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Peter's Collider by Logan

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Peter’s Collider

By Logan73

 

Chapter 1

 

“Ha!” Peter exclaimed derisively. “Large-Hadron Collider my ass!”

Spread before him was a large hoop made from what appeared to be PVC pipe, held together at crucial points by metal braces, and all together measuring about four feet in diameter.

“Who needs miles of underground tunnel in Switzerland? Idiots, that’s who. No wonder they’ve never won a war.”

Peter’s self-congratulatory rant, although somewhat premature, was not wholly unjustified. With his Associate’s Degree in applied particle physics, about $150 worth of parts from Home Depot and an empty garage, he had built a (presumably) functional particle accelerator, a feat which had cost the Large-Hadron team millions of dollars and years of tedious effort. It was natural to be proud.

“Honey, who are you talking to?” The voice drifted easily through the thin floorboards of Peter’s modest split level home. That would be his wife, Sandy.

“Come down to the garage, Sandy!” he responded eagerly. “I want to show you something!”

He heard the thudding of her shoes on the rickety stairs and in a moment she emerged from the doorway. She was a real beauty, 5’6” with a waspish figure and shiny blond hair. A natural blonde, lacking the perpetually discolored roots that Peter found so distasteful in other women.

“What is it, dear?”

“It’s a particle accelerator, supercollider to be precise. Take a look.”

“Does it work? It looks like a model.”

“So do you, darling,” he said with a wink, causing her to blush. Sandy was the easily embarrassed type, a trait which Peter found utterly charming. “But, yes, it works. Or at least it should. I was about to test it.”

“Is like that one in Switzerland? Because I heard on the news that there’s a possibility that it could destroy the universe.”

Peter flinched at the reference to his overseas rivals. “Actually this is a lot smaller and more efficient than theirs is. They’ve got miles of tunnel“ - here he stretched out his arms by way of demonstration – “while my supercollider can do the same thing in just a few feet.”

“That’s very impressive, Peter, but will it destroy the universe?”

“Probably not.”

“Probably not?” She cocked a skeptical eyebrow.

“The risks are very small. This is for science!” He raised a finger dramatically in the air. “Anyway, stop raining on my parade. This is supposed to be a my big moment. If this works I’ll become a giant of the scientific community.”

“Oh all right, I’m sorry. Fire it up, then.”

Peter was somewhat taken aback. Sandy was typically very strong willed and not eager to give an inch on her opinions. “What, you were just worried about the end of the universe, but now all of a sudden you don’t care?”

She laughed. Her laugh was not high and tinkling, nor deep and throaty, but warm and filled with genuine happiness. That was another of her winning qualities. “Peter, I was only joking with you! I know you wouldn’t do anything you thought was seriously dangerous. Now come on, let’s see this thing do… whatever it’s supposed to do.”

“Alright, now what’s going to happen is, when I turn it on protons are going to shoot in that pipe and circle around faster and faster until they approach the speed of light. Then, sooner or later, two of them will smash right into each other.”

She nodded. “And then what happens?”

“That’s sort of the point of the experiment. We don’t exactly know.”

“Alright, I’m ready.”

Peter held his breath and flipped the switch, half expecting the whole contraption to collapse right then and there, but in reality very little happened. There was a high pitched whirring, though not terribly loud, and the lights dimmed somewhat as the machine required a great deal of power. Sandy watched anxiously for a minute or two, then turned to her husband.

“How long does is this going to take?”

Peter looked embarrassed. “Well, I don’t actually know. We have to wait for the protons to collide, but they’re so small that who knows how long it could be before – “

There was a sound like a giant flash bulb going off and a blinding light to match. Peter’s vision swam, insofar as a field of brilliant white could swim, for that was all he could see. He faintly heard his wife complaining that she was blind, but her voice seemed very far off.

Slowly, the light faded and the world came back into focus. He could see Sandy rubbing her eyes. When she removed her hands he could see that they were watering fiercely.

“Geez, Peter, next time want me to watch your experiments, will you at least get me some sunglasses? Wow, that was bright!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t expect that kind of reaction. I’ll need to run some tests before I know what happened, but at least something happened.”

“Yeah, well I’m happy for you, but right now I’m going upstairs to lie down. That light gave me a killer headache.”

“You’re not the only one,” Peter grimaced. “I’ll come with you, maybe put a cold washcloth over my eyes.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she agreed, sounding less annoyed already. Still woozy, they made their way back up the stairs, while the supercollider behind them continued to whir unnoticed.

 

Chapter 2

 

Peter came out of the bathroom with a wet rag pressed tightly to his forehead. “Ah, that feels better. Do want one of these, honey?” he asked, extending his left hand to offer her the other cloth he had prepared.

Sandy had been laying on the bed, fingers pressed to her temples, but upon seeing Peter rose quickly. ”Oh yes, that sounds wonderful, thank you!”

She reached for the cloth, but as she lifted her arm, something strange happened. Her arm seemed to stretch as she held it out. Her fingers closed around the rag an instant before Peter’s sense of distance told him they should. It was only a fraction of a second’s difference, but Peter, having an acute mind, couldn’t help but see it. Before he could ponder the incongruity and further, however, Sandy was standing right next to him and raising the damp cloth to her forehead. The action only took a second, but to Peter it seemed much longer, for her hand ascended the length of her body, the rest of her seemed to follow suit.

In one smooth motion, and right before Peter’s eyes, Sandy’s legs stretched longer, her torso elongated and her arms lengthened. He could even see her breasts press slightly against her blouse before the fabric seemed to grow to accommodate them. And by the time Sandy’s hand had reached her forehead, she was looking Peter straight in the eye.

