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Grow Baby Grow by Unknown

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Grow Baby Grow

by Unknown

 

 

The Byrons research center sprawled over 10 acres of the Sierra

foothills. Lab B was set up during the last days of the Cold War to

develop biological warfare weapons. Since then, its focus has been

on the application of genetic technologies for the interception of

airborne viruses.

 

Well over 7:00 PM on a Friday evening, Dr. John Foster put a manila

folder in his briefcase as he prepared to leave the lab. He had

promised his wife that he would be home early, but a chain of pivotal

findings kept him at the lab till the early evening. Earlier that day,

a collaborative experiment with the team from Lab C, yielded some

fascinating results on genetic "keying". In other words, airborne

transmission agents were being developed which could lock on any

individual anywhere based on their genetic code. Then a set of

predetermined biological instructions could be introduced into the host

to modify its genetic makeup. The military applications were

staggering. The airborne agent could be keyed to groups or any

individual with amazing precision. Then, the enemy could be pacified by

modifying their behavior or physiology.

 

John, looked at his watch and realized just how late it was. He had

promised his wife, Susan, that he would be home early with a Pizza.

Hurriedly, he locked away some petri dishes containing experimental

microscopic cultures.

 

He passed through the mandatory decontamination process as he checked

out of the lab. He passed the security checkpoint and moved out to the

parking lot. He started his car and started his one hour drive to his

house in the Berkeley, California hills.

 

After passing the second security checkpoint, he called his wife,

Susan on his cellular phone. "Hi, hon, how are you?"

 

"O.K." she replied coldly. "You know, this is the fourth day in a row

that you leave the office after seven." "I know, sweetheart. But we've

been making some incredible process here this past week, and the team

depends on me." "I know sweetheart, but its just that you never seem to

be home lately." " I'll be home in about an hour. Hey, I tell you

what, I'll bring home an ice cream cake! How's that." "You always say

the right things."

 

Tomorrow, they were going to New York. He was going to give a

presentation on his work at Columbia University. Being that they have

not been able to schedule any time off in the last year, they were

planning to use this trip as a "mini-vacation". After his presentation,

they were planning on visiting some museums and seeing a couple shows.

 

John inserted a CD of the Bach Brandenburg Concerto #3 into the car

player when he noticed that his cuff had a small yellow stain. He

smelled it, and realized that it was one of the test compounds that were

developed earlier in the day. At first he panicked, the danger of

introducing an experimental airborne genetic altering agent into the

atmosphere was cause for deep concern. However, having gone through the

decontamination unit, he felt somewhat at ease. Anyway, he was already

out.

 

When John arrived at home, Susan was sitting in front of the television

wearing a bath robe. She scooped spoons of chocolate chip mint ice

cream directly from the tub. John leaned over and kissed her on her

head. She barely took notice. This was her act to demonstrate

disapproval of his lateness.

 

Susan was a talented interior designer, 28 years old, cute with light

brown hair. When they were married five years ago, Susan had a nice

tight petite figure. Over the last few years, with John being in the lab

so late, she had gradually put on about 30 lbs. to her 5'-4" frame, by

watching television with a tub of ice cream in hand. She was still

cute, but in a more womanly way as her hips took on a more matronly

silhouette.

 

John had also gotten soft over the last couple years as late evenings

dragged on. The beginnings of a "spare tire" was evident around his mid

section. His intense research provided little time for exercise.

 

"What you watching sweetheart." "Nothing" "Come on Love, let's go to

bed"

 

 

As we was brushing his teeth, Susan approached him from behind and put

her arms around him. "It's just that I miss y ou so much" John turned

around. Susan stretched to kiss John. He picked her up and carried her

to bed. They made love and fell to sleep in each other's arms.

