The Little Babysitter

By Hunter S. Creek and JoeL

 

Foreword: This story line was originally posted as several installments spread over a seven-month period at the "Tall Encounters Message Board" in 1999. JoeL, the person who posted it, presented it in the first person as a real-time, real-life BE and female growth narrative about his encounters with his son's former babysitter. I contacted JoeL and asked if I could consolidate it and post a modified version of it here as a story. He agreed -- with conditions. JoeL had already changed the names to protect his innocence.

 

Based on characters first published by JoeL © 1999

 

 

Chapter I

 

 

In February 1999 our son, Nick, celebrated his eleventh birthday. He asked for a party and wanted to invite Beth, his old babysitter, as one of the guests. We had not seen Beth in about two years but she had always been our favorite.

 

 

Beth was very cute and extremely petite. I remember a photo from Nick's eighth birthday in which he was about a hair's width taller than the then twelve-year-old Beth. That was one of the last times that we saw Beth before her family moved downtown later that year. Nick still talks with her on the phone every few months or so.

 

 

Nick's a good kid. He's a good student and enjoys sports. Nick is more like his mother than he is like me. She had always been tall for her age and was very athletic. I enjoy sports but was not that successful. Nick and my wife are both blonde and blue-eyed whereas I am not.

 

 

I also think that Nick doesn't take after me because he used to love the fact that he was taller than Beth. He constantly teased her about it. Unlike my son, I like taller woman. I am 5'8" (172.7cm) and my wife is 5'10" (177.8cm).

 

 

Beth was always so great with Nick. She was fun and responsible. She was one of the few babysitters that did not empty our refrigerator. She never had friends over. She devoted all of her time to Nick. She would even help him with his homework. She never treated him like a little kid.

 

 

Nick on the other hand was sometimes a real pain in the butt to Beth. He genuinely liked her but he was an eight-year-old boy and she was a girl. Like most boys his age, he had no use for girls. He would tease her constantly about almost anything: her hair, her nose, her clothes, etc.

 

The most obvious target was their respective heights. Even though he was slightly bigger than Beth; he never seemed to take advantage of it. Nick respected Beth and minded her. However, he never seemed to give her a moment of peace when it came to teasing her about how small she was. To Nick's credit; he drew the line at teasing her about boys. He knew that was one of the few things that bothered her. Cute, 50", scrawny, waif-ish Beth apparently was not popular with boys. I guess that I never really gave it much thought back then. Over the years that we knew Beth, my wife and I came to treat her like a niece.

 

 

It was sad when Beth's family moved. We had her over to say "goodbye" but, (except for birthday and Christmas cards) for whatever reason, only Nick kept in contact with her after that.

 

 

As mentioned above -- We celebrated Nick's eleventh birthday with a big party. Nick was very disappointed that Beth did not show. A few hours after the party ended Beth called and explained that she was delayed at a family function but that she wanted to take Nick for ice cream the next day to make it up to him. Beth could not drive yet so I offered to drop Nick off at her house. They could then walk to the shop around the corner from there.

 

 

The next day Nick and I pulled into her driveway. I took a moment to remind Nick to mind his manners and to not tease Beth; especially about boys or about being taller than she was. Nick was one of the tallest kids in his class. He was very excited to be seeing Beth so I really wasn't too concerned about him acting up. I also knew that Beth was always good at taking care of herself.

 

 

Suddenly there was a knock on the car roof off to the right. I glanced over and noted that two thin thighs and the bottom fringe of a pair of cut-off jeans dominated Nick's window. "Hey Nicky", a familiar voice yelled. I gulped. Nick's door flew open and he jumped out to hug one of the nicest bare midriffs that I had ever seen. Nick was so glad to see her that he barely seemed to notice the bountiful bust that engulfed his head. I certainly noticed; along with the large, pert bust there were remarkably long, lean legs and a tiny little butt. Beth still was very cute too! I love my wife but I so much wanted to be my son at that moment. As Beth and her halter top bounced over to greet me I noticed that she was at least as tall as my wife was ... and ... more buxom.

 

 

I was still in shock as Beth hugged me enthusiastically and pecked me on the forehead. The last time that we had hugged she could not have kissed anything higher than my lower chest!

 

 

As much as I wanted to stare at Beth for another hour or so I decided to decline her invitation for me to join them. All the way home I was just agog to think of the wonderful changes in our "little" babysitter.

 

 

Beth's Mom brought Nick home later that day. I was dying to know how his afternoon had gone. I was also extremely curious to learn what Nick thought of the new, bigger Beth. Unfortunately, Nick was very closemouthed about his experience. He seemed to have had a great time but wouldn't offer any details.

 

 

Throughout this period I did not say anything about Beth's physical developments to my wife. She didn't say anything either so Nick probably had been mum about Beth too.

 

 

A month or so later; Nick finally gave me a snippet of information about that afternoon with Beth. He seemed to be confused about how he felt about her. He just might take after me after all. Apparently they had a great time but as they were leaving the ice cream shop she got up close to him and said something about -- "wanting to do this for a while". According to Nick she then stuck her arm out to her side, which apparently easily cleared his head, and put her finger on the height indicator stuck to the doorframe behind Nick. I've seen those tapes in convenience stores and gas stations too. I guess that they are there so that clerks can get a height estimate of suspicious characters. According to Nick -- Beth then announced, "five feet even". Nick said that she then gently nudged him out of the way and asked him to do the same and check her. Nick, being much shorter than her, could not see over her head to mark her height. Nick told me that Beth marked it herself by placing the tip of his up-stretched finger onto the measuring strip. She then stepped away, turned around, and looked at the number indicated at the tip of his finger and announced "five feet eleven and a quarter". Nick then described how she then gave him a hug ("Dad, I can't breathe when she hugs me now!") and then bent over and gave him a peck on the cheek and said something like -- "Little man, I'll bet you'll never ever forget this moment".

 

 

Nick was not sure what to make of her comment. He was new at noticing girls and seemed to be confused as to why he didn't see Beth's actions or comment as a challenge or a threat. Nick told me -- "At first I was upset with her for showing me up like that. Then I thought that it was kind of neat". I couldn't tell Nick, but I thought that it was kind of neat too.