Now Peter had always had a comfortable six inches on his wife, and having that gap abruptly and unexpectedly bridged left him quite speechless.

“Mmmm,” Sandy said, enjoying the cool moisture on her head. “That’s much better. Thank you so much, Pet-“ She opened her eyes and saw her husband’s startled face. “Peter? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Peter swallowed, tried to speak, failed, swallowed again and made a second attempt. “Sandy, what’s happened to you?!”

Sandy looked down at herself, puzzled. “What do you mean? I feel fine. What, am I glowing or something?”

“No, you- you’re… taller!”

She looked at him quizzically. “I don’t think so, honey. I seem about the same to me.”

“Are you crazy? You’re as tall as I am!”

“Yeah…” she still looked puzzled, but not as puzzled as a woman who has just grown six inches should. “Peter, I’ve been as tall as you since I was eighteen, remember? When you had that growth spurt.”

“When I had a growth spurt?”

“Surely you haven’t forgotten the way they used to tease us when we first started dating. You know, about me being so much taller? But don’t worry, big guy, you caught up, didn’t you?”

“But you’re 5’6”!” He tried one last protest.

“Unless they’re changed the measurement system I’ve been six foot since high school, babe.” She shrugged. “Did that machine give you a concussion or something?”

“I don’t know, I… I need to go check something.” Leaving his suddenly tall wife standing dumbfounded, he raced across the hall to his office. There he had a computer hooked up to the supercollider, and quickly printed out the results from its first trial.

While he was waiting for the printer to finish, he pulled up some various legal documents that he kept on file. Driver’s license, passport, anything that he or Sandy might require a copy of was all there, and everything showed Sandy to be a solid six feet in height (except for one form that said 5’11” and another that said 6’1”, but those could be written off as measuring errors.)

The printer beeped and Peter hurriedly grabbed the paper, while in the bedroom, Sandy stretched her long legs out on the bed while she clutched the washcloth against her still watering eyes.

 

Chapter 3

 

Peter’s eyes dashed across the paper, then he started again, this time more slowly. Something unexpected had happened, all right, but without a lot more study, Peter had no idea what – or more importantly – why. He pulled a calculator down from a shelf and was preparing to do some serious calculations when the doorbell rang.

 

“I’ll get it, honey!” he heard Sandy call from the bedroom. She must be feeling better.

 

Suddenly he realized that sight of a six foot Sandy might be alarming to some of their more prudish neighbors. This thought took him halfway down the hall before he smacked abruptly into his oldest friend, Sam Flanagan.

 

“Whoa, buddy! What’s the rush? Excited to see me?”

 

“Sam! Uh… hi. Did, er, did Sandy let you in?”

 

“Yeah. Thought I’d see if you wanted to join me down at Duncan’s for a drink.”

 

“I think you must have already had a few, pal.”

 

“Now what’s that supposed to me?” Sam was slightly touchy about any allegations that he might have a drinking problem. Naturally, Peter brought it up at every opportunity.

 

“Well you haven’t seemed to notice the rather striking change that’s come over sandy.”

 

Sam squinted and pursed his lips, thinking. “Haircut?”

 

“Haircu- Sam! She’s six feet tall!”

 

“Yeah, that’s why they make her sit down before they cut it.”

 

“Wait, are you saying that you see nothing unusual about her height?”

 

“Well sure it’s unusual. She’s a tall girl, but you seem like you’re just noticing this now.”

 

Peter paused to process this. If Sandy didn’t notice this, and Sam didn’t either, it was probable that as far as the rest of the world was concerned, she had always been that tall. That meant that either Peter had altered the entire world, stumbled into a parallel universe, or just driven himself mad. None of these possibilities seemed any more likely than the others, so he decided to let it go for now. Turning back to Sam he said:

 

“Alright, listen. I have to tell you something that happened. It’s going to sound crazy but bear with me.”

 

Ten Minutes Later…

 

“So you’re telling me you built a supercollider that changed the universe, that’s everything everywhere, and the only thing different is that your wife is taller?” Sam responded in disbelief.

 

“I guess that does sound pretty insane,” Peter admitted sheepishly.

 

“Well, let’s see this thing then.”

 

“What?”

 

“The collider.”

 

“Oh, of course. It’s in the basement. Follow me.”

 

On their way to the stairway they were met by Sandy. “Can I get you anything to drink, Sam?” Peter was still somewhat stunned by her appearance, and couldn’t help but stare a little.

 

“Oh no thanks, Sandy. We were just getting ready to go out.”

 

“Oh no we’re not,” snapped Peter. “We’ve got work to do.”

 

“Is going to show you his atom smasher or whatever? Take my advice, wear sunglasses.”

 

“What does she mean?” Sam asked, but Peter wasn’t paying attention. His eyes were fixed instead on the sleeve that was creeping slowly up his wife’s arm. The hem inched up past her elbow and was approaching his bicep when suddenly it jumped back to its original length. Peter was puzzled by this. Then it struck him, if Sandy had always been so tall, she wouldn’t have bought a shirt that was too small for her. The shirt was just adjusting to fit the type of clothing she would have bought.

 

Relaxing his attention from her clothing, Peter allowed his eyes go take in Sandy’s entire body. What he saw shocked him. Sandy had grown another five inches, but it was not just her height. She had expanded proportionally in every direction, so that instead of being one of those rail thin tall women one often sees, who look like they would snap in half in a stiff breeze, Sandy cut quite an imposing figure.