 

The next morning, John woke up to find that Susan was already out of

bed. He could hear her in the kitchen. He got up and walked over to the

kitchen to find Susan cooking a huge omelet. Which was strange, since

they rarely ate breakfast. She heard him, "Morning sweetheart, coffee's

ready, have some. God, I don't know what it is, but I woke up so

hungry." John, looked over and saw 6 egg broken egg shells. Susan, sat

down and ate very quickly. "We have to be at the airport by about

10:00AM. Do you have gas in the car?" "Yea."

 

They both got dressed. Susan put on a mid-calf length sun dress and had

some difficulty adjusting the straps of her suede sandals. John carried

the luggage to the car and called out, "Come on Sweetheart, or we'll be

late!" They both entered the car and started their drive to the

airport.

 

They parked the car and proceeded to the gate. Being a little late,

they boarded their first class seats immediately. After reading the

"in-flight" magazines, the plane started its path down the runway.

Susan leaned over and whispered, "I love you, sweetheart", and grabbed

John's hand. Within minutes the plane ascended into flight, and the

stewardess brought the couple drinks and some mixed nuts. Shortly

thereafter, Susan fell fast asleep.

 

She woke up almost two hours later. "God I'm hungry. I can't believe

they haven't served food yet." She fidgeted with her sandals. "Gee, I

don't know what's wrong with these shoes!" She took off her right

sandal and examined her foot. The straps of the sandal had left the

skin rather irritated. She took off the other sandal and rose out of

her seat to make way to the restroom. John got out of his seat to give

Susan room to leave her seat. Suddenly, John was struck by Susan's

relative height to his. Having been married for over five years, he was

accustomed to being able to see over his wife's head, if she was bare

foot. Here he was hearing shoes, she wasn't, and his eye level was at

her forehead. Susan gave a curious look, almost acknowledging this

oddity. John rationalized that in the small confines of a jet cabin,

everything looks a bit larger.

 

John watched Susan walk to the restroom. Somehow, she looked different.

Her body seemed somewhat longer and leaner, like a model. He could

swear her dowdy skirt seemed a bit shorter, tighter around the

shoulders, yet loser around the hips.

 

When Susan returned from the restroom, John noticed she had removed her

wedding ring. A deep red indentation marked the spot. She sat down and

said, "I had to take off my ring honey. It seems that my fingers have

swollen. I don't know if it's the flight, or something I ate, but I

must be retaining water.

 

About two hours later, the captain announced the descent down to New

York.

 

The plane moved down past a layer of clouds as the landing gear was

extended. A few minutes later the plane completed its taxi down the

runway to the arrival gate. Susan struggled to put her sandals back on.

The shoes looked suprisingly small compared to her feet.

 

Finally, she forced them on by curling in her toes. The end of her

heel extended beyond the sandal by a good half of an inch. She looked

over at John with a quizzical look.

 

They finally moved out of the plane and walked through the jet way. As

they walked out into the gate, Susan said, "We need to get our luggage

as soon as possible sweetheart, these shoes are killing me!" As they

walked down the terminal, it slowly dawned on John that something was

terribly wrong. Susan was not retaining water, she had definitely grown

about three inches taller. But, how? Could he have contaminated her

with some experimental genetic carrier from the lab somehow? Will she

be alright? Is this the extent of the growth? These questions started

to loom in his mind. But, more influential than these worries, was his

overriding arousal at his wife's new body. He had always wished his

wife was a bit taller, sexier, and now she was.

 

When they arrived at the baggage claim, Susan instantly spotted her bag.

She ran to it and lifted it off the carousal. Almost in desperation,

she opened it and removed a pair of brown leather walking shoes. She

sat down and took off her sandals. To her surpass, she had even more

difficulty with her walking shoes. She looked up at John, "I don't get

it. "John replied, "Your feet are probably swollen from the long

flight. As she stood up, she commented, "You know Sweetheart, if I

didn't know any better, I'd say; that somehow, I've actually gotten

bigger." John nervously looked around. She approached John, "I mean, I

swear, John, you look somewhat shorter to me." John laughed to conceal

his own suspicion, "Oh really now! " "Well" she remarked, "I can't walk

in these shoes for much longer. I think there's a shoe store in the

main terminal.

