's answers had been just what you'd expect – someone caring, with a good sense of humor, and a rock hard butt. When it was my turn, my first couple features were easy – someone I enjoy spending time with, a person I can talk to about the things I care about, someone to listen to my various witty remarks. As for physical features, I like girls with good muscle tone, and, like most men, big breasts.

“That's all?” she had said. “Isn't there something else?” God, Kristen was far too good at reading me. There WAS something else...but the last time I had told a girlfriend about THAT, it had ended...badly. On the other hand, Kristen and I had been together for quite awhile now, and I was coming to find that I could trust her with any secret I wanted to confide in her.

I took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “I've...always been intrigued by the idea of being with a woman who is really tall. Er...I mean, taller than I am. I'm not sure why, but it just seems so...erotic. That I could kiss her without having to bend down. Or that she could just press me against the wall, pin my arms over my head, and really take control of a sexual encounter. I know it's weird, but I've always felt that way, and....” I trailed off, not knowing what else to say. My heart was pounding in my throat as I studied her for a reaction.

She had sat down next to me and looked me in the eye, a bemused smile on her lovely face. I had been about to open my mouth to apologize, when suddenly she had taken me in her arms and hugged me tight. “Thank you,” was all she had said. I had been so overjoyed that it hadn't resulted in a shouting match or all sorts of awkward questions that all I could do was smile and hug her back.

“Yes, I remember that conversation,” I told her, coming out of my reverie. “But do you remember what I told you afterward? That I love you, no matter how tall or short you are. You don't need to change anything for me.”

“And what if I wanted to change?” she asked slyly.

I blinked. “Huh?”

“It makes me happy to make you happy, that's all. And if I could find a way to be taller for you, well...maybe that's something both of us can enjoy.”

“I'm not sure I follow you. What do you mean by 'find a way?’” Whatever it was she was holding behind her back, I knew it was small. Too small, at any rate, to hold a pair of platform shoes, and beyond that I couldn't think of anything else that could possibly make her taller.

“Okay, I'll tell you. But you have to promise to suspend your disbelief. Promise?”

Uh-oh, I thought. “Sure, I promise.”

 

Chapter 3

 

“Alright then. You remember that I work with some Spanish-speaking immigrants, right?”

I nodded. “There are a bunch of Mexican guys if I remember correctly.”

“Most of them are Mexican yes, but one guy is Guatemalan. He told me that his family has some Mayan roots, dating back before the arrival of the Spanish in the early 1500's. And apparently Mayans have some interesting beliefs. Last year, when I was having back problems, he wanted me to go visit his Shaman.”

I chuffed. “Yeah, I remember when you told me about that. All you really needed was a week off from work, with nightly back rubs from yours truly. What's some crazy guy sitting in a sweat lodge with chicken bones in his hair going to give you? I mean, other than a placebo and a rash?”

She laughed. “I knew how you felt about the idea. And that's why I didn't tell you when I went to see him. He gave me some herbs and – placebo or not – they worked.”

I kept my mouth shut. The mere mention of anything mystical like this makes my toenails itch. But in addition to being a skeptic, I'm also a pragmatist. Kristen had been dealing with severe back pain for much of her adult life, and everything she had done to treat it had failed miserably. If she had at last found something that worked for her, then, provided it was safe, there was no reason for me to try and talk her out of it.

“I decided to go back and see this shaman again on my lunch break yesterday,” she continued. “And I told him about your little – or should I say, your BIG fantasy. He got really excited, and told me he had just the thing.” She removed her hands from behind her back, looking pleased with herself, and revealed a small earthen jar.

It really didn't look like much. It was tiny, about the size of a golf ball, and it was painted a dirty sort of brown color. From the many flaws and irregularities I could tell it was home-made. Or just made to look that way, I thought cynically.

“The shaman – Alonso is his name, by the way – told me that just a drop of this stuff on my tongue will get the desired results. And before you ask, it was cheap. Alonso seemed to really like the idea of helping me this way, and he gave me a great deal. So...what do you think? How would you like it if your petite little girlfriend got a couple inches taller?” She looked at me, grinning from ear to ear.

I wanted to ask her if she had any idea what this potion was made from. Or just why she thought there was any chance in hell that it would work. But the huge smile on her face, the happy gleam in her eye...I just couldn't bring myself to disappoint her. Reality would do that for me soon enough. However, there was still the issue of hygiene. “Ah...are you sure this stuff is safe? I imagine...Alonso...works in some pretty dirty conditions.”

She rolled her eyes. “No, he doesn't. And yes, it's safe.” She looked at me, a hint of pity on her face. “I know you don't believe in this stuff. Even I have to admit it sounds pretty crazy. But you believe in me, don't you?”

“Of course I do baby, it's just....”

“Then just trust me on this one,” she interrupted. She removed the lid from the ceramic jar and carefully slid two fingers inside. When she pulled them out again they were wet, presumably with “magic” potion. “Here goes,” she said, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness. She swallowed, steeling her resolve, and let a drop fall from her fingertips into her mouth. For an impossibly long moment we stood, staring at each other. The candle flickered in the darkness, casting weird shadows around the room as we waited. I didn't really believe anything would happen, yet still....

“Well?” I asked her at last.

“He never said how long it would...OH WAIT!” she shouted, slapping her palm against her forehead. “Alonso said the potion needs 'positive energy to catalyze the process.' I think that means....”

“...that we should hook you up to a live current and let the fun begin?” I joked.

“Of course not. You know Shamen...er...Shamens....”

“The correct plural form is Shamans,” I interjected.

“Whatever. They're very concerned with the balance of nature, harmony of life on Earth and all that. If he said positive energy, I bet he means it in the New Age, yoga-ey sense. So....” She turned and darted off into the kitchen, leaving me wondering just when my dull, predictable life had fallen off the rails.

Kristen returned a moment later, carrying a plastic serving tray. “I was going to save these for dessert,” she said, setting it down on the table. “But I think I found a better use.” On the tray were two bowls – one held a number of fresh strawberries, the other filled to the brim with chocolate syrup. “You know how chocolate affects me. If these don't give me a mouthful of positive energy, nothing will.”

I watched with baited breath as she lifted a strawberry from the bowl by its green stem. She rolled it in the chocolate until it was completely covered by a thick layer of the rich brown stuff. Lifting it to her mouth, she winked at me, and took a big bite.

She gasped in culinary delight, her eyes going wide. “Oh my god honey, these are delicious!” she exclaimed, licking her lips. “You've got to....” She trailed off. I could see her body start to tense, her hands clenching into fists. “Something's happening...I feel....”

At first I thought it was a trick of the light, or that I needed to replace my contact lenses. Kristen looked as though she was stretching, although she hadn't moved at all. I tried to justify it rationally; surely she was just standing on her tip toes, playing some sort of elaborate prank on me. Within a few seconds however, it had become obvious – Kristen was really getting taller!

As quickly as it began, the magic stopped. But no matter how skeptical I had been, it was impossible to deny – my girlfriend had just grown right before my eyes. Not very much, perhaps a bit less than an inch. But she had certainly proved her point.