 

 

After discussing the above with Nick; I did some quantitative thinking about our "little" babysitter. According to Nick's growth chart he was 50.25 inches on his eighth birthday so Beth was probably about 4'2" back then. Nick was just five feet tall last weekend. According to Nick, Beth was 5'11.25" that day in the ice cream shop. She had moved about two years ago. I had not seen her much during the year before. However, I do not recall her ever being taller than Nick (but he was growing too). I never really paid much attention to her height compared to me back then, just to Nick. That would mean that Beth grew 21 inches (53.3cm) in height in a period of about 24 to 36 months! Somewhere in that period she had also sprouted a beautiful pair of large (probably D-cup), perky breasts from absolutely nothing! That certainly qualifies as a "growth spurt"!

 

 

I thought about how fortunate it was that Beth's parents are fairly well off because she must have gone through lots of clothes during these last few years. Before she moved, I don't recall Beth ever eating much of anything. However, I'll bet that her parents' food bill shot up just as Beth did. A height growth of 21 inches in 24 to 36 months calculates to an average of between 0.875 and 0.58 of an inch (2.22 - 1.47 cm) per month.

 

 

At that time I was also wondering how much weight Beth had gained. Except for an impressively ample bust; she was still pretty thin. However, she was certainly not a fragile, almost sickly little twig like she was when she was twelve. Her overall thinness made her appear all the more top-heavy. In fact, standing in profile during that February visit -- from the neck down -- Beth looked like an upper case "P". I remember wondering how much more she would "fill out" -- and how soon!

 

 

I also wondered if Beth was still growing in height. I could just imagine what her friends or maybe a boyfriend must have thought as she grew and Grew and GREW! I was sure that friends, especially the boys, would have also been flabbergasted by how quickly and how much her breasts sprouted and swelled. I have this image of her craning her neck up to kiss a boyfriend at the beginning of the school year and then of him craning his neck up to kiss her by that June. In my mind's eye -- Beth's T-shirt is baggy in the first scene and anything but in the second.

 

 

Chapter II

 

 

A few months went by before we saw Beth again. Nick and I were having a catch at the park. I missed a throw and after I ran over to grab the ball I stopped at a water fountain. As I finished and stood up I suddenly felt my Marlin's cap snatched from my head. I was obviously not too pleased and spun around to see who had grabbed it. Standing directly behind me was the culprit. The first thing that I saw was an incredibly distorted white T-shirt that was struggling to contain a wonderfully pert and generous bust. Then, as I looked up, I recognized Beth wearing my hat! She then moved in close and grinned with an amazingly sexy combination of shyness, embarrassment, and superiority. She then giggled and said, "Well, hello down there, Mr. L.!"

 

 

I was stunned! Beth seemed much taller and bigger than last time! I then noticed a pair of roller-blades at the bottom of her wonderfully long, tan legs. For a moment I was disappointed that she really hadn't grown another three or four inches since I had last seen her.

 

 

Nick spotted us and ran over. Once again I was jealous of my son as Beth's breasts buried his face while they hugged. Beth explained that she was at the park with some of her friends and that she had seen us earlier but we were both out in the middle of the lawn. I don't roller-blade but I could see where grass and roller-blades wouldn't mix too well.

 

 

Beth looked even more incredible than she had in February! It was obvious from her clingy, bulging, T-shirt that Beth had ballooned-up another cup-size since I had last seen her. It was also obvious that she had worked up a sweat! I invited her to join us for a soda. Beth sat down and replaced her skates with sneakers. The three of us chatted for a few moments before her friends found us.

 

 

Beth was eager to conduct the introductions. She was the only person who knew everyone. She went around and stood behind each of us as we were introduced. Her three friends were wearing their roller-blades but Beth still towered over each of them. All three friends were probably between 5'4" and 5'6" (subtracting the estimated height of their roller-blades). All three had attractive but modest figures. As she maneuvered to get behind me I estimated that she was probably an inch taller than she had been in February! As I was being introduced as "my favorite employer and adult friend"; I could feel Beth gently press her firm, warm, perspiration-moistened T-shirt into my upper back. I was so thankful that I had worn a generous-fitting pair of sport shorts.

 

 

She introduced Nick as "the little brother that I never had". She then joked to her friends about how, despite their age difference, Nick used to be taller than she was. Nick squirmed. I gathered two more chairs for the table.

 

 

Beth's friend, Tina, then remarked, "Yeah it's not too hard to remember when we were all taller, ... and bigger, than Beth". Beth fidgeted. "We, like, used to worry about her when she first came to our school because she was so small and shy and didn't know anyone."

 

 

Christy then confirmed what I had been wondering -- "Now I think that everyone, especially the guys, knows Beth".

 

 

Cheryl -- "Ha! Remember, Beth, how you used to have such a crush on my stupid brother but he wouldn't give you the time of day?" She then leaned toward me and said, "Now, since she's, ... um ... gotten ... bigger (Christy grinned a wicked grin at Beth and Beth crossed her arms and slid down a little in her seat, her cheeks flushed), he bugs me all the time to fix him up with her. He's been really psycho since she's gotten taller than him." She then continued, "Remember the look on his face when he got back from his summer camp job and first saw that you were taller than him? Girl, he's got it bad for you now!"

 

 

She and Beth then chuckled a bit. Beth then said, "It's a shame too. He's so darn cute! If he hadn't been so mean to me I probably would go out with him". Nick groaned.

 

 

The six of us had a very nice, relaxed, and informative chat. I was subjected to all sorts of anecdotes, gossip, and Generation-Y slang. Nick was able to translate some of it for me during the drive home.

 

 

Beth's attitude and participation in the discussion was interesting in the sense that she sometimes seemed to be proud of her growth and sometimes embarrassed by it. Her body language spoke volumes about this internal inconsistency. It was obvious to me that the "little Beth" inside had not yet caught up with the awesome body that she was now wearing. She knew that there were definite advantages to having a high-end chassis but she still did not know how to work the gears all that well. She seemed to suspect that she might be HOT but was not quite sure. She also seemed to want to display what she had but was afraid to flaunt it. Sitting there with her friends; it was as if she was a Lamborghini surrounded by three Ford Escorts. She did not want to show them up -- but she did not want to be overlooked either -- yet, she was not all that comfortable receiving attention: especially unsolicited attention. When I was her age; I never thought that I would ever feel sorry for a girl that looked as extraordinary as Beth did.