 

Sam, who was shorter than Peter at 5’8”, barely came past her shoulders. Of course, both of them looked as if nothing had happened.

 

“On second thought,” Peter managed to choke out. “Maybe I will get that drink with you, Sam.”

 

“Don’t stay out too late, hon,” Sandy said. She then stepped forward and kissed him, stooping considerably.

 

 Chapter 4

 

 Several beers later, Peter felt much more capable of handling the rather extraordinary situation in which he found himself.

“So – and I don’t mean to harp on this, but humor me – one more time, how tall do you think Sandy is?”

Sam sighed and drained his glass, signaling the bartender for another. “As I said before, she’s 6’5”. She’s been 6’5” for as long as I’ve known her, and if she were to get any taller, or any shorter for that matter, not only would I notice it, but I would be very surprised.”

“Aha, but before we left the house you thought she was six feet even.”

“No I didn’t.,” Sam tried to protest, but Peter kept talking right over him.

“That’s because she was six feet and before that she was five six. But of course you don’t remember it that way, and neither does she, because I’ve changed reality. Understand?”

“I understand what you’re saying happened, I’m just having a hard time believing it, I guess.”

“Don’t you think a six foot five woman is unusual?”

“Of course it’s unusual, but then you always did go for the tall ones.”

Peter stared at his friend in disbelief. “I did?”

“Sure, remember Stacy in college?”

“I remember her. She was 5’2”.”

Sam shook his head. “Nope, she was six feet if she was an inch.”

This puzzled Peter even further. Had Stacy – wherever she was now – been changed too? And if so, why? Just to accommodate his personal history so that marrying Sandy made sense? Thinking about that hurt his brain, so he ordered another beer.

“Well, one thing’s for certain. Something really crazy is going on, and I need to figure out what it is. Who knows what other unintended side effects this thing is having?”

Sam stared at him gravely. “You’re really serious about this, huh?”

“Would I lie to you, Sam?”

“No, you wouldn’t. That’s what has me worried. Either you’re telling the truth, or you’ve gone completely nuts. I think you being crazy scares me more than the alternative, believe it or not, so I believe you. Want me to come over and help?”

Peter shook his head. “No offense, but particle physics isn’t exactly your specialty. Believing in my sanity is enough help right now. I’ll call you if things get any weirder.”

* * * * * * * * * * *

Back at the house (he was still sober enough to drive, it turns out) Peter was relieved to find that Sandy was still the same size as when he left, although she wasn’t the only one there.

“Peter! I thought you and Sam would be out late, so I invited the girls over for cards. I hope you don’t mind.”

Her demurring attitude seemed rather ridiculous given her obvious size advantage. In fact, looking at her arms, he suspected she was also pretty damn strong. “It’s no problem, honey,” he said, trying his best to sound normal. “Hi girls!”

“The girls” were Sandy’s close-knit cadre of female friends. They were Sarah Beth, Mary Jo, Sue Ellen and Dinah, all petite and blonde (though in that regard, all but Dinah were artificial). Standing next to Sandy, they looked like children, their eyes level with her breasts.

“Hi Pete!” they chirped in unison.

“Don’t let me interrupt. I have some work to get to anyway.” Quickly excusing himself, Peter rushed back to the computer where he had left the printout analysis from the supercollider. The numbers whirled around in his head as he tried to make sense of what had gone wrong. After half an hour, he had some idea. There were still a few holes, gaping ones, but at least he wasn’t totally in the dark any more.

Apparently, when the speeding protons collided, it had released a kind of energy he’d never seen before, and lots of it. Peter, having been standing the closest to the thing, received the brunt of the blast, but Sandy had received a hefty dose too. However, this energy, whatever it was, was so powerful that appeared to have permeated every molecule of every substance it touched, binding itself to them like an extra electron bonds to an atom. As to why such an event would cause Sandy to grown into an amazon, Peter had absolutely no clue. To make matters worse, it was still spreading. Wait, why was it still spreading? ”Oh shit!” Peter exclaimed.

He rushed into the living room and flung open the basement door. He made it down about half a dozen steps before he smacked right into Sandy.

“Whoa there, fella! You nearly made me drop these!” Sandy held up the bottles of beer she was carrying. Despite her protest, it was clear that Sandy’s enlarged frame was in no danger of being toppled over by Peter. “Hope you don’t mind, I raided the mini bar downstairs for our game.”

“Oh, uh, sorry, I forgot to turn off the… machine.” Peter was finding words difficult.

“Yeah I noticed that was still on. I thought you left it like that on purpose.”

“No, I actually need to turn it off right away. Do you mind?” he asked, gesturing for her to move out of the way so he could descend. At her size there was no way he could squeeze past her on the narrow stair.

“”Sure, but you don’t get to crash into me like that without an apology kiss.” Without warning, Sandy wrapped her arms – still holding the beers – around him and planted a long kiss on his mouth. Peter was taken aback, but shocked quickly gave way to pleasure as he felt her large, warm lips against his.

“Wow,” he thought. “This is really different. Different and amazing!” For aa moment all thoughts of altering reality slipped from his mind as she extended her tongue ever so slightly into his mouth. Then something happened that snapped his mind out of the fog instantly.

Sandy’s kiss grew slightly firmer and he could feel her grip slide slowly up his back. Opening his eye, he saw her incline her back more and more to maintain their embrace. And then as quickly as it started it was over. He held his breath as Sandy straightened up again, and nearly hit her head on the ceiling.

“My God,” he thought, “she must be seven feet tall!”

There was now definitely no room for her to move aside and let him pass. “Here,” she said, still completely unaware of her change. “Let me get out of your way.”