“Now do you believe me?” she asked, a teasing smirk on her full lips. I nodded dumbly, my mouth hanging open in slack jawed wonder. “Good. There's just one problem...I'm still so hungry. I wonder if a certain sexy man would be so kind as to give me another strawberry. Pretty please?” How could I refuse?

 

Chapter 4

 

I picked up a strawberry from the bowl and covered it in a generous amount of chocolate. She opened her mouth expectantly, and I reached out to feed it to her, letting the edges of the fruit gently brush the edges of her lips. Kristen closed her eyes as she bit down, moaning softly. Once again I watched as she swelled bigger, gaining another inch in height. Her pert little breasts were beginning to strain against the confining fabric of her shirt. “Wow Justin, you don't know how good this feels,” she whispered as I moved to dip another strawberry in the bowl.

“Tell me about it, then,” I replied, dangling it above her. Despite being a little shell-shocked by the sudden and fantastical revelation of the existence of magic, I would never miss an opportunity to hear my girl talk dirty. “Describe the way this makes you feel.”

“I don't know if I should,” she said coyly, nibbling on the fruit. “It might make me get a little carried away. And you KNOW what chocolate does to me.”

“You keep saying that, but I have temporarily forgotten. Please tell me, what does it do? In detail.”

She licked at the side of the strawberry, taking some of the dense brown syrup into her mouth. “It makes me horny, baby. So horny I just don't know what to DO with myself.” As she said this I could see her start to grow again. The hemline of her skirt rose, revealing more of her long, sculpted legs. Her breasts were definitely getting bigger as well. Kristen had always been right on the line between an A cup and a B, but now it looked as though she were rapidly approaching a small C.

“What about all of this?” I asked, eyeing her up and down as I reached for another strawberry. “Tell me how it feels to grow.”

“It's...I don't even know...how to describe it,” she said in between bites. “I feel hot, like there's this wonderful, bubbling liquid spreading through every part of my body, filling me up. Every time it comes it's a little bit stronger, and it makes me feel so good.”

I lovingly placed another strawberry on the tip of her tongue. By now she was at least five foot seven, and with each bite her body was still spurting larger. Watching her clothes slowly grow tighter, her head rising higher, her tits swelling outward...it was absolutely breathtaking. And the idea that she was still growing, that soon she might be as tall as I was, or even taller....

I offered her another strawberry, and this time she snatched it from my hand and gulped it down without even bothering to chew. Before I knew what was happening she placed her hands on my shoulders and shoved me hard. I stumbled back, arms flailing, and landed in the same chair that I'd just sat, what now seemed like eons ago, eating a pleasant dinner with my perfectly normal girlfriend. And then she was on top of me, wrapping her legs around my waist and kissing me savagely. Her lips found my checks, my neck, my ears. She ran the tips of her fingers through my hair, causing me to let out a little sigh of contentment.

I put my hand on the back of her head and drew her toward me, planting my lips firmly on hers. Our kiss felt as though it were charged with an impossible amount of potential energy. The delightful weight of her body as she straddled my lap, the caress of her warm skin against mine, and the ever-present sensation of her expanding against me.

We continued to make out for awhile, just enjoying being so close together. Gradually the intensity of our actions waned, until eventually we just sat, holding each other. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, could smell the familiar aroma of her hair. This is something that many long-term relationships lack – being able to cuddle, or wrestle, or just kiss without any real purpose or goal. It's so easy, once you know all your partner's “cheat codes,” to just go for the quick orgasm every time. A, B, up, down, start, select, and BOOM, you can roll over and go to sleep. Not so with my girl. We've never lost the ability to just...be.

I was so comfortable holding her that it took me quite awhile to notice that something was amiss. “Kristen...not that I'm complaining,” I said. “But why are you still growing? You stopped eating at least ten minutes ago.”

“I thought that would be obvious,” she whispered into my ear, giving me a little squeeze. “It wasn't the strawberries that were making it happen. Any positive energy will do. And right now you're giving me a LOT of it.” As she spoke her hot breath tickled me, sending shivers down my spine.

By and by I felt her growth slow, and finally come to a stop. Kristen lifted herself off me and rose to her full height. I followed her with my eyes, interested to see just how large she had become. I was not disappointed. She has always been attractive. I don't know how many times I've told her that, with a little bit of effort, she could easily be a ten. But now, I believed she had transcended the numbering system all together.

Her outfit looked almost comically small on her now. Her skirt was far shorter and much tighter than its designers had intended, showing off the luscious curves of her hips. Her breasts were magnificent, perhaps small D-cups now, and they filled her top to overflowing. She had never had much cleavage to speak of before, but now several inches could be seen pushing through the neckline of her overstressed shirt. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but her entire body seemed a bit more muscular. Several inches of her stomach were visible, and I hadn't remembered her abs being quite so well-defined. Her arms and legs looked stronger too. Yet despite all the muscle, she still managed to look feminine. Every inch of her absolutely dripped sexuality.

And in fact, she had quite a few more inches to work with. A rough estimate put her at five foot ten, by far the tallest girl I've ever been with. I was elated, but also somewhat disappointed on another, deeper level. True, she was much bigger now. But she was still shorter than me. I tried to push this thought out of my head – there was no reason to be anything other than thrilled with what had happened.

“Told you it would work,” Kristen said, smirking at me condescendingly. She bent over, resting her hands on her knees, giving me the best possible look at her cleavage.

“I...uhh...guess I was mistaken,” I said, unable to take my eyes off her.

“I guess this is as big as I'm going to get from that stuff,” she said, poking the ceramic jar where it lay on the countertop. “Oh well, I'm pretty happy with the way things turned out.” She stooped over to kiss me again, then stopped abruptly. She sniffed the air around my head, scowling distastefully. “Wow, I didn't notice before, but you smell like bad pizza. I think we need to take a shower.” Without waiting for me to respond, she turned and walked toward the bathroom, giving me a good look at her heart-shaped behind.

I moved to followed her, but she held up her hand. “You know what? I'm actually kind of thirsty all of a sudden. Be a dear and bring me one of my cans of iced tea out of the fridge?” She walked out of sight around the corner, and I watched her go, dumbfounded. A second later her shirt landed on the floor at my feet. Her skirt soon joined it. “I'd hurry if I were you.” I bolted into the kitchen.

It took me about two seconds to find her beverage of choice, and I turned to dash up to the bathroom. I stopped short however, as I spied the little brown jar still sitting on the counter. For awhile I just stared at it, almost able to hear the gears turning in my head. Kristen had said her dose had been spent. She was still shorter than me. Before my conscience could interfere, I popped the top of her beverage and poured several drops of the elixir inside.

 

Act II

Chapter 5

 

Carrying my girlfriend's spiked ice tea, I ran up the stairs two at a time. I yanked open the bathroom door, and my jaw dropped in surprise. The scene on the other side of the door was beyond belief.

