Surprise, Surprise!

by drsynn

A YEAR AGO

“Welcome, Mr Forrester. How was your trip?”

“Quick, comfortable, couldn’t ask for anything better”, Charlie Forrester replied. He was a man in his mid-thirties, suntanned, wearing khaki trousers and a black blazer. He had an air of youthfulness, standing 6’3” tall, with thick, dark hair, and the broad shoulders of a swimmer, he commanded attention by his mere presence. His quick smile and easy charm made him extremely likable. He was a very successful venture capitalist, thanks to his background in engineering and eye for good ideas. “I have to say, I love coming up to Seattle, Dr McCormack.”

“Yes, lovely city. Usually gloomy, but I see you brought us some sun”, the skinny man chuckled.

“So, how’s the project coming along?”

“Well, after the new Clone Law forced us to rethink the business plan, we’ve come up with a very interesting scheme. We’ll go over the figures later, but if you follow me I’ll give you the main points before getting down to numbers. Can I get you some coffee?”

“Yes, please. Black, no sugar. So, from your last e-mail I understand some of the ideas we were talking about look good?”

“Indeed. Come this way.” The two men walked down a white corridor, past a few offices and labs with banks of computers. ClonGen was a startup that had begun operations in 2011, funded on the most part by Gatwick & Forrester, Charlie’s firm. They had developed a technique to clone humans and make the bodies mature at a very accelerated rate while keeping their nervous systems in a ‘pristine’ state. The clones never developed consciousness, so most ethical issues could be circumvented. The selling point was that they had developed a technique to transfer a person’s consciousness to the clone body. It promised extended life, as one needed only to get a new clone and download his consciousness to the new body. The company was set to make profit of billions.

But Congress got in the way. Conservative lobbyists managed to get through a law that required clones to have a set lifespan of only two years. This was seen as an effort to avoid an ultra-long lived elite, as well as yielding to some of the conservative sectors of society. When the Clone Law came into place in 2015, ClonGen’s team was dismayed. While selling two additional years of life was certainly a great business, their whole sales model was based on clients paying enormous amounts of money over periods of decades. Almost like mortgages. With the costs of running the operation, it was the only way to make the business attractive enough. However, Tom Gatwick, Charlie’s partner, had gotten together a team of advisors and made it a personal mission to steer the company towards profitability. And out of one such meeting, the new idea was born.

Charlie and Dr McCormack arrived to a large meeting room. Both men sat down, while a young lady poured two coffees and then left. “You see Mr Forrester, after those grueling sessions with Mr Gatwick, we came up with an idea that works. How is he doing, by the way?”

“Tom? Oh, he’s fine. You know him, he’s desperate to be up and walking again. I told him to relax and take it easy, but he’s keen on getting back on his feet.”

“Well, a femur fracture is a big deal. I can imagine how he feels, though. What was he doing, again? Surfing?”

“Snowboarding. And yeah, he’s getting in everybody’s hair. Doctors say he should be out of the cast in another couple of weeks.”

“Good. Anyway, as I was telling you, we came up with a good way of marketing our clones. You see, Mr Forrester, we discovered a way of introducing small modifications in the gene sequences of the cloned bodies, which would allow for a great degree of variation.”

Charlie was silent for a few seconds. Then he smiled. “I don’t think I follow, Doctor.”

“OK, let me put it this way: we have the means of modifying the clone in a variety of parameters. Mr Forrester, how much would you pay to be, say, taller?”

After a moment’s thought, Charlie smiled again. “Well, I’m tall as it is, but I see where you’re going. So, the clones could be taller, stronger, and so on?”

“They can be taller, stronger, slimmer, fatter, shorter. You could be blond and blue-eyed, or of a completely different race. Would you like to be black, Mr. Forrester? It can be done. Would you like to be tall enough to play in the NBA? That, too. Would you like to have the bulk of an NFL linebacker? Possible.”

“Wow”, said Charlie. And a moment later, “Wow. That’s... incredible. And forgive the understatement.”

Dr McCormack smiled. “Isn’t it? We’ve envisioned a different business model. Now, people will come to us wanting to experience life as... themselves, only different.”

“And what happens when the clone… expires?”

“Well, that’s where our partnership with CryoGen comes into play. They’ve developed a way to keep the, er, empty bodies frozen in stasis. After two years, when the clone body is about to expire, we return the consciousness to the original body.”