 

 

I wanted to know more about her growth spurt but did not want to sound like a dirty old man. Nick was not a lot of help. Christy and Cheryl each made several remarks regarding Beth's height. Tina seemed to comment more about Beth's breasts. All three (Tina, Cheryl, and Christy) seemed to enjoy embarrassing Beth and seemed well practiced at it.

 

 

At one point Christy mentioned that Beth had initially come to her to borrow a training bra because Beth was too embarrassed to talk to her mom about it. She then noted that it was not long before Beth came to her to ask: "Do you have something bigger?"

 

 

Tina -- "Back when Beth first started to develop, you would never have known that she had anything going on under those baggy tops that she used to borrow from her brothers. Next thing you know my life is, like, shattered because I'm thinking that I'm hot stuff showing off my set of

 

B's and then she's bringing one of my new B-cups back to me and asking for 'something bigger'. I hated you so much just then!"

 

 

Christy -- "Hey Beth, like, how many 'flood pants' comments have you had to endure since you came to our school? Since a few weeks after I met you I don't remember ever seeing you in a pair of pants with legs that fit."

 

 

Cheryl then told us about the betting pool at school that had formed in January. The wagers were whether or not Beth would hit six feet and when. Cheryl then said, "Hey! I've got money on you. How tall are you now?"

 

 

Nick, who had been silent until now, then immediately and almost unconsciously chimed in with, "five foot eleven and a quarter inches", in an almost mantra tone of voice. Beth coyly smiled and proudly said, "That's old news, Nicky -- as of last Wednesday the pool is over". The other girls giggled. I was agog. My little babysitter was a six-footer!

 

 

One of the girls then asked Beth, "OK, OK, like, you're boobs have been getting so ridiculously huge since Christmas break. You're probably better built than my Barbie doll! Just how BIG are you?"

 

 

At first Beth seemed to be flustered by the question. She paused, glanced at me, and then seemed to regain her composure. She slowly arched her back, stretched her arms over her head, affected a yawn, and said matter-of-factly, "Oh, not much bigger than you".

 

 

I tried not to stare! But it was very difficult not to marvel at Beth's ... um ... understatement or to ogle at her now exposed, flat tummy!

 

 

It was a real struggle not to gawk. Nick's eyes positively boggled. Two male teenage passersby froze quite noticeably in their tracks. I remember thinking of a scene in Mel Brooks' "Silent Movie". In that scene the all-male Board of Engulf and Devour is seated at a table and is shown a life-size picture of a scantily clad Bernadette Peters -- the table rises a few inches as the members stare at her in mute approval.

 

 

A moment after Beth's proud display she suddenly became very embarrassed and sort of folded up and hunched down as if to hide. Cheryl shook her head at Beth and giggled, "Goodness girl! You should know by now that the bigger the bait, the bigger the reaction". Beth countered with an almost inaudible; "I wasn't fishing for THEM".

 

 

I then put on my bestI'm-an-adult-happily-married-friend-who's-trying-really-hard-not-to-notice-how- attractive-you-are face and said, "I'll bet you get that a lot". Beth smiled at me but before she could answer Christy chimed in with, "She still has no idea! She has more guys staring at her than anyone I know but she doesn't notice or doesn't think that it's for her." Tina then noted, "Yeah, I remember when you first started to hang with us I told you that if you wanted to meet guys you should stick with Cheryl." Cheryl pressed tongue firmly against cheek, pointed at the passing guys, and piped-in with, "Well, being with me worked didn't it? You've met lots of guys haven't you? You could've met those two just now if you wanted to!" Tina and Christy just rolled their eyes with incredulity. I was almost convinced that Beth believed Cheryl.

 

 

Beth excused herself to the restroom. I did not want anyone to see me stare as Beth sauntered away so I distracted everyone (and myself) by gathering drink orders. Nick volunteered to fetch and deliver.

 

 

While I sat there with the three girls they wasted no time in telling me about Beth's difficulties with guys. "When she was a twig no one asked her out. Now that she's a Babe-azon, only the older guys have the guts to ask her out. Unfortunately, they scare Beth because she is so inexperienced. She had a boyfriend last year but he had trouble with the fact that she outgrew him. He also became jealous as she attracted more and more attention. He noticed it but she didn't, typical".

 

 

Tina noted that, "When Beth does notice a guy whom she likes and who seems obviously interested in her; she doesn't understand why he doesn't do anything about it. She intimidates the hell out of most guys our age but doesn't realize it. We try to convince her that the reasons why she is not getting asked out much now are not the same reasons why she wasn't getting asked out before."

 

 

Christy then hit me with something unexpected -- "We are really glad that we finally got to meet you. We were kind of hoping that YOU could talk to Beth about it". "Me??? What about her father or mother or her brothers?" "Well, Beth doesn't seem comfortable talking about a lot of what's happened to her with her family", Christy said. "They are all pretty close and are great people but because of how they have teased her she does not open up about some of this stuff. Her parents also have this prehistoric notion that 15 is too young to date." "She doesn't seem to mind when you tease her", I noted. "We know when to stop", Tina said. "We also aren't older brothers who are now shorter than our baby sister", Tina countered. Cheryl then added, "We know that Beth really likes you and your family. She is way too shy to ever ask you but I know that she would like some advice about guys and taller women". "Yeah", Christy said, "Beth has mentioned more than once that Mrs. L. is taller than you but that you don't seem to mind".

 

 

"MIND???" I thought to myself. My wife's height was certainly NEVER a liability as far as I'm concerned.

 

 

I noticed Nick returning with the sodas. He had one cup in each hand. He then stopped and was joined by Beth who had two cups setting on each palm. She then had Nick place his two cups next to the original two cups in her right hand. Nick then grabbed the two from her left hand. Beth then draped her left arm around Nick as they continued toward us. They stopped briefly so that Nick could say "Hi" to a friend. When they did; Beth rested her chin in her left palm and set her elbow on top of Nick's head. I could not see his face but Nick didn't seem to miss a beat. She then again draped her arm around him as they started off towards us. As I stared at my beaming son being dwarfed and almost engulfed by the beautiful, long-legged teen with the bulging, wobbling T-shirt I was barely cognizant of Tina asking me, "Could you please help her for us?"