Kristen was kneeling on the floor, looking up at me with an expression that I can only describe as hungry. One of her hands was cupping her right breast, which was now at least as large as a softball. Nothing on this Earth could have made me want to look away from the sight of her fingers as they pinched and rolled her hard little nipple. Nothing, that is, except what her other hand was doing.

My girlfriend's legs were spread far apart, and two of her fingers were stroking the pink folds of her slit. Even from across the room I could see that she was soaking wet. As I watched, she plunged her middle finger deep inside her pussy, and began to thrust in and out rapidly. She moaned softly, enjoying her own work as she stared up at me. “I'm sorry Justin, I just couldn't wait. This stuff just makes me feel so...God I can't even control myself.”

My lecherous grin was so wide I thought my lip might split. “Believe me hun, I don't mind.”

She winked at me. “Enjoying the show, huh?”

“You have quite a talent for understatement. It smells amazing in here.” It was true. Kristen had filled the small bathroom with her fragrance. Her odor was tangy and distinctive, uniquely hers, and it, more than anything else, made me want her right now.

I moved to join her on the floor, but she stood up, backing away from me playfully. “Pay the toll first. Did you bring me my iced tea?”

I put on my best poker face as I handed her the beverage container. Without bothering to ask why it was already open she began to gulp it down, not stopping until she had emptied the can of every last drop. “Wow. Pretty thirsty, are we?” I asked, stifling a grin.

“Yeah. I wonder if it has something to do with....” She waved her hand over her new and improved body, and my eyes followed willingly. I just couldn't get over how amazing she looked. People throw around the phrase “ideal woman.” Right now, the term seemed woefully inadequate.

“With his job well done, the delivery boy moves in to collect his tip....” I growled, leaning forward and brushing my lips lightly against hers. She laughed at my awful joke, and wrapped her arms around me. It was so novel being able to kiss her this way, without having to bend down, looking her right in the eye. I loved how much MORE of her there was. And soon, I thought with a smile, how much more of her there would be.

Our kissing started to get more amorous. We clung tightly together, our tongues intertwined. And now I was just barely able to perceive that she was growing again. I kept having to raise my head to continue making out with her, and when I opened my eyes to gaze at her I could see that her body was infinitesimally bigger. A flush of passion ran through me, and I knew I had to take a break or risk going past the point of no return.

It took every ounce of my will, but I was finally able to pull away from her almost irresistible charms. “Hey hun, I thought you wanted to take a shower?” I asked her.

Kristen rolled her eyes. “Meanie,” she said, shoving me teasingly. I staggered backward a couple steps, but managed to regain my footing before I took a nasty tumble. Wow was she strong! She was already closing in on six feet tall, and there was no way to tell just how much bigger she was going to get. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea after all. And yet, no matter how loudly my logical mind raised its objections, I knew the decision had already been made. In for a penny, in for a pound.

I slowly stripped naked, trying to give myself time to cool off, and maybe to give my girlfriend a little show as well. Kristen didn't seem that interested in remaining a spectator, however. The way her hands kept reaching out to find my most sensitive spots made the whole process a bit difficult, but I managed to resist her advances long enough to finish undressing. I bent over to turn on the shower, and as I carefully adjusted the temperature she moved in to rub my lower back and my hips. Her hands worked lower, drawing closer and closer to a dangerous part of my body. Knowing that the instant she touched me there my resolve would crumble, I spun out of her grasp and hopped into the shower. She sighed in theatrical exasperation, and joined me.

She stepped under the faucet, letting the warm water cascade down her body. “Mmm,” she groaned. “This is exactly what I needed.” The space beneath the shower head seemed far more cramped than I had remembered it. Kristen reached down to adjust the nozzle, and the water warmed up a couple more degrees. She closed her eyes in contentment as thick clouds of steam filled the room. Once more I could see her arms begin to lengthen, the top of her head rise, her whole body expand in every direction. Our eyes were exactly level now. I felt another little thrill of excitement knowing that she was as tall as me – and getting taller! Her breasts were also becoming rounder and fuller, taking on a tear drop shape. There was nothing for it; I just had to touch her.

My hands took hold of her shoulders, and I massaged her firmly. She smiled at me blissfully without opening her eyes, and leaned her weight against me. I ran my fingernails through her damp hair, and stroked the sensitive spot at the nape of her neck. My fingertips crept their way down her back, feeling her muscles relax as I worked out all her tension. Now I found myself looking up at her, ever so slightly.

Placing my hand on the back of her neck, I drew her in for a soft, passionate kiss, tickling her upper lip with the tip of my tongue. She giggled, the sound filling me with elation, and her eyes fluttered open. She smirked at me, immediately aware of her change in stature. “I thought my drink tasted a little funny,” she said. “You really like me big, don't you?”

“Yeah, I do.” As I said this, I could actually see her body surge a bit larger.

“You love the idea of me growing right in front of you, huh? Getting bigger...and bigger.” She moaned, her head rolling back as she luxuriated in her own words. “Gosh, I'm growing so fast. You must've given me a lot of potion, huh?”

“Umm...three, or four drops...I think....” I said.

“Hm, I think I understand. I can see the way your face lights up with every little growth spurt. You aren't happy with me being just an inch or two taller than you. You must want me to absolutely TOWER over you.” As she spoke she began to gyrate her hips, pushing the soft flesh of her perfect ass against my dick. “I'm right aren't I? Is that what you want?”

“Oh God Kristen, yes, more than anything,” I answered, reaching out to take hold of the magnificent orbs of her bosom.

She inhaled sharply through her teeth, gaining another half inch. “Just look at me baby...I'm getting taller, stronger, sexier....” Her words were proving to be a self-fulfilling prophecy. The muscles on her arms were tightening, her breasts were ballooning outward, and every part of her body was growing larger.

Just then I had a rare strike of intuition. “But Kristen, unless I miss my guess, I think you might want it as much as I do. You're making yourself grow faster just thinking about it than anything I've done to you.” She was now at least six foot three, and her growth showed no signs of slowing down.

“Ahhh, you're right,” she said, her voice thick with passion. She leaned down, and began to nibble on my neck sensually. “I wanted to do this for you, because I knew it was your fantasy. But I never knew how incredible it would feel.” Her nose rubbed the flesh behind my ear, and she sucked my earlobe into her mouth. “I'm so much bigger, so much more powerful...do you know what that means?” she whispered, her hot breath making my knees feel weak.

“N...no.” I stammered.

“It means....” She hugged me tight against her, pressing her inner thigh against my crotch, and I felt a wetness that had nothing to do with water. “It means you're going to have to work a whole lot harder to please me.” Releasing me, she moved to the other side of the shower, and turned to strike a bone-meltingly sexy pose. “Well...show me what you've got.”

 

Chapter 6

 

For awhile I could only stare at her in fascination. I've been around the block a few times. I've seen a lot of girls...on the street, on television, and definitely on the internet (my porn collection is the stuff of legends.) But I can safely say that Kristen was, by far, the most attractive woman I have ever seen. So attractive, in fact, that it was a little daunting trying to decide what I could possibly do that was worthy of her.