 

They entered the shop, which actually had some very nice shoes at

reasonable prices. Susan's eye caught a nice pair of pumps perfect for

tomorrow's show. The clerk approached her and offered assistance. "May

I see these two shoes in a size six and a half?" Susan normally wore a

six, however, for whatever reason, she thought a larger size would be

more comfortable. "Certainly" replied the clerk. He brought out the

shoes. When the clerk brought the shoes up to Susan's feet, he looked

up and remarked, "I don't think these shoes will fit you." Susan took

the shoe in hand, and sure enough, they appeared much too small. "Here

try these" the clerk handed a pair of six eights. They fit smugly.

"Excuse me" She walked over to her husband, "Honey, something's is

wrong.

My feet have grown by two sizes since yesterday! I feel like my bra is

going to crush me. And you're starting to look like a shrimp to me!

What's going on?!" "I don't know, honey. And, yes, I think you have

grown a couple of inches." Then, Susan caught her reflection in the

mirror. She instantly recognized a vast improvement in her figure.

 

As if she had been stretched into more elegant proportions. Her dress

had tightened up considerably, revealing a remarkably tight well

sculpted body, unlike she had ever had.

 

She looked at her husband, who now looked considerably pudgy and squat

by comparison. Then, her expression of surprise turned into one of

amusement. She put on the black mid-heel pumps, and walked back to her

husband. John was startled as his wife could look at him straight in

the eye. He wanted disparately to make love to her. She grabbed his

head, and whispered in his ear, "You know. This could be a lot of

fun....shorty." And she laughed. John ran over and paid for the shoes.

"Let's go sweetheart!"

 

They took a cab to the hotel, checked in, and raced to the room. John

tore the now tight dress off Susan. He marveled at her chiseled

abdomen. Her legs took on an added definition, much stronger,sculpted,

and shapely. Susan looked in the mirror with pleasurable astonishment.

She ran her hands over her strong thighs, up her washboard stomach.

Susan pulled a tape measure from her bag, "John, I'm dying to find out

how tall I am. Come here, and mark the top of my head. With great

enthusiasm John complied. He pulled the tape up and read, "five foot

seven inches tall." Susan's eyes opened wide in astonishment, "I've

grown three inches!" She thought about how elegant she would look in a

sleek new wardrobe. "Honey, we need to go shopping tomorrow for new

clothes." John replied, "Sweetheart, are you feeling alight?" "I feel

better than I've felt in years."

 

They embraced, John just a couple of inches taller. They fell to the

bed and made love with a rare intensity that they have nearly forgotten.

John delighted in having a woman that extended almost as far as he did

in bed. He nestled his head in her hair, and his legs intertwined with

hers at full length. They fell asleep in each other's arms.

 

The next morning, John awoke to the sound of Susan showering. He went

into the bathroom, "Morning, love. How did you sleep?" Susan turned off

the water and stepped out of the shower. To John's utter amazement,

she had grown another couple of inches overnight! "Oh my God!" he

exclaimed. "Morning little guy" Susan playfully replied, as she looked

in her reflection in the mirror. "Look, we're both the same size now!

Come here, you shrimp!" John started to feel a little inadequate in the

presence of his wife, who for years he always thought of as sort of

mousy. She grabbed John and hugged him. She rose to her tippy toes and

looked over the top of his head. "I wonder, if I will continue to grow

till I'm taller than you. Maybe you should invest in a pair of elevator

shoes."

 

John was a bit perplexed at his wife's lack of concern about her

health. After all, her genetic structure was being altered. He couldn't

believe that the top thought in her mind was to go shopping for a new

wardrobe, and that she actually wanted to go to the show tonight! He

started to believe that somehow, the alteration was not limited to her

body. Somehow, her judgment seemed altered.