 

 

That did not strike me as a good idea. I no longer knew Beth that well; and certainly not as well as her friends did. I was also fairly certain that they were not completely on the right track regarding Beth's "problem". There was probably more to it.

 

 

I was also not comfortable with the idea of ever meeting Beth one-on-one for any reason. My wife would never understand despite the most noble or platonic of intentions on my part. The fact that my wife probably still did not know that our former babysitter, Beth, had developed from a cute, flat-chested, scrawny, 50", waif into a cute, busty, long-legged, six-foot BABE in the two or so years since she last saw her would not help my case. I could just imagine how my wife would react to seeing me alone chatting with a Beth that was about two inches taller and at least two cup-sizes bigger than her. If you then add the possibility that my wife would discover that I had known about Beth for months; but did not tell her -- I'd be dead!

 

 

Chapter III

 

 

In September Nick and I ran into Beth again at the park. It had been about four months since I had last seen Beth. The two of them had stayed in occasional contact. As far as I could tell, Nick had still not told his Mom about the "new" Beth. Nick rarely ever talked about Beth to my wife or to me. However, it was obvious that Nick had become infatuated with Beth. This was a huge contrast with how he had always teased her and taken her for granted when she sat for him. Beth had always liked him, despite his teasing, even when she used to sit for him.

 

 

Once again our park encounter was a chance meeting that had possibly been pre-arranged between the two of them. As I mentioned, it had been about four months since I had last seen Beth. I was again impressed by how "big" Beth had become. She definitely seemed even taller than before. Her

 

T-shirt definitely seemed even more stuffed than before: probably another cup-size more stuffed. I also noted that she must have been working-out some.

 

 

Nick mentioned that Beth was thinking of playing basketball this year. Until seven months ago; I had always pictured Beth as more of a jockey than as a basketball player. I guessed that since being recruited for the team; Beth would have been working out. Although Beth had started to put on some meat, to my appreciation, Beth still had virtually no butt. But, what little she did have appeared nicely rounded and compact.

 

 

As I continued to scan down her beautiful body I was saddened to see, however, that this time Beth had a large, hinged brace covering much of her magnificent left leg. It was still wonderful to see so much tanned skin between the tattered tufts of her cut-off jeans and the top of her socks on her right leg, however. Beth explained that she had twisted her knee after landing awkwardly after stuffing a basketball. I am only 5'8" and have no delusions of ever stuffing a basketball. On a good day, in her youth, my wife could stuff one once in a while.

 

 

Beth and Nick exchanged the usual Nick-suffocating hug. I always imagined myself in his place for those -- and then I sigh. Beth then sat down and we reviewed her accident and the rest of the news.

 

 

One thing that I found both fascinating and a bit disappointing was when Beth explained how when the doctor took x-rays of her knee he said that he could tell that she probably would only grow another couple of inches taller. Beth said that the doc told her that most bones have specific growth areas and that it is not the whole bone that grows longer. He told Beth that doctors could see changes in these areas on x-ray when their growth is stopping. Apparently her legs were just about done growing. He told her that the rest of her growth would occur in her spine and would be only another couple of inches or so.

 

 

Beth told us that she was very relieved by this. She said that even though she noticed that her height growth had slowed considerably since winter she was still getting concerned. The day of her accident (10 days previous) she said that she was measured at 73.5" (186.7cm) by the folks in the Emergency Room. "I was really glad to hear him say that because I'm afraid that I'm getting much too big," she said. There was no way that I was going to comment on that. Nick just continued staring with his mouth gaping. Luckily, Nick does not drool ... much.

 

 

Beth went on to say, "I hated always being the smallest. I never thought that I'd ever be 5'0" let alone 5'4" like my Mom. I started getting asked out by boys at about 5'0". When I was 5'6" I became taller than the guy that I was dating. That was weird! He broke up with me soon after that.

 

But, then I thought that it would be even weirder to be the same height as you, Mr. L. (5'8"). My Dad freaked when I passed him at 5'9". Then I wanted to be the same size as your wife (5'10"). When I became 5'10" I thought that it would be cool to be the same height as my biggest brother

 

(5'10.5"). When I first saw you and Nick last February I was about 5'11" but I still thought that six-foot would never happen. I actually didn't want it to happen. In a way, for a while, I thought that being 6-foot might be cool but since guys had stopped asking me out when I became about 5'10" I knew that no one would ask out a 6-foot teenage girl. I had outgrown most of the guys at school by then. Like I said, I had mixed feelings about ever becoming 6'. When I reached 6-foot this summer I became scared about growing any bigger. Sometimes I felt so awkward; especially in a crowd at school. I was taller than almost everyone that I knew. I was also taller than Liv Tyler, Kathy Ireland, Elle McPherson, Claudia Schiffer, and Rachel Hunter and was as tall as Brooke Shields. The only woman that I knew of that was attractive and taller than me was Gabriel Reece, the volleyball player/model. I certainly did not want to be taller than Gabby Reece at 6'3"!!"

 

 

I was mesmerized by Beth's litany of heights and the comparisons with the other women (Rachel and Claudia happen to be personal favorites). I had actually just recently seen one of the new yogurt commercials with Gabby Reece and loved it! I could just imagine how much more yogurt they could sell if they had used "before" and "after" shots of my cute, busty babysitter instead of the beautiful but more modestly chested Ms. Reece. My mind's eye also flashed an image of Beth comparing sizes with the obviously smaller Rachel and Claudia!

 

 

After a few minutes Nick went to get some food and sodas. Beth immediately began to fidget and seemed to have something weighing on her mind. I tried to make her feel as comfortable as possible. I was a bit preoccupied, however, because I was having trouble hiding my own body's reaction to Beth's incredible figure and cute face. She has looked more and more awesome each of the last few times that I've seen her. Just since February, Beth had grown over two inches taller and had swelled at least two cup-sizes bigger. Unfortunately for me, unlike previous occasions, this table had a very transparent top. Beth apparently noticed my unsuccessful attempts to cover up. She got very quiet for a moment, and then she suddenly took the bull by the horns.