Thinking hard, I turned my head and noticed a bar of soap lying next to me in the soap dish. I picked it up and started to rub it in my hands, working up a lather. “Oooh, I like where this is going,” Kristen purred, looking at me eagerly. I winked at her, and stepped forward. For a moment I was a bit disoriented, standing before my six foot three girlfriend. I was used to being almost a foot taller than her, after all, and now I found myself at eye level with her chin. As much as the situation excited me, I could feel a faint undercurrent of uneasiness building inside me.

I rested my hands on her neck and began to massage the soap into her, working my way down her body. At first I avoided her breasts, quite a feat considering just how large they had become. Instead I went from her strong arms, over to her hips, across to her tight stomach. I drew my fingertips within inches of the inviting curve of her bust, then quickly darted away. She groaned in dissatisfaction – it was clear that my teasing was having its effect. This was a delicate game to play, however; I certainly didn't want to give her any reason to be upset with me.

I let my hands work higher, past her abs up to the base of her lovely breasts. I traced the soft flesh just underneath them and she laid her head back, moaning loudly. At last I took hold of the magnificent, cantaloupe-sized mounds of her bosom, kneading them vigorously between my fingers. She squealed in approval, and took hold of me for support.

The texture of her smooth skin, wet and covered in a slippery layer of suds, was driving me absolutely wild. My touch seemed to be causing a similar result for Kristen. Her bust had never been especially sensitive before, but now she was squeezing her eyes shut and howling in pleasure as I caressed her.

I was so enthralled with the feel, the sight, the sound of my girlfriend that I almost didn't notice her start to expand again. She was growing so rapidly now that even in my focused state of awareness I couldn't miss it, and I looked on in awe as she shot upward. Six five. Six six. Through it all Kristen stared at me through glazed eyes, watching the world shrink around her.

Her moans grew in intensity, become louder, more desperate. I knew her well enough to read the signs – her orgasm was fast approaching. And all I had done was touch her breasts! I rubbed them faster, my hands slipping effortlessly over her soapy flesh. I pinched her stiff nipples between my thumb and forefinger, tugging on them, and stood on my tiptoes to kiss her roughly.

Kristen grabbed ahold of me, lifting me off the ground, and pressed my body against hers in a vise-like grip. Her muscles clenched tight against me as she shrieked in ecstasy, the sound muffled by my lips. And then, explosively, she came. It seemed to me that her orgasm lasted forever. I wiggled myself back and forth against her chest as best I could, trying with my every motion to make her feel as good as possible.

Finally she started to come down and, with one last kiss, released me. “Mi príncipe azul,” she breathed lovingly. I shook myself off, working out the lingering soreness in my arm where she'd been gripping me, and took another look at my goddess of a girlfriend.

She had grown another couple inches, and I now estimated her to be six foot eight or nine, almost a full head taller than me. Her breasts were tremendous, the size of a pair of basketballs, and seemed to hold an utter disdain for the force of gravity. Her hips were wider, her waist thinner, her legs proportionally longer. Every square inch of her seemed to scream “Sexy!” My erection was as hard as I could ever remember it being.

Kristen glanced down slyly, noticing this as well. “Wow, you look pretty happy to see me, little guy.”

“You don't know the half of it,” I murmured.

“I think I might be able to do something about that,” she said in her most seductive voice. “But I think we're about to run out of hot water. And besides that...I've got an idea.” She pushed past me to turn the shower off, and I scooted out of her way, almost falling out onto the bathroom floor. No doubt about it, I thought, this tub was NOT designed for a full grown man and an over-grown woman.

I stepped out of the tub, passed her a towel, and picked up my own from the rack. She patted herself dry, and stood next to me on the bathroom floor. Again I was taken aback by just how huge she had become. My eyes were now level with her collar bone, but what really struck me was just how much more massive she was. She had been a short, fairly skinny girl less than an hour before, but now she must've outweighed me by at least fifty pounds.

She caught me studying her, and grinned at me happily. Lifting her arms high, she folded them behind her head, causing her chest to bulge outward toward me. Her knees bent slightly, and she turned her hips to give me a great look at her body in profile. I wondered just what good deed I could possibly have done to deserve this. It must've been in a previous life, I decided.

“Well, what do you think?” she asked, making a kissy face at me. “Am I a nine? Nine and a half?”

“Fourteen,” I answered with a straight face.

“Flatterer,” she said, blushing slightly. “Do you know what happens to little boys who say things like that?”

“I can only guess.”

Kristen walked toward me slowly, her body swaying seductively. She stopped no more than an inch in front of me, and I had to crane my neck up to look at her. Bending over at the waist, she put her face almost frighteningly close to mine. “This,” she breathed, and gave me the most serious kiss of my life.

 

Chapter 7

 

Kristen's lips were velvety soft, warm and just a little wet. She opened her mouth slightly, adding just the right amount of tongue. In the midst of our kiss she took a step forward. She was too big, too strong – I had no choice but to move with her. Kristen continued to walk, forcing me to retreat in the face of her advance, and soon I felt my back hit the door. She smiled wickedly, looking down into my eyes with an ultra-confident expression that I had never seen her wear before. “Now then, I remember you saying that what you really wanted was a girl who was taller than you. A girl who could push you up against the wall....” She moved forward again, and pressing her body hard against mine, pinning me. “And really take control.”

There was a moment of involuntary panic as my brain cried out against the eons-old threat of being trapped by a larger predator. I fought to remind myself that this was all in fun, and that the last thing Kristen would ever do was hurt me. Within the space of a heartbeat my rational mind was back in control, and I could fully enjoy the experience of my greatest fantasy becoming reality.

Kristen took hold of my wrists, and with a gentle but inexorable force she pulled my hands above my head, and held them there. Again she gave me that sexy, condescending smirk, the one that said, “I'm in complete control of you right now, there's nothing you can do about it, and I know you love it.” She began to alternately bend and straighten her knees while softly pressing her body against me. I could feel her pillowy breasts tracing a path from my stomach, over my chest and shoulders and coming as high as the base of my jaw as she stood up to her full height. With every pass her stomach and the creamy flesh of her inner thigh were brushing up against my manhood, her touch as light as a feather. Every inch of her was silky smooth and still warm from the shower. The scent of her damp hair and the flowery aroma of her Irish Spring soap were making my head swim. I let out a soft moan – this was heaven!

After a few minutes of this she had me really worked up. It felt amazing, but her light, ethereal touch was getting me so flustered that I felt like I might cry. I needed some real stimulation, and soon! Kristen watched the emotions play across my face, still wearing that smirk of hers, and it became clear to me that she knew exactly what she was doing. Sure enough, just before her teasing became unbearable I felt one of her hands release my wrists and begin to snake its way down my side. She reached down and took hold of my aching cock, gripping me between her thumb and forefinger. Kristen stroked me around my tip, as gently as she could, and I groaned in frustration.

“Are you ready, baby?” she whispered, her voice sending shivers down my spine.