“There’s certainly a universe of possibilities!” Charlie’s mind was already building a number of scenarios. The market was endless. People who daydreamed about being taller, if only for a day, would be ecstatic at the prospect of being taller for a couple of years. Sure, going back would be a bit of a shock, but that would be a big incentive for them to do it again. And, the more cloned bodies out there, the more would people come to accept it, and eventually they just might be able to successfully push for the Clone Law to be repealed. To be taller, he thought, his mind drifting towards Helen, his girlfriend. She was very beautiful, smart, a joy to be with. She was also 4’10”, and while Charlie didn’t mind the difference in size at all, he also knew she occasionally wished they could be closer in size. Now, he loved her just the way she was, but....

“Say, Doctor”, Charlie said, coming out of his internal musings, “you said you could make people shorter?”

Dr McCormack nodded emphatically. “Oh, yes. Absolutely. A bit shorter, a lot, midget-sized, you name it. If human beings exist in that size, we can make it. Obviously, we couldn’t make someone smurf-sized, but certainly Mini Me size.”

Charlie smiled. He didn’t want to change his beautiful girlfriend, not in the least. But she daydreamed with both of them being closer in size, and he could deliver that. She’d love such a surprise. Yes, Charlie thought. Helen will definitely love it.

SEVEN MONTHS AGO

“I love it!”, exclaimed Helen, running her hands over the peach colored cashmere sweater.

“I knew you would”, said her friend Aoife, her thick Irish accent imbuing her every word with an undeniable charm. “That’s why I’m a professional shopper, see?”

Helen turned towards her, her waves of honey colored hair flowing behind her head, framing her beautiful face. Her blue eyes sparkled, along with her smile. “And it fits perfectly! Oh, have I ever mentioned I love you?”

Aoife laughed. “It has happened, yes. Not to say I didn’t gev some thought to the color, but I think it goes excellent with your complexion. Ah, I just love buying noo clothes.”

“I wonder if Charlie will like it?”, Helen said as she turned back to the mirror.

“Aw, I’m sure he’ll love it. You look really sexy!”, said the Irish girl. “Where will he be now?”

“Oh, he’s up in Seattle again, but he’s coming back this evening”, Helen said distractedly, and then proceeded to take off the sweater.

“He does be going there a lot, eh? Trouble with a company?”

“Well, from what he tells me, one of the startups they have backed had to completely rework their business model after the clone legislation. He’s been going up there once a month for the last, I don’t know, three months.”

“Sound tiring, love. Here, hand me the jumper, I have to write down the sale code. Aha, there we go. So, you have plans for the evening, then.”

“Oh, yes. We’re going for dinner to that Chinese place you recommended when we were at Mark’s party. We liked it a lot! And then, I don’t know, probably dancing.”

“Club dancing? Or the fancy stuff you like?”

Helen and Charlie had been going to ballroom dancing classes for a while, now, and they both loved it. “Oh, no, plain clubbing tonight. There’s a ballroom dance next week, though. Wanna come?”, asked Helen teasingly, already knowing the answer.

“Oh, Lord, no, thank you very much! If I knew how the dance, maybe, and if I didn’t have to fend off armies of gits convinced they’re this generation’s Fred Astaire, that would also be lovely. Good thing you have a big man to protect you from those locusts!” Aoife was a very attractive package indeed. Redheaded, freckles in just the right amount, big blue eyes, and a slim body with soft curves. She was a part-time model, but really enjoyed more her job as a personal shopper - she loved the interaction with the clients, and, like many girls, simply loved giving makeovers.

Helen laughed merrily. “Yeah, Charlie does come in handy. I only wish there wasn’t such a big size difference between us!” Even when she was wearing heels, Helen only came up to her boyfriend’s chest. And she absolutely hated wearing heels! “I usually don’t mind, but every now and then - like when we go dancing - it’s just too much.”

“So, you wish your boyfriend were shorter?”

“Oh, no! I wouldn’t change a thing with him. And people can’t shrink, after all. I just wish I could be taller, that’s all.”

Aoife was silent for a couple of seconds. “You know, a client of mine works at this big Biotech firm in Berkeley. From what he was telling me, they have this new procedure where they can actually make adults grow.”

Helen considered this for a second. “Really? That sounds... like a load of bull”, she smirked.

“Maybe it is. But then again, many of the companies Charlie backs have crazy sounding schemes behind them and, well, look at this house we’re in! It proves some of them work!”