 

 

"Do you think that I'm a freak, Mr. L.? The boys in my class think that I'm a freak."

 

 

"Why no of course not, Beth. You are a terrific young lady."

 

 

"Why won't they ask me out?"

 

 

"Well ... um ..."

 

 

"I mean, I know that I've changed some since they've first met me at this school but, so have all of the other girls ... although ... maybe not as much as me. Why don't guys like tall girls?"

 

 

"I am sure that there are lots of guys in your school that like you, Beth. Most guys your age are just shy. Sometimes it's just a macho phase."

 

 

"Some guys at school do seem to like me but they are all older. Some are seniors. Seniors are very pushy when they date. I'm not ready for that yet. My parents have only approved of my dating since I turned 16 last month."

 

 

"Well, you're right to not let any guy get too pushy on a date."

 

 

"It's really great to find someone who I like and who likes taller girls." I should have seen what was coming next but I didn't.

 

 

"Yeah, ... um ... finding the right person is always great." I cautiously intoned.

 

 

"You must like tall women, Mr. L. Nick once showed me an old photo album of yours. He said that all of the pictures in there were of your old girlfriends. I noticed that all of them were taller than you were. Also, Mrs. L. is taller than you." Note to myself -- hide that album better!

 

 

"Well, it's important to understand that I would love Mrs. L. no matter how tall or short she was. I didn't date her for her height." I am a poor liar. I do love my wife but I did first notice her height all of those years ago.

 

 

"Do you like me, Mr. L.?" Uh, oh! Mayday!! Mayday!!

 

 

"Of course, so does Nick, and my wife, your friends, and lots of other people. We've always liked you. You're a great kid."

 

 

"You mean that you like me exactly as much now as you did when I used to sit for Nick?"

 

 

"Of course! We all do." Danger Will Robinson!

 

 

Beth now began to fidget a bit in her chair. She slowly swung both her good and braced leg out from under the table. I tried hard not to stare at them. But, they're so long, and nicely thin, and ... awesome. Unfortunately, while not staring at her legs I found myself staring at her bountiful breasts as they cyclically stirred beneath her overmatched T-shirt. She must have been getting more nervous because they beautifully demonstrated the fact that the pace of her breathing had quickened. I'm sure that mine did too.

 

 

Beth then said, "You mean to tell me that there is absolutely no difference in how you feel about me now as you did three years ago".

 

 

"Exactly. You're still a very intelligent, kind, and sweet young lady."

 

 

"So, even though I've grown up ... a little ... you don't feel any different about me. You feel exactly the same, like nothing has changed." Did she really say, "a little????"

 

 

"Right. ... Why would I? ... Nothing has changed as far as we're concerned." I should have stopped talking after my first word.

 

 

"I see!" she snapped. Beth leaned forward. I then watched in terror as she purposefully crossed her arms beneath her bulging T-shirt and lifted slightly. I say -- "terror" -- because I was trapped in an extremely awkward discussion with an incredibly attractive young woman. A young woman for whom I cared but for whom I could not care for in any way other than a paternal one. Beth seemed to not have a similar burden of conscious. She squared her gaze at me and continued, "I must say that I am happy that you feel that way. ... But ... I'm also ... disappointed." Abandon ship!! May Day!!

 

 

"Maybe I should go and see what's keeping Nick." I stood up. OOPS!

 

 

To my horror I could tell that Beth had instantly noticed what I had been trying to hide from her.

 

 

"Wait! Wait!" she implored. "Before you do let me ask you something." Beth then knelt down in front of me onto her good knee. She also hunched over a bit. She then fiddled with the already tied laces of her sneaker. While down like that Beth glanced at the bulge in the front of my pants.

 

She then coyly looked up at my face. The top of her head came up to just above my navel. Beth then said, "Remember how only three years ago I only came up to here on you? I certainly remember because back then I could see how easily your pants draped straight down from your belt in front. But ... something's changed now ... hasn't it, Mr. L.?"

 

 

I was never before so embarrassed or scared. Beth then added to the pressure. "That was never there back then. Something has definitely changed with you over the last few years, Mr. L.". Beth's smile became a bit more crooked. She then continued, "That's OK, Mr. L., a few things have changed a bit with me since back then too".

 

 

Beth then slowly started to stand up out of her kneeling crouch. Whether she knew exactly what she was doing or not -- she poured it on without mercy. As Beth slowly began to rise she said, "Apparently you have not noticed, Mr. L., but a few years ago I finally started to grow-up." The top of her head was now approaching my chest as she continued to slowly rise. "But you see, I didn't grow just a tiny little bit and then stop; like I had always done before. Nope! This time I continued to grow. Then I grew some more ... and then some more, and then more and ... More ... and ... MORE!" Beth was now up to my chin. "I don't know why, Mr. L., but I just kept growing! I just kept getting bigger ... and ... Bigger ... and ... BIGGER!" She was approaching the level of my nose.

 

 

She paused for a second to adjust her brace. She grinned. Her smile was becoming more confident, almost dominant. She then resumed – slowly rising up and up again before me.

 

 

She also continued whispering, "I know that you would never have guessed what was happening to me or the big changes that I was experiencing. You just told me that you haven't noticed anything different about me since three years ago. Therefore, that means that in your mind; nothing has happened to me." She sounded upset.

 

 

"Strangely, however, I've gone through tons of clothes in the last few years. I never used to wear shorts because guys would laugh -- I had such short, little, toothpick legs. But, Mr. L., I know that you don't realize it but because I was growing sooo fast and grooowing soooo much; my parents refused to buy me any more jeans. I had to turn my old ones into cut-offs. But, you know what? After a little while I noticed that the guys really didn't seem to mind having to look at my legs. Imagine their surprise when my legs were becoming longer than their legs. Mr. L., I know you didn't notice but while I was growing soooo much over the past couple of years; I've actually almost doubled the inseam length of my pants. But, you know what's strange? My waist and bum haven't gotten much bigger at all. That's why I can still wear my old jeans as cut-offs! In fact, it's a weird coincidence, and you probably don't care; but my waist is the same size as my inseam used to be -- 22 inches!"