“Yes!”

“Tell me.”

“I'm ready Kristen, don't tease me any more.”

She gave me a quick little squeeze, making my knees buckle. “Can you ask nicely?”

“Please, oh god please honey....”

I saw a twinkle of glee in her eye, and at last her long fingers wrapped around me. I sighed in contentment, resting my hands on her hips to steady myself as she started to pump my length in her hand. Kristen pressed my cock against my stomach with the flat of her palm, and brought her fingertips down to fondle my balls. My cry was ear-splittingly loud, and I couldn't have prevented it no matter how hard I had tried.

“What do you think? Now that you finally get to be with a girl who's taller than you? Is it everything you thought it would be?” My voice didn't seem to be working, and I could only nod in agreement. She kissed me and then, giving me one last stroke from top to bottom, released me. Kristen took a step away, placing her hands behind her back and grinning at me impishly.

“Aww, really? You're STILL playing this game?” I asked, trying not to pout. Looking at her, I was also disappointed to notice that she hadn't grown any bigger since out encounter had began. That last thought brought me up short – she was already six foot eight, taller than the vast majority of women on the planet, and far stronger than me. And still, some irrational part of me wanted more.

“Are you questioning me?” she replied, putting her hands on her hips and doing her best to look stern and intimidating. Unfortunately, I knew her too well. Kristen is one of the most gentle girls I've ever met. She's the type of person who will talk to you all night on the phone if you're going through a tough time, or come pick you up if you need a ride at four in the morning, no questions asked. That being said, I decided not to ruin her fun.

“Um...no. Of course not. But ah...it's a little...exasperating,” I mumbled, cowering a little and doing my best not to smile.

It was hard to tell whether she actually thought I was afraid or was just playing my part. In either case, her expression softened, and she looked down at me kindly. “Don't worry honey, you don't have to be scared of me. In fact, if you play your cards right, I might make you feel very, very good. But right now, I need you to do something for me. Go into the bedroom, lie down on the bed, and wait for me. Face down. On top of the covers. Oh, and Justin....” She looked me dead in the eye, and I felt a little surge of dread. “Don't even think about putting on any clothes.”

 

Chapter 8

 

I did as she said, exiting the steamy bathroom for the cold darkness of the hallway. Making my way into the bedroom, I positioned myself as my girlfriend had requested, face down on the bed, and waited. After awhile I heard her walk down the stairs, and a long moment later the sounds of her shuffling around on the ground floor. Whatever she was planning, it felt like it was taking forever.

As I waited, a strange fantasy came unbidden to my mind. It seemed that I was a soldier, a Centurion in the armies of Ancient Rome. I had been defeated on the field of battle in some far off jungle theater, and now I was a captured prisoner of war. Our enemy had been a tribe of beautiful Amazon women, fearsome warriors who had easily vanquished my comrades. For some reason I had been spared and the women had carried me back to their village, leaving me chained in the royal bedchambers. Soon their Queen would enter, either to have her way with me, or execute me.

“Well well,” Kristen said, startling me. I opened my eyes to find her standing in the doorway, looking down at me with her patented condescending smirk. “It looks like you've been waiting patiently for me. How nice. Whatever can I do to show my appreciation....” She was holding something in her right hand, cupping it in her palm in such a way that I couldn't see what it was. I thought I might have a guess however, and the thought made my heart beat a little faster. She bent down, and placed the object next to the bedside table just out of my line of sight.

She stood before me at the edge of the bed, her six foot eight frame looming over me. I watched as she looked me up and down, as though she were planning her attack. After a short deliberation Kristen lifted herself on to the bed beside me, and with a slow, sensuous motion placed her legs on either side of my ass. Her fingernails began to scratch lightly up my back, starting just above my hips and slowly making their way along my spine and up to my shoulders. She squeezed my tender flesh with her powerful fingers, and proceeded to give me one of the best back massages I've ever had the privilege to experience.

Kristen's expert hands found every spot on my body that was harboring some small bit of tension, and with patient, firm fingers she expunged each and every one. I could feel my arm break out in goosebumps as she worked me over – down my arms, my hands and the tips of my fingers, my cheeks, my neck – any place she could reach was fair game for her touch.

In the midst of this delightful attention Kristen began to gently press her crotch against my leg. A sublime, almost celestial warmth was emanating from her nether regions as she rubbed herself along my thigh, and small, kittenish mews were periodically escaping her lips. I lifted myself up to grind against her, and was rewarded by the sensation of a hot, slippery wetness spreading down my leg where she had been.

Suddenly she rolled off me, and came to rest kneeling on the bed beside me. “Over,” she commanded. I obediently rolled on to my back, and before I had time to take stock of the situation she pounced. Her large hands came down to grab ahold of my inner thighs, and almost immediately darted up to wrap around my raging hard-on. She stroked me from base to tip, rubbing the sensitive spot behind my head while her other hand vigorously pumped my length. I moaned, my pulse pounding in my temples, and pushed myself up onto my elbows.

Kristen had spent so long teasing me that I had been teetering right on the edge. Now it felt as though a dam of passion was about to burst within me. She had formed an 'okay' symbol with the thumb and index finger of her left hand, and she was rhythmically thrusting me through the hole it created. Meanwhile her right hand was dancing all over the most sensitive parts of my shaft. Just as I slipped past the point of no return I felt her squeeze me tight, and she stared adoringly into my eyes. I roared her name as I came, the first drop shooting several feet into the air before Kristen brought her mouth down to catch the rest. She swallowed, all the while looking up at me with a serene smile on her face.

My body gave out, and I collapsed back onto the bed. It felt as though my eyelids weighed fifty pounds each. I thought about trying to rise, or tell her I loved her. Sadly, the effort it would have required was strictly prohibitive.

I have no way of knowing how long I lay there, dead to the world. But eventually I heard a rustling noise, and the sound of ceramic on ceramic. A moment later something cold and wet landed on my crotch. I gasped sharply through my teeth, and managed to crack my eyes open. Kristen was kneeling on the floor in front of me, her breasts almost completely filling my vision. It was nigh on impossible to pull my eyes away from the vast expanse of her cleavage, but a sudden movement caught my eye. I looked just in time to see her tucking away a now familiar-looking small brown jar.

 

Chapter 9

 

My brain was running a little slow, and so it took me awhile to figure out exactly what was happening. By the time I had managed to put two and two together, Kristen had taken hold of my partially deflated cock, and was stroking between her fingers. Usually I hate to be touched like this immediately after an orgasm – I'm far too sensitive. But for some reason that wasn't a problem this time; my manhood quickly sprang to life again under her gentle attention. Although her efforts might have been aided by the mysterious oily substance that she had poured on me. It felt as though my crotch was coated in slippery, warm syrup, and as she caressed me it was growing hotter and hotter. My nerves sang out with such clarity as I have never experienced before, and within seconds I found myself nearing another orgasm, bucking my hips in time to her motions.