She turned around and hopped nimbly down the stairs, her weight shaking the framework quite a bit. Her long legs reached the bottom in a flash, and she turned and called back up to him. “Come on down and then I’ll be able to come up.”

Peter, still woozy from the combination of the kiss and her growth, took a tentative step down. Sandy promptly grew two inches. He did a double take. What had just happened? He took another step and she zipped up in height again, making her 7’4”.

Sandy looked up (though not very far up at this point) at him impatiently. “Are you coming or not? These beers won’t stay cold forever.”

A bead of sweat broke out on Peter’s brow. Taking a deep breath he took two more quick steps and watched his wife stretch another six inches skyward. He still had three steps to go, but found he was looking up at her again.

“YouknowwhatIthinkI’llleaveitonafterall!” was the unintelligible gurgle he left behind as he bolted up the stairs.

 

Chapter 5

 

 The women at the card table stared mutely at Peter as he sprinted past them towards his office. He wasn’t sure what he was planning to do, but he was pretty seriously freaked out about what had just occurred. Slamming the door behind him, his eyes darted around the room. His computer was here, displaying the data he had printed out earlier, but he doubted he could get much more out of those numbers. At length his gaze settled on the telephone on his desk.

A short series of numbers later, and a familiar voice drifted through the receiver.

“Hello?”

“Sam, Sandy’s bigger!”

“Yeah, you told me all about it at the bar, remember? I told you I believe you, you don’t need to keep selling it so hard.” There was a touch of irritation in his voice, and Peter realized how crazy he must sound.

“Oh that’s right, you wouldn’t have noticed it. How tall is Sandy would you say?”

“Oh I don’t know, a little over eight feet, I guess. I’ve never asked her, because I figured she might be sensitive about it.”

“Eight feet! You admit that’s pretty far outside the norm, right?”

“Yes, she is certainly a unique woman. I guess that’s what makes your story more credible than it might otherwise have been. You don’t see too many eight foot women walking around. But why are you telling me all this again?”

Peter took a deep breath. “Because, when we were at the bar, she was only 6’5”, I mean from my perspective. I realize you won’t remember it that way.”

There was a brief silence as Sam digested this, and Peter heard heavy footsteps elsewhere in the house. That made sense, she must weigh quite a lot now. If he strained his ears he could hear the women faintly talking.

“What’s up with Peter? He looked like he’s seen a ghost.” He couldn’t identify the speaker, but it didn’t really matter. Sandy’s voice, when she spoke, was noticeably louder.

“I don’t know.” She sounded worried. “He ran away from me like-“

Peter’s concentration was broken when he realized Sam had resumed talking.

“-still happening? Why, do you think?”

“Erm, I’m not sure,” Peter replied, still trying to listen for his wife. “I was trying to turn the supercollider off, but the nearer I got to it, the more she grew! I have no explanation for why that should happen, but that’s what it seemed like.”

Behind him, he heard the doorknob turn. “I’ll have to call you back,” he whispered, then quickly hung up, turning around just in time to see the door open.

Sandy had to duck quite a bit to make it through the seven foot doorway. When she straightened up, Peter gasped. Her head was only a few inches below the ceiling, but it was the way she filled the room that was most surprising. At 5’6”, Sandy’s hourglass figure was very desirable, but at over eight feet tall her proportions made her truly stunning. Her hips were nearly as wide at the doorway, and her breasts were much larger, although the fact that they were now slightly above eye level didn’t make them any easier to ignore. Sandy must have noticed Peter’s shocked expression, and a troubled look came across her face.

“Peter, honey, what’s wrong? You look terrified.”

“Peter cleared his throat and managed an unconvincing “Nothing.”

“Was it something I did?”

This time Peter did better. “No, no of course not. I’m just… really tired.”

She wasn’t buying it. “It’s the way I acted on the stairs, wasn’t it?” He could see her eyes start to tear up. “I’m sorry. I always get too aggressive. I forget what it must be like for you, married to a woman so much bigger and stronger than you. I should have let you initiate.”

Peter was dumbfounded. This was not like Sandy. She had always been strong willed and outspoken, and now she was practically crying because she had kissed him without permission. Not to mention that it was hands down the most amazing kiss of his life. It didn’t make sense.

Suddenly, the gears in Peter’s scientific mind clicked into place. Of course it made sense! In this reality, she had grown up a freak, always the tallest person around. She must have felt like an outsider and adopted a more submissive attitude to compensate for her incredible size.

Peter felt all his feelings of fear evaporate and this realization brought his fundamental love and devotion to his wife flooding back. He had fled from her, just as many childhood acquaintances must have. No wonder she was hurt. Overwhelmed, he rushed to embrace her, his head colliding with her huge, soft breasts.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he said, although his voice was muffled by the large mounds of flesh pressing against his face. “I wasn’t running from you, I’m just disoriented from that whole supercollider thing from this morning. It messed with my mind is all. You know how much I love you.”

She instantly brightened, returning his hug with a force that knocked the wind out of him. “Oh! I’m so glad to hear you say that. I guess I just get emotional sometimes, I’m sorry.”

“You know, this isn’t so bad,” Peter thought. Why was he fighting this so hard? Having a giant wife was turning out to have some real advantages. Just as long as things didn’t go any farther, he thought he could be quite happy in this reality.

Taking a step back and looking up into her eyes, he said: “Sandy, you’re perfect just the way you are. I don’t ever want you to feel embarrassed just because you’re different.”

“What do you mean different?” she asked, looking puzzled.

“Well, you know. Your unusual size.”