 

 

Beth was now almost up to my eyes ... and was still rising. She continued, "It's weird though that so many other people have noticed how much BIGGER I've gotten. In fact, I'm bigger than most people that I know: my parents, my brothers, and my neighbors. There are only a few guys in school that are taller than I am. And they are all seniors so they're not growing anymore; but I am". She winked.

 

 

"In fact, someone makes a comment almost every day about how much I've grown since they've last seen me. According to our wall chart at home, I once grew an inch-and-a-half in a single month. But apparently, you wouldn't have noticed that. I mean, you've certainly never said anything to me to indicate that you've noticed how ... big ... I've gotten." Beth slowed her ascension a bit as she approached eye-to-eye level with me.

 

 

While eye-to-eye, Beth then paused and affected a killer pout and an equally effective little girl, Shirley Temple voice and said, "So, how come you haven't noticed that I've grooowwwn soo soo much and have become soo soo BIG, Mr. L.?" She moved in a little closer toward me. "I know,

 

Mr. L.! Maybe it's because I still haven't grown enough for you to notice me. That's it! I'm still not big enough for you. Well, I can fix that! You'll see, ... I'll just have to groooowww some mooooore ... and ... become ... even ... biiiiigger!" she said -- still using her Shirley Temple voice. Beth continued to slowly rise.

 

 

In a few moments Beth was fully erect (and so was I).

 

 

Beth towered over me by good five-and-a-half to six inches. At that point my little babysitter could have easily leaned toward me a bit more and rested her nose, or maybe even her chin, on the top of my head. She didn't try to do that, however. Probably because standing, as we were, the tops of the two beautiful bulges in her wonderfully bloated, plain white T-shirt lay just to either side of my chin. We must have been quite the sight as we stood together in the park like that. Thank goodness no one that knew Beth, my wife, or me saw us.

 

 

Anyway -- I was awestruck -- not only by how much Beth towered over me but also by how much she was bulging out at me! I cyclically glanced down at the busty bookends cradling my chin and then up into her cute face and then back down again. Beth then looked straight ahead and blurted, "Mr. L.! Where'd you go?" She then took a step back, looked down at me, grinned, and said, "Oh, there you are Mr. L.! Where have you been hiding? I couldn't see you. You had me worried."

 

 

I was far too enraptured to say anything. She continued, "A few years ago when I would stand in front of you like this; all I would see was your stomach; and you probably couldn't even notice me at all as I stood down there. Now, you say that you still don't notice anything different about me. But, now you are here, and I am again right in front of you -- and, now I can only guess at what two things about me that you are NOT seeing when you look ahead down there". She then affected a big sigh that caused her huge, warm, firm, jutting breasts to briefly mash up against my chin. As effective as that maneuver was, it apparently still did not elicit the effect that she desired. She was up to something specific. But, what?

 

 

Beth took a step back, slowly raised both arms above our heads, and arched her back. At that point I saw one of the greatest sights in my life! The bottom edge of her overmatched white T-shirt suddenly popped out from behind the waistband of her cut-off jeans. As it did – the bottom edge sprang upward and briefly flashed the lower half of her bountiful breasts before it settled to a point just below them. Beth noticed that I had noticed. She then affected a yawn and stretched even higher and arched even more. As she did, the lower edge slowly rose higher and higher relative to its bulbous backdrop!

 

 

I could barely contain my awe. She continued -- "I know that you say that you haven't noticed; but not only did most of me grow upwards a bit but two parts of me also grew outwards a bit. In fact, it's kind of weird but as my height has slowed; the growth of other things has accelerated." I know that I must have turned bright red with heavenly embarrassment. Beth then placed her hands her hips and again closed the distance between us. She then said, "Most guys, when they're down there, standing in front of me, at least over the last year or so anyway; seem to notice something. Some just sigh, most seem to sweat a lot, and some might even make comments about what they see. But, you, Mr. L., you say that you don't notice anything at all!"

 

 

Beth then regrouped and said, "Maybe you just need some contrast for all of that boring, plain whiteness down there! Maybe then you could notice something". I could not see her hands but Beth must have slowly tugged down on the recently freed bottom of her T-shirt. I deduced this because to my delight the shirt became even more taut, more threadbare. Slowly the v-shaped neckline unveiled more and more wonderfully ballooned breast-flesh and an increasingly cavernous cleavage.

 

 

Just like when Beth was performing the maneuver where she pretended to slowly "grow" taller right before my eyes a few moments ago; she must have practiced this maneuver because it was perfect. She made it appear as if her breasts were growing ever larger right before my eyes! I couldn't help but marvel that they were probably still growing in real-life too!

 

 

I so wanted to just bury my face in those firm, lusciously plump, pert breasts -- but I couldn't. I knew that I would never forgive myself.

 

 

Beth seemed increasingly frustrated by my inaction. She stopped tugging and, after a moment, released the bottom edge of the shirt. Both the shirt and her breasts sprang back up into their original positions. The resulting initial sudden shift in all of that mammary mass was then followed by some equally impressive after-shocks.

 

 

Beth then said, almost angrily, "I believe that, unlike YOU, other guys really do see something down there. In fact, since early last winter, those two things that YOU don't see, are just about ALL that I can see down there". I could not help but to stare at the huge, young, firm bosom still quivering from the show (and also heaving with each of her annoyed breaths). Beth then touched her index finger to my chin and lifted it so that I looked up into her big, blue eyes blazing down at me. She then continued, "That is why I have to bend down to check my shoe laces. In fact, right now, standing together like this; I can't even tell if YOUR laces are tied. Our shoes are just too far down and there is just too much of me in the way"!!

 

 

Beth had really been hammering away at my will power. In fact, she had, in the last few minutes, very effectively, struck home on each of my favorite fantasy themes. Despite her age and inexperience -- she was probably well aware of it too. I was weakening badly.