In the midst of this ocean of pleasure I was becoming aware of an odd sensation. It was almost as though my girlfriend's hands were getting smaller, though that wasn't it exactly. For a moment I worried that the potion might be wearing off, and that Kristen was returning to her normal size. One glance at her dispelled this fear – she was as big and as beautiful as ever, a living wet dream. I looked down at her in confusion, trying to figure out what was happening. What I saw made my jaw drop open in surprise. Kristen's hands weren't smaller – my cock was getting bigger! It had already stretched out to a respectable eight inches, and looked as though it were still growing.

She caught my eye, and gave me a naughty grin. “If I'm going to be such a big girl, I thought you might need a little bit of an upgrade to be able to satisfy me,” she explained. “But I think I might have overdone it.” She started to stroke me faster, and I could feel a powerful heat radiating through my loins. “I mean, just LOOK at you baby. What am I going to DO with all of that?”

Good question. The better she was making me feel, the more my cock was reacting with the potion. I had to be at least ten inches now, and even in her enlarged state there was no way Kristen could handle all of that. Truth be told, there had been times in our relationship when even my decidedly average length had been too much for her.

Obviously, Kristen was a few steps ahead of me on this problem. “Well, if you're going to get THIS much bigger...what's a poor girl like me to do?” She pretended to ponder this for a moment, then snapped her fingers. “I've got it. What's good for the gander....” She brought her face down, resting her chin on my inner thigh. My member still dripped with excess potion, and as I stared on in wonder, she began to lick. “...is good for the goose.”

She sucked my length into her mouth the best she could, only managing to take in the first couple of inches. I felt her tongue begin to swirl around the head dick, and the noise that came from me was not so much a moan as a shout of pleasure. Without removing me from her mouth, she climbed on to the bed beside me and positioned the lower half of her body next to my head. I could see little droplets of her juices glittering like dew on the edges of her lips, and I automatically reached out to touch her. My finger delicately traced the contours of her slit, and she thrust herself against me hungrily.

The walls of the room reverberated with the sounds of lovemaking. Our voices melded together, becoming one great cry of ecstasy. Kristen was growing again, her feet gradually approaching the edge of the bed as her body expanded. Watching this happen threw my libido into overdrive, and giving up all pretenses of teasing her, I thrust two fingers deep inside her soaking pussy. She moaned, her voice somewhat muffled by my overlarge cock, and redoubled her efforts.

Kristen's body was surging ever larger, and she had to bend at the waist to keep her womanhood within my reach. I watched her breasts as they plumped outward, heaving and jiggling as she gasped for air. Eventually she rolled off the bed, and stood before me. I sat up, my mind a convoluted jumble of stimuli as I waited to see what she was going to do next. I wasn't in the best state of mind for doing geometry, but I guessed that she was easily more than seven feet tall now, perhaps as much as seven foot three.

“You know, when you first told me about this fantasy of yours, I didn't quite understand what you saw in this whole idea of having a girl be taller than you,” she said, dropping to her knees in front of me. Even in this position her head was a bit higher than mine. “But now...I really think I could get used to this. I'm so much bigger than you, so much stronger. I can do whatever I want,” Kristen purred, running her fingernails down my stomach, to my inner thigh. “And you can't stop me. Not that you'd want to anyway.” She took me in her mouth again, licking my manhood like a lolly pop. It took me a moment to realize that she was trying to make me extra wet, lubricating me in a thick layer of her saliva. I thought I knew what was coming...I hoped, I prayed I knew....

I did. She arched her back, hefting her massive bosom forward, and pressed her soft, succulent mounds directly into my crotch. Kristen began to gyrate her hips, moving her body up and down so that my cock slid against the sides of her wondrous breasts. “Bet you never thought I'd be able to do this with my little B-cups, huh baby?” she asked, her eyes smoldering with lust. She brought her hands up to press her boobs together, squeezing me tightly between them. It was indescribable bliss. I've never been with a girl who was well endowed enough do this to me. Being a bit of a breast man, I've always wondered what it might be like. Kristen's performance was beyond my wildest expectations. The look of triumph of her face told me she was enjoying it too.

There were other ways I could tell how much fun she was having. Kristen's head was at least two inches higher than it had been when she'd started, and her bust, already as big as any I had ever seen, continued to swell around me. She could clearly feel this happening, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she let the sensation of growth overtake her. For the time being, neither of us cared how freakishly tall Kristen was becoming, or about all the problems it was sure to present. Ours was a two person universe, with no room for thought of anything or anyone else.

She inhaled the tip of my penis into her mouth, all the while rubbing her luscious breasts along my shaft. Even as big as my cock had become, I was absolutely lost in the acreage of her cleavage. She abruptly pressed herself hard into the base of my manhood and nibbled at the skin just under my head, and that was all I could take. I came, for the second time in ten minutes. Kristen swallowed every drop, her body spurting larger with each mouthful.

I felt myself go limp. I fell backward but she reached out to catch me, grabbing hold of my shoulders. With her hand propping me up, she climbed to her feet. I looked up at her wearily. The word “big” didn't do her justice. She had to be more than eight feet tall, and there wasn't a single millimeter of her that was anything less than perfect. Her breasts were huge, supple orbs of desire incarnate, and the curve of her hips could've made an hourglass jealous.

Every part of my body was tingling, my head felt as though it were full with thick, sticky molasses. For the moment I was content to sit here with my girlfriend and bask in the afterglow. Kristen, it seemed, had other things on her mind.

“I hope you don't think you're done, little man,” she snarled. “Because you still have a whole lot of woman to satisfy.” She started down at me, arms crossed, brows furrowed. The impression was one of a prison guard, or a playground bully. And...there was something about her eyes. I could see a dark glint of steel within them, something I have never seen there before and hope never to see again. My stomach clenched, my palms began to sweat – I felt awfully small all of a sudden.

Still glaring at me, Kristen put one finger on the center of my chest, and with a little flick of her wrist she pushed. Either she didn't know her own strength, or she was really trying to show me who was boss. In either case, I felt myself fly backward, landing spread eagle on the bed. Grinning evilly she climbed onto the mattress, the springs groaning in protest, and positioned her colossal body above me. I looked up – and up – at her, the first real tendrils of fear starting to creep into my heart. Her smile widened, the cold look still in her eyes, and with a quick motion she thrust her crotch into my face. A strange cry of animal terror came from my throat, and I threw my hands up in horror.

 

Chapter 10

 

Kristen reacted to my cry instantly. Her body snapped away from me, almost as though she'd been stung. Her expression softened, first becoming one of confused incomprehension, then sad-eyed regret, and finally embarrassment. “I just...I thought....” She trailed off, slowly crawling to the edge of the bed. There she sat, facing away from me, staring off into space.

I wanted to say something, anything to comfort her. Try as I might, I couldn't think of anything. After a long silence I awkwardly made my way over to where my titanic girlfriend sat and rested my hand on her shoulder. She flinched at my touch, turning away from me, but I followed.

“Kristen, it's....”

“Leave me alone.”

“Don't say that....”

“I never meant for that to happen, I was only....”