The flat Charlie and Helen lived in was a fantastic, 3000 square feet loft conversion, the style of which was common in cities like New York, but that in San Francisco benefited from the hills to give the property unbelievable views of the Bay and the city. Yes, Charlie was very successful, and his success came from backing these companies with the crazy ideas, as Aoife pointed out. “Well, yeah, good point. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have a chat with these people. Can you arrange something?”

Aoife smiled broadly. “For my best friend and favorite client? Of course!”

FIVE MONTHS AGO

“As you can see, Mr Forrester, the clone material is ready and we will begin growing the body next week”, said Dr McCormack, pointing out things on a screen which Charlie couldn’t really follow, but which he understood well enough to know that everything was on track. “It will take a few months to be ready, though.”

“That’s OK, Doctor. It’ll give us time to prepare.”

“Yes. Now, one thing I have to say, you asked us to make the clone 4’10”, which, I believe, is your girlfriend’s height?” After Charlie had nodded in assent, the doctor continued. “Well, at this stage it is still a bit inexact. Although we’re aiming for a 59” length - that is four feet and eleven inches - we are expecting a margin of error of 5% to either side.”

Doing a quick mental calculation, Charlie nodded. “I understand. That means the clone body could be anywhere between 4’8” and 5’2”, right?”

“Yes, indeed.”

“I guess that’s fine, the idea is for me to be closer to her in size. Right now there’s a gap of sixteen inches. Reducing that to two inches, either way, will be a very pleasant surprise for her, I’m sure. Now, let’s talk about the logistics...”

THREE MONTHS AGO

Helen was sitting in a sunny office in a converted warehouse in Berkeley. The person behind the big desk was a man of about fifty, who seemed to be smiling all the time. “Yes, Ms Gasset, after running the analysis, we think you’re a prime candidate for the protocol”, he said with a hint of held-back enthusiasm.

“That’s great, Dr Zheng”, she said, feeling the man’s enthusiasm. “Does that mean we can use your growth potion with me?”

The scientist chuckled. “Ah, yes, growth potion! We joke here, call it the Alice Serum, for Alice in Wonderland. Unfortunately it doesn’t work as fast!”

“I would guess not. So, let’s go back a bit and review everything, I want to understand exactly what will be going on.”

“Yes, yes! Curiosity is a good thing! Ok, Ok, what we have done so far is test your suitability to the protocol. Being a woman, you already had an advantage. So far we have been unable to make it work on men! Ok, then we tested for the relevant genetic markers, which you possess, and then we tied all of that with the scans and imaging we got from you. Ok so far?” He almost didn’t wait for Helen’s nod before continuing. “Now, we will tailor the specific protocol for your particular case. First step is for you to start taking the base reactants. We need to reach a specific build-up in your body. This will take around two months. Then, you will have to take the reactive, the Alice Serum itself. That’s just one big dose that will interact with the reactants. Mind you, it will happen over the course of one hundred hours, give or take. That’s a bit over four days, during which I would advise you not to go out at all - the serum will modify your very structure, and it will be painful. Don’t worry, though. We will provide you with pain medication, but that’s exactly why we recommend you stay at home for the four days of the process. And I guess that’s it.”

Helen was speechless for a couple of moments, Dr Zheng’s tirade having left her almost physically winded. After clearing her head a bit, she looked at the scientist. “Wow. That sure was a lot. One thing you didn’t mention, though. What about final size?”

“Oh. Well, you requested five feet and ten inches, and we will aim for that. However, the process is far from exact. It would be like trying to predict a two-year-old kid’s adult height. It will mostly depend on variables that are to minute for us to manage. However, we are working with an expected range of anywhere between five-nine and five-eleven, maybe even a bit more.”

“I see. Well, if we can reasonably mention a height of around five-ten,” she said while Dr Zheng nodded vigorously, “that works for me. When do we get started?”

“Well, how about right now?”, said Dr Zheng with a broad smile, which was quickly mirrored by the petite Helen.

ONE MONTH AGO

“So, Dr McCormack, how’s my little body coming along?”, asked Charlie over the phone from his office overlooking Union Square.

“Well, it is still a couple of weeks away from being finalized, but so far we are very satisfied with it.”

“How tall is it?”, came the expectant question.