She laughed. “Peter! Are you calling me fat?”

He was taken aback. “What? No, of course not! You know what I mean.”

“No, I’m afraid I don’t,” she said, shaking her head dismissively. “Anyway, I have to get back to my card game. We should be done in a couple of hours and then you and I can have some ‘quality time’ if you know what I mean.” She winked at him, ducking out of the room.

Peter was confused. It seemed like her entire demeanor had just changed on a dime. Lost in thought, he wandered out into the hall, where he immediately collided with a wall of woman.

“Oops, sorry Sandy,” he muttered.

A high pitched giggle caused him to look up from his reverie. “Guess again!”

He raised his eyes slowly and there, a good two feet above his head, his gaze was met by the large blue eyes of Sandy’s bridge partner, Dinah.

“Oh no."

 

 

The women at the card table stared mutely at Peter as he sprinted past them towards his office. He wasn’t sure what he was planning to do, but he was pretty seriously freaked out about what had just occurred. Slamming the door behind him, his eyes darted around the room. His computer was here, displaying the data he had printed out earlier, but he doubted he could get much more out of those numbers. At length his gaze settled on the telephone on his desk.

A short series of numbers later, and a familiar voice drifted through the receiver.

“Hello?”

“Sam, Sandy’s bigger!”

“Yeah, you told me all about it at the bar, remember? I told you I believe you, you don’t need to keep selling it so hard.” There was a touch of irritation in his voice, and Peter realized how crazy he must sound.

“Oh that’s right, you wouldn’t have noticed it. How tall is Sandy would you say?”

“Oh I don’t know, a little over eight feet, I guess. I’ve never asked her, because I figured she might be sensitive about it.”

“Eight feet! You admit that’s pretty far outside the norm, right?”

“Yes, she is certainly a unique woman. I guess that’s what makes your story more credible than it might otherwise have been. You don’t see too many eight foot women walking around. But why are you telling me all this again?”

Peter took a deep breath. “Because, when we were at the bar, she was only 6’5”, I mean from my perspective. I realize you won’t remember it that way.”

There was a brief silence as Sam digested this, and Peter heard heavy footsteps elsewhere in the house. That made sense, she must weigh quite a lot now. If he strained his ears he could hear the women faintly talking.

“What’s up with Peter? He looked like he’s seen a ghost.” He couldn’t identify the speaker, but it didn’t really matter. Sandy’s voice, when she spoke, was noticeably louder.

“I don’t know.” She sounded worried. “He ran away from me like-“

Peter’s concentration was broken when he realized Sam had resumed talking.

“-still happening? Why, do you think?”

“Erm, I’m not sure,” Peter replied, still trying to listen for his wife. “I was trying to turn the supercollider off, but the nearer I got to it, the more she grew! I have no explanation for why that should happen, but that’s what it seemed like.”

Behind him, he heard the doorknob turn. “I’ll have to call you back,” he whispered, then quickly hung up, turning around just in time to see the door open.

Sandy had to duck quite a bit to make it through the seven foot doorway. When she straightened up, Peter gasped. Her head was only a few inches below the ceiling, but it was the way she filled the room that was most surprising. At 5’6”, Sandy’s hourglass figure was very desirable, but at over eight feet tall her proportions made her truly stunning. Her hips were nearly as wide at the doorway, and her breasts were much larger, although the fact that they were now slightly above eye level didn’t make them any easier to ignore. Sandy must have noticed Peter’s shocked expression, and a troubled look came across her face.

“Peter, honey, what’s wrong? You look terrified.”

“Peter cleared his throat and managed an unconvincing “Nothing.”

“Was it something I did?”

This time Peter did better. “No, no of course not. I’m just… really tired.”

She wasn’t buying it. “It’s the way I acted on the stairs, wasn’t it?” He could see her eyes start to tear up. “I’m sorry. I always get too aggressive. I forget what it must be like for you, married to a woman so much bigger and stronger than you. I should have let you initiate.”

Peter was dumbfounded. This was not like Sandy. She had always been strong willed and outspoken, and now she was practically crying because she had kissed him without permission. Not to mention that it was hands down the most amazing kiss of his life. It didn’t make sense.

Suddenly, the gears in Peter’s scientific mind clicked into place. Of course it made sense! In this reality, she had grown up a freak, always the tallest person around. She must have felt like an outsider and adopted a more submissive attitude to compensate for her incredible size.

Peter felt all his feelings of fear evaporate and this realization brought his fundamental love and devotion to his wife flooding back. He had fled from her, just as many childhood acquaintances must have. No wonder she was hurt. Overwhelmed, he rushed to embrace her, his head colliding with her huge, soft breasts.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he said, although his voice was muffled by the large mounds of flesh pressing against his face. “I wasn’t running from you, I’m just disoriented from that whole supercollider thing from this morning. It messed with my mind is all. You know how much I love you.”

She instantly brightened, returning his hug with a force that knocked the wind out of him. “Oh! I’m so glad to hear you say that. I guess I just get emotional sometimes, I’m sorry.”

“You know, this isn’t so bad,” Peter thought. Why was he fighting this so hard? Having a giant wife was turning out to have some real advantages. Just as long as things didn’t go any farther, he thought he could be quite happy in this reality.

Taking a step back and looking up into her eyes, he said: “Sandy, you’re perfect just the way you are. I don’t ever want you to feel embarrassed just because you’re different.”

“What do you mean different?” she asked, looking puzzled.

“Well, you know. Your unusual size.”

She laughed. “Peter! Are you calling me fat?”