 

Susan, squeezed into one of her dresses. "Honey, I'm going to wear one

of your loafers till I get some shoes that fit." She put on John's

brown loafers. She smiled at John as they fit perfectly.

 

That afternoon, she bought a wardrobe of dresses very unlike her usual

taste. Everything was sexier, more fashionable. She was now proud of

her body and wanted to show it off. As the evening approached, she

showered and started to get ready for the Broadway show. John was

putting on his tie, when his wife opened the bathroom door fully dressed

in an incredibly sexy black party dress with black stockings in patent

leather pumps. She walked over to him, wrapped her arms around his

neck, and kissed him on the forehead. She towered over him by several

inches. John could feel his groin swell with anticipation. He felt

small in his wife's embrace. She grabbed on to one of his love handles,

"You, know, I think you should start to work out. You really have gotten

flabby." John timidly asked, "Honey, don't you think you might want to

wear flats tonight?" Susan turned to him and jabbed him in the chest

with her long index finger, "Just because you're a shrimp, doesn't mean,

I have to dress like a school girl! Perhaps, you should consider

getting a pair of elevator shoes!"

 

They went to the show. John was a bit self conscious of his wife's

towering physique. It almost seemed as if Susan was enjoying the

attention.

 

A couple of days later, they flew back to California.

 

Over the next few weeks, John's relationship with his wife started to

slowly change. She became more domineering and demanding as she grew

physically. On one occasion, when she was slightly over 6 feet tall

and 170 pounds, Susan physically pushed John away during a squabble

about housework. To her surprise, John lost his balance and fell. She

had no understanding of how strong she was becoming. Gradually, John

became more timid, as Susan's temper and her ability to push John around

became more readably apparent.

 

One afternoon, John caught Susan examining her amazonian body in the

full length mirror. He could see her flexing her thigh, and watched

with awe; at the rippling striations of muscle fiber. She suddenly

caught a glimpse of him in the mirror. "Come here you little man." She

slowly walked over to him. As she approached him, John felt smaller and

smaller. She now stood close to seven feet tall in her stocking feet,

and possessed the chiseled body of a sleek body builder at 200 pounds.

No longer able to wear normal women's fashions, she started wearing

John's silk robe, which now started to look like a short skirt on her.

 

She stooped and kissed John on the top of the head, and slowly embraced

him. With almost no effort she slowly stood erect while maintaining

John in a bear hug. John's feet left the ground. She carried him to

the mirror, "Look at my little baby...I mean, husband." She broke into

uncontrollable laughter. John had never felt so helpless, yet turned on

as he did now. He could see his reflection in the mirror, as she

carried him like a child. She carried him to their bed and sat him on

her lap. John looked down and noticed how puny his thigh was compared

to hers. She unbuckled his pants and slipped her long hand into his

crotch. With the other hand, she removed his pants. John took off his

shirt. She was able to caress both his nipples simultaneously with the

pinkie and outstretched thumb of one hand. John was on bottom and

looked up to see two of the most beautiful large breasts he had ever

seen. His wife's face was the same as always, except larger. Her

expression, one of mischief.

 

John could feel one large hand cup his buttocks, and the other embracing

his shoulder. Then to his ecstatic surprise, she slowly rose from the

bed and stood up while carrying him. His feet dangled above the ground

as she inserted his member into her and rocked him. As the rhythm took

hold, John sucked on one of her immense breasts.

 

He was completely enveloped in her amazonian body. "Suck, my little

one" she commanded. Milk flowed from her breasts as John drank and

drank. As she started to climax, she tightened her hold on John almost

crushing him. John was caught in a delirium of pain and pleasure unlike

anything he had ever experienced before! John almost passed out as a

rush of pleasure permeated every cell in his body. Her quickly fell

asleep in Susan's strong arms.