“IT'S OKAY!” I shouted at her, my hands clenching into fists. She looked at me, mouth opened in shock, and for a moment we simply stared at each other. Then she shook her head sadly.

“The reason...the only reason I wanted to do this, was because you had the balls to tell me about your fantasy. I know you were ashamed, and it was hard. But you trusted me. I wanted to do this to make you happy, to show you how much I appreciated that.

“But now...just look at me. I'm a giant!” She let out a long, anguished sigh. “And you're afraid of me! Being so big wouldn't bother me if you liked me this way, but...”

“Kristen, I like – I love YOU. I loved you when you were five three, and I love you now. I'd want you at any height. But for the record, I like this...you being so tall, I mean. It turns me on more than you could possibly imagine. You're so attractive I can barely stand it.”

Her face brightened slightly. “Then why did you just shriek in terror when I came at you? You looked like you wanted to die.”

“First of all, I DID NOT shriek.”

“Yes you did! It was the girliest....”

“SECOND OF ALL,” I continued, smiling wryly. “I just...I don't know, I wanted to snuggle.” She stifled a giggle, and I ignored it. “You kicked that dominatrix act of yours into the next gear, and as much as I've been loving it tonight...I wasn't ready. Besides, you'd just grown like, a foot in sixty seconds. It was all happening a little too fast.”

“Okay...I'll take it easy next time. Thanks for talking me down baby.”

“Any time. Big girls shouldn't cry, after all.” She laughed at my terrible joke, and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tight. A huge wall of boob-flesh collided with my face, staggering me back, but I was loving every second of it. Kristen sat down on the bed and held me tenderly, stroking my hair and cooing softly. On one hand, being held like this by my eight foot girlfriend made me feel tiny and insignificant. But far more powerful was the sense of being safe and secure in her arms.

For a long time we sat like this, neither of us saying anything. Eventually Kristen broke the silence. “So when you originally told me about your fantasy, you talked about liking girls who were A LITTLE taller than you,” she said, her chest vibrating pleasantly as she spoke. “I know you just said that it doesn't matter to you but...what do you think about me being this big?”

I considered my words carefully. “Well,” I began, speaking slowly. “It's true that when I said I was in to larger girls, I meant more in the six two to six four range. You're way bigger than that, obviously. It's weird, but I think for some reason...I really, really like it. I don't understand why to be honest, but it just makes me so excited to watch you grow. Rationally, once you got above, say, six foot six, you were already too much for me to deal with. But yeah, I like it. Maybe it's a control thing, or maybe it's just because there's more of you to love. Why do you ask?”

“Just wanted to know how you felt. And I'm glad to hear you say that, because I've been feeling the same way. I told you in the shower that I was getting in to it. Granted, I was only a bit over six feet tall back then. God that seems like an eternity ago, doesn't it?

“It's...sort of the same thing that you were saying. I probably shouldn't be enjoying it so much, but there's just something about the idea of outgrowing everybody and everything, getting sexier, more powerful. I guess it makes me feel special. Like I'm somebody important.”

“Kristen, listen to me. You are special. You always have been.” I leaned back so I could look into the blue-green pools of her eyes. “You're smart, and caring. You know how to make people do their job. I'll admit you can be a little quirky sometimes....” She narrowed her eyes, as if daring me to say more. “But really that just adds to your charm.” She kissed my forehead and nuzzled the top of my head with her cheek. Once more we sat in silence, but this time an idea had started to form in the back of my head, rising up from the depths of my unconscious.

“Excuse me hun, need to use the bathroom,” I said finally. Kristen released me, and I took the short walk to the restroom. As I answered a call of nature, I considered my plan. It was risky. In fact, if it backfired the results could be absolutely disastrous. Once again, the forces of rationality lined up against the onslaught of my primal urges. It was no contest.

Employing all my stealth skill, I crept back into the bedroom. Kristen was lying on her back staring at the ceiling and, belly-crawling across the carpet, I managed to make it to the bedside table unseen. I picked up the brown ceramic jar, and silently made my way back into the bathroom.

Having successfully avoided detection, I opened the medicine cabinet and removed a small plastic bottle that was a third full of a thick bluish oil. I unscrewed the top, smelling the distinctive, pungent odor of the substance inside, and mixed in all the remaining growth potion. The contents of the bottle turned an ominous green color – bad sign. Still, there was no way I was backing out of this. “Honey,” I called, walking back to the bedroom. “I've got a big surprise for you.”

 

Conclusion

Chapter 11

 

“Honey,” I called, walking back to the bedroom. “I've got a big surprise for you.”

“What's that?” she said, starting to sit up.

“I just said, it's a surprise. Lie down, close your eyes, and don't open them until I tell you.”

“Ooooh, exciting,” she said, complying with my request. Lifting the bottle of green liquid, I marveled at the way it refracted light passing through it, almost like a prism. Time to find out just what this stuff could do.

Several months earlier I had made an impromptu trip to the grocery store one night after work, and remembered that I was all out of condoms. As I was trying to decide whether to get the ones that were ribbed for her pleasure or extra thin or mine, I spied a new product on the shelf in a small, unassuming box. For some reason it caught my eye, and I picked it up to get a better look.

The name of the product, as displayed in elegant gold script on the packaging, was Zestra. The label made the dubious claim to increase female sensitivity threefold, using “a unique blend of ancient herbal and modern scientific compounds.” Checking the price tag, I saw it was outrageously expensive – twenty dollars for a tiny bottle!

I held the box in my hand for a quite awhile, just looking at it. In these situations I tend to do a sort of cost-benefit analysis. I weighed the value I would place in such a product, divided by the price, multiplied by the fractional chance that it would actually do what it promised. In the end I was swayed more by the fact that I'd just had a great day on the road, making more than double my usual tip money, than by any real belief. Hope springs eternal, I suppose.

Much to my surprise, Zestra worked exactly as advertised, and boy did it ever make for an interesting evening. The only problem was that the high price made using it regularly infeasible – as it turned out, twenty dollars only bought enough for about three uses. So I had kept it, like a silver bullet, for nights that I really wanted to make special.

There had only been one dose of Zestra left in the bottle, and I had just filled it back to the brim with her growth potion. For a moment I reconsidered my plan. That had been one hell of a lot of potion. Besides that, there was no way to know how these two substances – one scientific, one magical – would interact. It was entirely possible that I was about to make a horrible mistake. Yet once again, as loudly as my logical brain made these arguments, my decision had already been made.

I stepped forward to stand before my enormous girlfriend and, setting my jaw in determination, turned the bottle upside down above her. It began to drip out onto Kristen's pelvis, and slowly trickled down to coat the puffy pink lips of her vagina. She gasped, squirming around in a way that was impossibly cute for a girl of her prodigious size, but dutifully kept her eyes shut.

I bent down to massage the oily substance into her womanhood, knowing that I had only to bide my time now. My skin was being enveloped by an electric tingling sensation where the mixture had touched me, almost as though it was charged with a vast amount of potential energy. A strange sort of calm enveloped me. The only things I was aware of were the feel of my fingertips caressing her slit, the sound of her breathing, and the rise and fall of her gigantic chest.