He was taken aback. “What? No, of course not! You know what I mean.”

“No, I’m afraid I don’t,” she said, shaking her head dismissively. “Anyway, I have to get back to my card game. We should be done in a couple of hours and then you and I can have some ‘quality time’ if you know what I mean.” She winked at him, ducking out of the room.

Peter was confused. It seemed like her entire demeanor had just changed on a dime. Lost in thought, he wandered out into the hall, where he immediately collided with a wall of woman.

“Oops, sorry Sandy,” he muttered.

A high pitched giggle caused him to look up from his reverie. “Guess again!”

He raised his eyes slowly and there, a good two feet above his head, his gaze was met by the large blue eyes of Sandy’s bridge partner, Dinah.

“Oh no."

 

Chapter 6

 

To say Peter was shocked would be something of an understatement. He was finally starting to come to grips with the fact that his wife had grown several feet in a day, and now this!

Even in his flabbergasted state, his scientific mind was at work, and since he was almost positive that Dinah hadn’t been eight feet tall when he had passed her a few moments ago, there must have been another shift in reality. Only this time Dinah had grown instead of Sandy. Curiouser and curiouser.

Gathering up his jaw from off the floor, he managed to mutter something that vaguely resembled an apology to Dinah, but she had already moved back into the dining room, taking no notice. As Peter followed her in, he was struck by the sight that awaited him. Sandy was still the same size, at a bit over eight feet, but Dinah was not the only one who had grown to match her.

Mary Jo and Sue Ellen had also morphed into giant-sized versions of themselves, leaving Sarah Beth as the only one of the group still at her original size. If she had seemed childlike next to a 6’5” Sandy, she looked positively tiny standing in the midst of her towering friends. The top of her head barely cleared Sandy’s navel!

Peter opened his mouth to speak (without quite knowing what to say) when suddenly he checked himself. All of a sudden, Sarah Beth didn’t look so small anymore.

“What are you staring at, Pete?” she asked playfully. “Too many beautiful girls in one place for you?” She stepped towards him and he instantly noticed a change in her. Sarah Beth had always been petite, perhaps 5’1”, but now she was 5’7” if she was an inch. By the time she stopped walking at about a foot away from him, she was looking him straight in the eye.

Peter gave up shooting at the moving target that was her height as it passed his own, preferring instead to observe the overall effect. Most remarkable was the way in which her clothing continually adjusted itself to her growing frame. There was a slight time lag, so he could see a sleeve shorten, a seam strain, a waistband stretch momentarily, and then snap back to normal, a size larger and sometimes a different style or color. The effect was disorienting. When she was done she matched the others for height, with only Sandy being a little taller than the rest (which of course had been true before any of this happened.)

Peter craned his eyes upward at her face, still expecting an answer to her question. Denial would get him nowhere, he decided, so summoning up all his acting prowess (which wasn’t much, but you can’t blame a guy for trying) he grinned and said: “Well can you blame me?”

She bought it, laughing and reaching out to tousle his hair in a somewhat condescending way before returning to the table. It was only then that Peter began to notice the other differences.

The first was that the chairs the girls had been sitting in were now huge, as was the table. This made sense, as you could hardly expect a group of eight foot women to play cards hunching over a table designed for far smaller people. The ceilings were a bit higher, though not too much, and pushed off to one corner was what appeared to be a scaled up high-chair, probably for his benefit. The thought made him shudder.

“I’m, uh, gonna go outside and get some air,” he excused himself. Sandy raised her hand in acknowledgement, not looking up from her game.

The door was heavier than he remembered it being, but aside from that he was pleased to see that the out of doors remained largely unchanged. Trees and animals were the same as they had always been, and although the houses loomed a little more than usual, this helped counteract the feeling that he was shrinking he had felt while inside his house.

The fresh air also helped clear his head and allowed him to think. Sandy had been introverted and shy at eight feet tall, reacting to her status as an outsider in a world of much smaller people. Now it seemed that the world was accommodating her, just like her clothing had during her growth. Since she was no longer unusual (in this reality) the self confidence she had always shown had returned. But now that all women were her size, and apparently always had been, what did that mean for society? He was still his old height, and so presumably were all men. That could mean a radically different societal structure. The thought alone made his head spin.

However, more important than that at the moment was the problem of turning off that damn collider. His judgment had been momentarily clouded by the prospect of having a giant wife, and all that implied, but this had gone far enough and it was time to put an end to it. He needed help, and since there was only one person in the world who believed his story, that left him with remarkably few options.

• • • • •

“Oh man, not again!” Sam protested, opening his front door to see Peter standing there, looking determined.

“You won’t believe what’s happened now!”

 

Chapter 7

 

On the walk back to the house, Peter and Sam brought each other up to speed, Peter explaining the way things used to be, while Sam described things are they were now. Not surprisingly, as the changes became more drastic, Sam was finding Peter’s story harder and harder to believe.

“You mean to say that women used to be smaller than men until you changed things with your crazy basement machine?” Although his incredulity was justified, Peter was beginning to find it tiresome.

“Yes, already! Just trust me on this one, OK? I’m tired of having to reconvince you every time there’s a change. The most important thing now is to turn it off.”

“But didn’t you say things got worse when you got near it last time?”

“Yeah, but that’s why you’re here. You can probably get close enough to turn it off without changing anything, since you seem to be at home in this reality.”

“Why should that make any difference?”

“I don’t know that it will, but I couldn’t think of anything else to try,” he shrugged.

By this time they had reached the house and Peter cautiously pushed open the front door. He was a little apprehensive about confronting the giant women again. As they passed through the hall towards the basement, he was relieved to see that the house was deserted. The ladies had probably finished their card game and gone out for a bite to eat or something.