 

When he awoke a couple of hours later from his deep sleep, he found

himself cradled in Susan's arms. "Honey, that was incredible." Susan

replied with a smile, and slowly slipped out of bed. John could feel

the wood flooring thunder as her massive legs raised her goddess like

body. She ducked through the door way out of the bedroom. John arose

and reached for his new bathrobe and put on his slippers. To his

astonishment, he found them too large! He looked over to the dresser,

and was surprised to find that it also seemed taller. Susan stooped

back into the room, "What's wrong sweetheart?" John panicked as his

wife now seemed even larger than a couple of hours ago. At best he was

waist high to her. "Oh my, looks like you shrunk you little shrimp."

She walked over to her husband and pressed his head to her vagina.

"Hey, this is great" She thundered! "You know my little love, I've

noticed over the past few weeks that your semen somehow feeds me. I

haven't told you this, but I have been experiencing growth spurts just a

short time after we make love. The new twist is that my breast milk,

seems to contain something that shrinks you. This could be a lot of

fun." She then started to laugh. " Let's see now." She bends over

and grabs a yard stick. "Come here precious."

 

For the first time, John looks at his towering wife in utter terror as

he realizes she has gone completely mad. He starts to run for the door,

but Susan reaches over and grabs him effortlessly by the arm. "Come

here I said!" John fearfully complies. "Up against the wall, I want to

measure my husband! Aha! five foot, four inches. Hey that's how tall

I used to be!" John could not believe his ears, but then anything was

now possible. Susan sat on the floor next to where John was standing.

She pulled John closer and wrapped her legs around him. She bent over

and kissed him on the cheek. "Now, I have been wondering, just how

small I can make you." She removed her bathrobe exposing her immense

breasts. "Johnny, I want you to suck and drink every drop." John

squirmed and turned his head away. "Oh baby, please suck my tit, I'm so

hot for you." Susan mocked as she started squeezing her thighs together.

John could not breath. "Come on, sweetheart, I know you want to." John

could not stand the pain any longer, turned his head toward his wife and

raised his lips to her nipples. "Good boy" she smiled and relaxed her

grip. Milk started flowing from her breasts as John sucked and sucked.

Although he understood the consequences of what he was doing, he also

found himself experiencing the greatest pleasure attainable. The milk

was like a euphoric nectar. As his erection took hold, Susan pressed

him to her. However, she discovered that he was now to small to

penetrate her. She then carried her husband up over her head and sucked

on his penis like straw. Again, John screamed in ecstasy and collapsed.

 

He awoke a couple of hours later between his wife's huge thighs. The

combination of his shrinking and his wife's growing made him no taller

than the thickness of her thighs. He was surrounded in a wall of flesh.

Susan herself was in a slight stupor. She looked down and smiled at her

husband. "How was it for you, my love." Then she pushed her husband

with one hand into her groin. John struggled at first, but was

incapable of resisting. Susan shuddered with pleasure. She picked up

her husband with one hand and raised him up to her breasts. To John's

horror, her nipples were erect and ready to discharge their pleasurable

contents into him. With the increasingly disparity in their sizes, the

amount of milk relative to John's body increased as he got smaller. He

feared what the next dose would do. "Suck my prince, suck, suck!" She

commanded. He sucked and drank. "More, my love, please!" John's

little body could take in no more. Again, she raised him to suck her

nourishment from his penis.

 

This cycle went on through the night. John got progressively smaller,

while Susan grew. With each cycle of course, John shrunk at greater

rates due to the relative increase in milk to his body weight, while

Susan grew at lesser rates for the opposite reason. At about 4:00 in

the morning Susan collapsed and fell asleep.

 

By the next morning Susan had grown to over nine feet tall. She

couldn't even stand up in the house. Meanwhile, John had shrunk down

to less than a foot tall. John awoke first. He marveled over the

incredible site of his giant wife. He examined her foot, which now was

about as big as he. Her lovely gargantuan legs stretched out before

him. He knew that her appetite for his bodily fluids would kill him.

He ran out of the house, not knowing what next to do.

 

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