At first I was mostly concerned with making sure that Kristen absorbed every single drop of the lotion. Soon I could see the tell-tale signs of Zestra doing its thing. Her clit was swelling larger – that is, even larger than an eight foot girl would already have. Her lips were turning a deeper red. She was fidgeting back and forth uncomfortably. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps. Time to take it up a level.

I pressed the flat of my palm against her pussy, the opening now as big across as my hand, and ground against her. “Oh, oh god Justin. It's...it's amazing.” She was practically writhing on the bed before me, her head lolling about as she lost herself in ecstasy. I gradually slid two fingers inside her, pushing in as deep as I could reach before just as slowly pulling out again. I continued this pattern, adding a jerk of my wrist here or a press into her g-spot there, whatever I felt was appropriate. And all the while I was building up speed, moving faster, and faster.

I was so engrossed in my work that it was long time before I realized just how much she had grown. It was the sound of her moans that broke me from my trace, specifically the way they were reverberating off the walls with ear-splitting volume. The bed was creaking loudly, and her legs, hanging over the edge, were creeping across the floor as they lengthened. Kristen's breasts had grown so much that, laying prone as she was, I could no longer see her face over them. I guessed that she was nine feet tall now, and still just getting warmed up. It was too early to know the full consequences of my actions. All I could tell was that she was going to be big. The biggest girl ever to exist, by a wide margin. And she was all mine.

“Kristen,” I whispered in my most seductive voice. She lifted herself up to stare at me, her eyes wild and untamed like a lioness on the African savannah. “I just wanted to make sure you knew that you were growing. I mixed your growth potion in with the last of the Zestra.” Her eyes widened in surprise. “You're growing Kristen,” I repeated, as she continued to give out little grunts and moans of pleasure. “You're growing so big, growing so fast. And I love every single inch of you.”

She smiled at me, and it was without a doubt the happiest smile I've ever seen. “Baby...ooh...I...I love you too.”

“I'm glad. Now let's see just how much bigger we can make you.” I began to thrust deep inside her again, stroking her pussy with renewed vigor. Three fingers, then four. She was surging up so fast now that I kept having to get out of the way of her expanding body. Kristen was making our Queen-sized bed look tiny, its entire surface only just big enough to hold her torso. She was absolutely soaking wet, her juices squirting out freely and covering my hands, arms and stomach. I had never seen her like this before. It might have been the effects of the Zestra, or the growth serum. But if you ask me, I think that in this case, power was the ultimate aphrodisiac.

Kristen was at least ten feet tall. She thrashed around on the bed, screaming at the top of her lungs as an unimaginable amount of pleasure wracked her body. I started to worry for my safety – it would be so easy for her to lift one of her legs and accidently kick me on the side of the head. The only thing I could do was stay right where I was and hope for the best. Besides, I was utterly enthralled with the sight of her growth, and I had a front row view.

My hands were a blur as I touched her, my entire fist entering her over and over again while my other hand fondled her gigantic clitoris. The tenor of her moans changed, her body jerked and spasmed, and with an earth-shattering howl she came. The bed finally gave out beneath her as she swelled larger, the legs breaking off as it crashed to the floor. A thick stream of her come spayed out, soaking my entire body in her slippery, pungent liqueur.

Kristen lifted her head, her face flushed and covered with sweat. “Alright, enough playing around,” she growled menacingly. “You. Inside me. Right now.” She extended her long, muscular arms and with no apparent effort lifted me off the floor. Kristen was twelve feet tall now, twice my size, and several times stronger. And yet as she picked me up she was as gentle as a lamb.

She drew me toward her, positioning my body between her legs, then with a tiny flick of her wrists pushed my cock inside her. We moaned in unison as our bodies met in this most ancient and magical act of human kind. Kristen's pussy was beyond belief, so warm and velvety soft, and it took all my self control not to come in the first five seconds.

I was glad to have my enhanced manhood to work with here, but even so, she had grown so much.... Taking our relative sizes into account, my ten inch cock would have seemed much smaller to her now than my six inch had when she was normal size. The moment this thought crossed my mind I felt her powerful vaginal muscles flex, tightly squeezing my cock. My girlfriend had a solution for every problem.

Kristen had maneuvered herself to place her back against one wall of the room, and when I turned I could see that her legs were getting close to reaching all the way to the opposite wall. My head, which had previously come to rest on the soft mounds of her breasts, had now slipped as low as her sternum. She must have been growing at an unbelievable speed. At the same time, I could feel a powerful tingling in my manhood. Despite her tremendous size, Kristen's pussy was beginning to feel a little snug. Two could play at the growing game, it seemed.

She seemed to almost glow with a kind of mystical aura of sensuality. Her body dripped with sweat, her juices were leaking out all over me. The smell of her body was everywhere, and I couldn't get enough of it. Both of us were crying out in exaltation. “Oh god Kristen, you're so beautiful...I'm...nggh...gonna come!”

“Me too...come with me baby!” I looked deep into the twin oceans that were her eyes, feeling this capsule of reality floating away in the jumbled chaos of the universe.

I have a personal belief about time, though the science may not exist to support it. Every moment of our lives that passes doesn't just disappear into the ether, never to return. Somewhere it still exists, like a frame in the slide show of reality. It gives me comfort to think that, in some dimension, this particular moment is still going on, and will continue to do so forever. If there is such a thing as a heaven, perhaps it simply means that when I die I will get to return to that frame, and spend a happy eternity reliving it.

We lay together, gasping for the sweat breath of life. Kristen lifted me from her chest with one titanic hand and placed me on her stomach. Comfortable and warm, I rested my head on the pillows of her wondrous breasts. From this position I found that even if I stretched out as far as I could with my feet, I couldn't quite reach her bellybutton.

She was still pressing her back against the wall, and in order to fit in the room she'd had to slide down and fold up her knees into what looked like an extremely awkward position. With a quick mental calculation, I realized that she was perhaps twenty, if not twenty five feet tall. She was looking down at me with an exhausted, bemused expression, seeming more interested in how I was reacting than anything else. “Well,” she sighed at last. “You DID say you love tall chicks.”

“Correction,” I said, rolling over and hugging her the best I could. “I love A tall chick.” She petted me tenderly. I paused, trying to decide how best to bring up an issue I'd been worrying about. “There is a way for us to get back to normal, isn't there?”

Her silence was deafening. My heart pounded in my chest as I waited for her to respond. At long lost, I felt more than heard her chuckle beneath me. “De la cura, viene el dinero,” she murmured.

“What?”

“Remember I told you how the shaman gave me a great deal on this potion?”

I felt a lump building in my throat. “Yeah?”

“Before I went to see Alonso, my co-worker had a warning about him. Or more specifically, about the way shamans do business. He said, 'De la cura, viene el dinero.' Roughly translated, it means, 'All the profit is in the antidotes.'”

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