“OK,” Peter said, opening the cellar door. “I’m going to stay up here at the top of the stairs. You go on down and switch off the collider. There’s a little toggle on the left side of the apparatus. Just push it down until it clicks. Piece of cake!”

Sam sucked in his breath noisily. “Alright, here goes nothing.”

At first everything went well. Sam quickly trotted down the stairs and was about six feet away from the supercollider when he suddenly stopped.

“What’s wrong?” Peter called down. “You’re almost there!”

“I- oh my God, I remember… I remember everything.”

“Sam?”

“Peter, you were right! I remember the way things used to be… the way the women were! My God it’s amazing!”

“SAM, TURN OFF THE MACHINE!!!” Peter bellowed.

“Sam, apparently regaining his wits, leapt forward to flip the switch. Peter saw his hand closing in within a foot of it, when the world lurched mightily. At first Peter thought it was an earthquake, but his thought on the matter were cut short as he lost his balance and toppled head over heels down the stairs.

He didn’t know how long he was out, only that his head hurt and that he couldn’t see. He could hear an indistinct sound that seemed to come from far away, yet was somehow comforting. Liitle by little, he began to perceive light and then his vision was clearing. The sound seemed nearer, so that he felt he could almost make it out.

“Peter, are you okay?”

He shook his head, and immediately regretted it as pain shot through his temples. However, the movement caused the blackness to retreat from the edges of his eyes and he could see again. Sandy was leaning over him, a worried expression on her face.

He lifted his arm to touch her face, but his hand passed only through empty air. He frowned at this miscalculation. Her face looked like it was just above his own, so why had he missed it?

Painfully, he sat up, blinking to clear the remaining spots away. At once he saw his mistake and the sight nearly caused him to collapse again. The reason Sandy had seemed so close was a result of forced perspective. She wasn’t close, she was big!

At his movement, her expression had changed from one of concern to a smile of relief. “Oh baby, thank goodness!” she exclaimed, and quickly closed the several feet that had seemed so much less, planting eight inches of warm, soft lips across her husband’s stunned face.

 

Chapter 8

 

The sensation was unlike anything Peter had ever felt. In fact, he nearly blacked out again on the spot. Thankfully, Sandy decided to let him come up for air before it was too late. Shaking his head in an attempt to clear his vision, Peter took the opportunity to get his bearings.

 

The first thing that he noticed was that he was lying on grass. He was in some sort of field. Several picturesque trees littered the landscape, sporting autumnal colors that seemed to glow under the light of the setting sun. His house was nowhere to be seen, nor was Sam. He wondered briefly what had happened to his friend, but this thought was driven from his mind as he noticed his supercollider about a dozen yards away, one corner sunken slightly into the ground as though it had been roughly dropped. Luckily (or unluckily, depending on one’s point of view) it did not seem to have suffered any damage.

 

Then there was Sandy. At first glance everything seemed alright. Her clothes were the same as he remembered them and her face was still sporting an expression of gentle concern. The only difference was her size. It was hard to gauge exactly how tall she was with her crouching over him, but it was certainly a lot bigger than eight feet.

 

“Peter, are you sure you’re okay? You look so pale.”

 

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine. I just think I need to stand up for a minute.”

 

“Are you sure?” Her lips turned pouty. “I don’t want you to exert yourself before you’re ready.”

 

“No, really I’m fine. It will clear my head.”

 

Reluctantly, Sandy shifted her massive torso, giving Peter the room he needed to scramble to his feet. What he saw astounded him. Even sitting on the ground, his wife was a head taller than him. Her legs went on forever, and two breasts that were each wider than his whole body hung tantalizingly in her blouse. Despite his shock, he could feel a bulge forming in his pants. He had never even imagined a woman on this scale. Actually seeing one wasstunning. Collecting his wits, he quickly estimated her height to be around eighteen feet, quite a jump from last time.

 

“You really had me worried there for a minute, buddy.” Sandy’s voice was still the same, but there was a deeper resonance to it that had a somewhat booming quality. “What happened?”

 

Peter took a deep breath. Maybe it was time to come clean with her. She deserved to know what was happening. She almost certainly wouldn’t believe him, but did that really matter at this point?

 

“Sandy,” he began. “You know that supercollider I built?”

 

She listened attentively as he described the series of events that had led him on this incredibly strange journey, never interrupting, never laughing, as though she were taking the whole thing very seriously.

 

“And then I woke up and we’re out in this field and you’re a giant,” he finished, somewhat lamely.

There was a long pause in which no one said anything. Finally Sandy spoke.

 

“Peter, I think you’re hallucinating. When you passed out it must have messed up your brain or something, honey. I’m really worried.”

 

“I didn’t really expect you to believe me,” Peter replied. “But I had to be honest with you. That last jump was such a big one, I can’t keep things straight anymore. I mean, why are we in this field in the first place? Where’s our house? Where did you get those clothes?”

 

Sandy frowned. “I- well, this is just the way it’s always been.” She seemed unsure of herself.

 

“And where did I get the stuff to make that?” he gestured to his machine in the distance. “Does that make sense to you?”

 

Now a twenty foot tall woman is a strange thing to behold under any circumstances, but a twenty foot tall woman suddenly stripped of her self-confidence is even stranger. The juxtaposition of sheer physical strength with the kind of mental and emotional helplessness that Sandy’s face now displayed is one of the oddest things imaginable. In an attempt to gather her thoughts, she suddenly stood up, an act which took Peter completely by surprise.