 

 

Beth became more frustrated than ever and seemed to be on the verge of aggression. Her voice began to quiver, "Mr. L., I know that you say that you haven't noticed any changes at all in little ol' me over these last few years. But, Mr. L., ... standing here now, ... standing here as we are -- can you honestly tell me that you can see our shoes, ... even yours when you try to look down? Oh! Wait! ... Strike that! ... Since I'm standing in front of you; and you can't see any changes in me, then, of course, you must be seeing the top of my head waaay down there around your belly button". Beth started to stammer. "And ... if you can't ... and if you can't ... I mean, if you DON'T see any shoes or the top of my head, ... then, ... might that just be ... might that just be ... that ... that ... maybe ... it's because I've somehow ... over the last few years ... for some reason ... I've been growing taller and Taller ... and ... swelling bigger and Bigger! ... And, ... growing more and More and MORE! ... And, ... and now ... so that ... NOW, I could eventually become

 

... AN UNAPPRECIATED SIXTEEN YEAR-OLD AMAZON WITH A HUGE RACK"!?!?

 

 

I couldn't take it any more!

 

 

Chapter IV

 

 

I collapsed into the chair -- exhausted. Except for the throbbing, aching bulge in my pants, I felt totally drained of life. I felt like I had just been in a marathon but instead of running; I was dragged behind my penis as someone else (i.e. Beth) kept pushing it to go harder and faster.

 

 

Beth gazed down at me. I was frightened. Then suddenly she no longer appeared dominant. She looked mortified -- as if she had just killed me. Her entire composure had changed. She took a moment, looked up into the sky, paused for a few more moments, and sighed. With her sigh, the last remnants of Beth the big, aggressive, wonderfully built tigress melted away. The persona that now stood before me was my old babysitter.

 

 

Beth then absolutely floored me. "Thank you, Mr. L.", she whispered softly.

 

 

"For what, Beth?" I weakly and cautiously inquired.

 

 

Beth sat down and began to softly weep. "Thank you for making me NOT feel like a freak ... or a fool ... and for making me feel good about what most other people don't take the time to see about me ... and for making me feel pretty even though you really can't".

 

 

"I think the world of you and your family, Mr. L. That friendship means more to me than anything! Thank you for putting up with a childish fantasy. Thank you for somehow not allowing me to see it through but also not ruining it for me either. I guess that I wanted you to care for me more, ... er, I mean ... differently now because I'm finally growing up. I've had a crush on you since I first started sitting for Nick. I should have known that you're a good friend; and having you as a good friend is more important, and more permanent, than a crush".

 

 

I gave her my handkerchief. She wiped her tears as we sat in silence for a few moments. There was still no sign of Nick.

 

 

"It's really silly. I probably shouldn't tell you, because I really like Mrs. L., but; even though I hadn't seen you for a while, as soon as I started to finally grow I got excited. Not just because of all of the 'short stuff' jokes but because I knew that it was my only chance at ever having you. As I grew I wanted to become bigger than Mrs. L. but I knew that that would never happen because I was so small and my parents aren't very tall. Over time, however, as I approached Mrs. L.'s size; I fantasized that something happened, nothing bad, and she left. I then thought that somehow you would find out that I was no longer just a little girl. I never said anything to Nick on the phone about me because I didn't know how he would react. He used to tell me how much he was growing but I never admitted that I had shot right past him. Anyway, ... in my fantasy, after you found out that I was growing-up so much, you would then find me. I would then replace Mrs. L. I'd take care of both you and Nick. I guess that I foolishly thought that since you always seemed to like taller women, and married one, that you would eventually fall for me too. As time went on, I also figured that you would obviously like me more and more because I kept growing bigger and bigger."

 

 

Beth then took a deep breath. She seemed strangely relaxed and calm. She seemed to act as if all of her burdens had just been lifted.

 

 

I, on the other hand, braced myself. I was beginning to wonder if she was sincere about maintaining our friendship or whether she was actually gearing up for a Round Two. I had very mixed feelings about a possible Round Two of sexually laden teasing from Beth. I had never before known anyone so attractive and so willing and so "off limits".

 

 

Beth then said something that I wish that she hadn't said. On the surface it only seemed like the beginning of Round Two but it struck deeper than that. It became something that has consistently influenced most of my fantasies since she first said it.

 

 

It was a fantasy that I had only occasionally thought about from the time that I had first laid eyes on the extremely well developed version of Beth, my little babysitter, about seven months ago. But, as I said – it was only an occasional fantasy. However, now, because Beth had actually demonstrated it to me so effectively this day, and was about to verbally expand on it even further; it was now going to be a fantasy that would be indelibly stamped on whatever part of my brain is in charge of fantasies. Not good for a happily married man who wanted to stay that way.

 

 

Chapter V

 

 

What Beth said was -- "Mr. L., I lied when told you earlier that I did not want to be as tall as Gabby Reece, and that I was afraid of becoming 'too big'. Well, actually, the truth is -- until we set the record straight a few minutes ago -- I really wanted to keep growing and growing until I became as big as you would want me to be."

 

 

"Growing so much so fast has been kind of weird and sometimes scary but -- when I pretended that I was doing it for you -- then, I actually loved grooowwwing! It was really kind of a rush at times. Sometimes I felt kind of jazzed when I would grow out of something or tick-off another inch on our growth chart! I would have done anything and everything that I could in order to keep on growing taller and swelling bigger until I made you happy; and you were mine!"

 

 

She continued -- "Mr. L., when I sat for Nick did you ever imagine that your 'Little Beth', me, would ever be as tall or as BIG as I am now?" I didn't dare say a word. Until this past February I had never fantasized about Beth at all. Since then, however, I have to admit that she had entered into the occasional daydream.

 

 

"Well, Mr. L., can you imagine me becoming even ... bigger? According to that doctor I will probably reach Gabby at 6'3". I never imagined until maybe last Christmas that I would ever be six feet tall! Until that doctor told me that I had only a couple of inches left to grow; I was beginning to wonder if I would reach seven feet some day! Don't laugh but I once thought that it would be really cool if I just kept growing and Growing and GROWING!" she nervously laughed. She seemed almost maniacal at the thought. "I'd just keep swelling bigger and bigger until I was big enough ... don't laugh ... big enough so that your head would only come up to about my belly button just like my head used to only come up to your belly button! Isn't that silly, Mr. L.? I mean, think about it -- even if my breasts didn't grow any bigger than they are now -- if I were to grow that tall -- about eight-feet; I would not be able to see over them to see you whenever we hugged. I'd have to be really careful whenever I would walk around the house. I would never want to hurt you ... unless ... maybe ... if you'd want me to!" Beth blushed. She embarrassed herself.