 

He stumbled backwards, tilting his head farther and farther back in order to take in the whole sight before him. From his perspective she went up like a rocket, her immense body soaring skyward and looming above him like a building. Now that she was on her feet, he saw that she surpassed many of the surrounding tress. Peter, in turn, barely came past her knees.

 

The mighty woman peered down past her breasts, examining him closely.

 

“It’s strange, I don’t remember,” she boomed. “It’s like there are big gaps in my memory. But you’re saying that I used to be smaller than you?” She bent down and placed the palm of her hand on top of Peter’s head, emphasizing her size advantage. “But that’s impossible!”

 

Her tone was that of wonder, more than incredulity, which Peter found a hopeful sign. He was not encouraged, however, when she wrapped her large hands around him and lifted him high into the air, cradling him against her bosom like an infant.

 

“Hey, put me down!” He was amazed at both the strength of her arms and the warmth of her embrace. The experience was incredible, but at the same time frightening.

 

“It’s just so unbelievable,” she practically whispered.

 

“Sandy, listen to me. I love you, but this is not right. I can’t go near the machine without making things worse, so I’ve got to get away. As far away from it as I possibly can. Right now!”

 

Sandy looked shocked and quickly returned him to the ground. “You’re leaving?”

 

“I can’t stay here. You can come with me we can find a way to make this work but I can’t stay here.”

 

“But this is where I’ve always been. It’s my home.” Her confusion was now compounded by sadness.

 

“I’m sorry but I have to go now. I hope you’ll come with me, but I’m leaving with or without you. Maybe I’ll find Sam and we can figure something out. I don’t know, but I have to get as far away from that collider as possible.”

 

With that, Peter turned and began to run quickly away from her. She was stunned, and confused, and hurt. Had Peter simply gone mad, or was it possible he was telling the truth. She had no idea who Sam was.

 

Sandy watched her husband until he disappeared over the horizon, and then turned her attention to the little machine that had caused all this trouble in the first place.

 

“Where did you come from and why did you have to ruin everything,” she asked it out loud. From her point of view its components seemed marvelously delicate, and she wondered that anyone had every been able to assemble them. She reached out for a closer look, lifting the entire machine in her huge hands.

 

Her eyes grew wide as memories came flooding back…

 

Chapter 9

 

Sandy’s world was spinning out of control. Shapes and colors were twirling around her in a tornado of unimaginable chaos. “This is how Pandora must have felt.” The thought entered her mind unbidden, for her brain was trapped in a similar whirlpool of confusion.

 

She remembered everything from the time when Peter had first switched on the particle accelerator, her gradually increasing size, the bending of reality and Peter’s reactions. Yet she also remembered thinking it was all perfectly normal, as if things had always been that way. She remembered when she was seven years old and already towered over her male classmates, but was considered rather average among the girls. The memories of herself as the only fifth grader over six feet tall was equally vivid. The complete lives of all the realities she had experienced were all there, and the sheer volume of them was overwhelming.

 

How small Peter had been just a moment ago, and strange it was for her to hold him in her arms like an infant, to kiss his miniature face. And yet at the same time it somehow seemed the most natural thing in the world. But now he was gone. He had left her and she had not followed. Why? She asked herself this question and found no answer.

 

But surely it was not too late. He couldn’t have gotten far. At her size she could easily overtake him. The spinning world around was starting to slow. She was startled by the sound of glass shattering and looked down to find small shards of metal and plastic falling from her open palm. In her reverie she had crushed her husband’s machine like a paper cup. Her strength was such that she had not even felt it break.

 

She shook her head, blinked her eyes, and the world came back into focus. She still felt dizzy, but that would pass. The important thing was to find Peter. Before her eyes was a vast plain, very flat and extending uninterrupted to the horizon. It seemed totally alien to her, nothing like the lush meadow she had just left, but Peter had to be somewhere, so she began to walk.

 

It was only a matter of minutes before she spotted a figure in the distance, hazy and indistinct. That must be him! But her enthusiasm was checked when the lone figure was joined by a second, then a third, then a fourth.

 

As she grew nearer, she was able to make them out more clearly and-

 

“Oh my God!” Sandy gasped out loud.

 

The girls turned their heads and waved enthusiastically.

 

“Oh hi Sandy!” Dinah chirped. “We were wondering where you’d gotten off to.”

 

“What are you all doing here?” Sandy asked, shocked at the sight Mary Jo, Sarah Beth, Sue Ellen and Dinah standing out here in the middle of nowhere as if it were perfectly normal.

 

“Just having a drink of water. Care to join us?” Sue Ellen gestured to her feet. Beyond the girls a vast expanse of deep blue water stretched into the distance. It seemed quite shallow for its size and struck Sandy very peculiar.

 

“But,” Sandy was getting more confused all the time. “Where’s Peter? Where’s everyone else?”

 

“Who’s Peter?” Sarah Beth asked, puzzled.

 

Dinah stepped in, gently placing a hand on Sandy’s arm. “Sandy, we can barely find enough food and water for the five of us. You’d better be glad there’s no one else, or we’d be in real trouble.”

 

“What do you mean, no one else?”

 

Mary Jo shrugged. “Never has been. What’s gotten into you, Sandy?”

 

“The poor girl’s just dehydrated,” Dinah interjected. “Come on, Sandy. Have a drink from the Pacific Watering Hole and then we’ll go relax over in Mexico Valley.”

 

Sandy’s eyes widened in horror as she watched her four friends bent down and drink their fill from the ocean she had once considered mighty.

 

The End.

 

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