 

 

"Still, ... wouldn't it be totally cool to have me that big? My ex-boyfriend would have a cow if I grew that big! He just couldn't deal with me growing bigger than him. At first I was hurt that it bothered him. Eventually I became so angered by his attitude that I started to tease him -- he hated it when I would pat him on top of his head. That was over six inches ago. Imagine what I could do to him now ... or ... um ... for you!" She then flashed me an incredibly wicked grin. "I'm a quick learner and a very open-minded beginner. I've also developed much bigger ... um ... talents since back then."

 

 

"I had been growing really fast but lately I've slowed. Mr. L., imagine for a minute: in order for me to ever reach eight-feet I would have to start growing fast again -- even faster -- otherwise it would take too long. And really, if that happened, how would we keep me in clothes? Clothes that size would be very expensive. Bigger sizes usually are. I know! For example, Mr. L., you wouldn't believe how much my Mom had to pay for this bra. What's worse; it’s already getting too small – soon I'll have to get an even bigger one. When I do it'll be the third increase since getting a D-cup in February."

 

 

"Most guys seem to like women with big breasts -- I hate the words 'boobs' or 'titties', don't you, Mr. L.? -- Well, anyway, since I would guess that Mrs. L. is only a B/C cup, then you probably aren't that interested in BIG breasts. Are you?" I tried to keep a poker face. "Know how I guessed that she's a B/C?" Beth inquired.

 

 

Beth was incorrect about my preferences but correct about my wife. However, I was not sure that I wanted to know how Beth knew.

 

 

"I got pretty good at guessing sizes up through DD. I've already gone through all of those -- and more -- but I seldom see anyone bigger than a D around here. I try to save at least one bra of each size -- they're, like, souvenirs. I sometimes play with them. Whenever I would grow into a new size I'd use the new bra to fill water balloons to the same size. I've got a bunch of balloons lined up on my closet shelf. It's a private joke for Tina and me. No one else has figured out what they represent. Sometimes Tina, she's a B, would come over and we'd put them into one of my bras. Tina would then wear them under her shirt for a while so that she could see what they felt like and what she'd look like. I hate to admit it; but sometimes it's a real kick listening to her tell me about how huge I'm getting! Still, ... it'd be a lot more ... um ... exhilarating if a man would tell me that!"

 

 

"A couple of times this past year I hardly had a chance to break in some of my new bras before I would swell-up some more and have to move up to the next size. I swear -- sometimes in school or in bed -- I could actually feel them growing. Until last fall, I could wear lots of different styles because I could borrow bras from some of my friends. That changed sometime last winter when my height slowed and my breasts started to grow much faster. For example, Mr. L., when you saw me after Nicky's party I was only barely a D. Since then I've already grown-up more than two cup-sizes! Unfortunately, now bras are getting really hard to find in my size -- and they are so expensive! No one else that I know wears my size so I'm stuck with wearing only what my parents buy for me. It was almost impossible to find me a sports bra! Overall, though, I'm certainly not complaining!"

 

 

"Unlike my height, I don't think that the docs can tell me how much bigger my chest is going to get. A bra that is too small is not very comfortable but -- I have to admit -- it feels luscious each time my breasts swell big enough to begin to spill out the sides of one. It also makes Tina, like, sooo jealous! In fact, it feels so scrumptious that I almost feel disappointed when I don a bra that fits -- no matter how BIG it is. Growing out of a bra gives me a very exciting feeling of powerful femininity. Like I said before: I like to grow! Until a few years ago I'd never felt powerful about anything! It's fun! In fact, sometimes I'll stand in front of my mirror and pose: other times I'll just stare. I sometimes can't believe that it's really me that I'm looking at – ALL me! I wonder why I got so lucky. Maybe God decided to give me extra bonus points because I had so little for so long."

 

 

"I'll be so devastated if I wake-up short and flat tomorrow and discover that these past few years have only been a dream!" Beth then stood and turned to give me a profile view. "This body doesn't look like a dream to you ... does it, Mr. L.?"

 

 

While still in profile; she then leaned over a bit and slowly ran her fingers, starting from her good knee, up and up along the backside of her wonderfully long thigh. As she did so she said, "I just hope that my thighs and my bum don't ever get too big -- especially when I really start working out with the team." As her fingers reached her stomach she then brought them forward and traced the outline of her bountiful bust. As she did; she asked me, "You don't think that I've become ... tooo

 

biiig ... already ... do you Mr. L.?" I could only stare in mute silence.

 

 

Beth then held up her flexed right arm demonstrating a modest bit of a biceps bump. "I wouldn't mind if these grow a little bigger though", she grinned and sat down.

 

 

Since I had collapsed into the chair I had not said a word. I was too afraid to say anything. I did not want to encourage her -- but part of me did not want to discourage her either. We sat for a moment in silence. There was still no sign of Nick.

 

 

Beth sighed again, smiled sweetly, and gently clasped my hand within hers. "But I know that you care too much for me as a friend to pay any attention to any of that stuff. I should have known that none of that was really important to you. I want you to know how important our friendship is to me. Thank you."

 

 

I was again stunned. I did not know what to say. Fortunately, I did not have to say anything. Beth got up, kissed me on the forehead, and asked me to tell Nick, "I'll call him tomorrow".

 

 

That afternoon certainly did not end up the way that I had dreamt. However, I was sincerely happy that Beth and I would have a nice, platonic friendship from then on. However, I'll be the first to acknowledge that, in a way, it was an anticlimactic ending for an incredible day. Life is sometimes like that.

 

 

I have to admit that, despite my best efforts; I think almost daily about when Beth pretended to grow taller and bustier right in front of me that afternoon. I also can't stop thinking about what she said about her wanting to keep on growing just to please me. No one I know can ever know, or could ever appreciate, how incredible that day was for me. I'm embarrassed to admit, however, that I sometimes wonder to myself if she would ever be willing to do it again.

 

The End