After a quick chuckle, Dr McCormack responded. “I can see you’re excited, Mr Forrester. If all of our clients are like you when we start offering the service commercially, this will be a success.” It was Charlie’s turn to chuckle, but he said nothing, still expecting an answer to his question. “Well, it is still too soon. The cloned body is merely thirty five inches long as of the last measuring, conducted... three hours ago. It won’t reach its final size for a further two weeks.”

“I see. Well, I think it’s time we start planning for the next step, don’t you think?”

“Certainly. Let me get Ms Boudreaux from customer relations on the line. She’s the one that will be dealing with this part of the service. Can you hold for a second?”

“I sure can”, said Charlie, savoring the feeling. He just loved giving surprises.

TWO WEEKS AGO

“This was a pleasant surprise”, said Helen hanging up the phone. “Charlie’s trip to Seattle next week couldn’t have come at a better time. It will let me take the Alice Serum while he’s gone, and surprise him when he gets back. He’s even going away for a week! It couldn’t have worked better.”

Aoife was sprawled on the couch, still tired from the bike ride they had just taken. Helen looked as if she had energy to bike again all the way to Sausalito and back. The Irish girl thought it was simply unnatural. “You are lucky, indeed. And why the fecking heavens aren’t you tired?! We just biked twenty bloody miles! Bitch.”

Helen smiled. “How did you call me?”, she said in mock indignation. “The nerve! I believe you need a lesson in manners, young lady.” She approached the couch and without pausing, jumped on top of Aoife and started tickling her.

“What...! What the...! Get off...! You little...!” Helen was strong for her size, and fit to boot, but Aoife was able to use her greater size to her advantage. Both girls fell to the floor, with the bigger Irish girl pinning her smaller friend down. “God, where do you get the energy!”, she said, before getting up and returning to the couch.

Helen was laughing hard. “Sorry, it’s just... my, your ass looks terribly cute in those bike shorts.” With that, she resumed laughing.

Aoife smiled at that. “Well, it is a nice pert bum, I have to say. Bitch.” And she exploded in laughter.

After a while, both of them calmed enough. Helen stood up, and stretched her back. “You know, we have to make plans for this surprise I have planned.” She started walking towards her room.

“What do you have in mind?”, asked the Irish girl, quickly catching up to her shorter friend, thanks to her longer stride. They reached the splendidly appointed bathroom at the same time, and Helen sat down on the bench by the tub while Aoife knelt down and started taking off her shoes and socks.

Helen removed her tight bike jersey, revealing a pair of cute, tiny breasts, barely an A-cup, but which looked absolutely perfect on her tiny frame. “Well, I’ll be taking the full dosage of the Alice Serum on Sunday evening, after Charlie’s left. I have to stay inside for the following four days, while the reactive works. I will be done growing by Thursday evening, but, obviously, none of my clothes will fit. I’ll need you to come here early on Friday and help me get some new clothes.”

Aoife had removed her bike shorts, and was standing on the middle of the bathroom, wearing her pink bra top and a black thong that exposed a smooth, pert behind that attested the years that she had spent playing tennis. “OK, I’ll be here early on Friday then. Any idea what size you’ll end up?”, she asked, removing her top and revealing a lovely pair of breasts, much larger than Helen’s, but not large by any measure, the kind of perky, medium breasts usually seen on print models.

Helen had stood up and had turned on the shower. She turned around to look at her friend, and removed her tiny bike shorts, revealing a perfectly waxed muff. “Well, the scientists said that it will be around five-ten, give or take an inch or so.”

The Irish lass removed her thong, displaying a nicely trimmed strip of red hair. She walked over to Helen, standing right in front of her, looking down. At 5’6”, she was no giant, and yet she was a good eight inches taller than her friend, who nonchalantly craned her neck a bit to look her friend in the eyes. “Then I guess I should enjoy this. Next Friday you’ll be taller than me!”

“Not by much, but yes”, agreed Helen with a broad smile. Then, holding the shower’s glass door open, she again turned to her redheaded friend. “After you!”

Aoife laughed heartily. “My, such manners! Oh, and you still have that green tea body wash! Great, I need a good rubbing with it.” She turned to her shorter friend, and smiled. “And so do you. Bitch.”

FIVE DAYS AGO

Monday morning at ClonGen saw a great deal of activity, which was not at all unusual for the young startup. However, the atmosphere that morning was abuzz with excitement. Charlie Forrester was not only one of the company’s biggest financial backers, but today he would become the first actual customer - until today, all the tests had been run on a few volunteers, and as such were managed more as experiments than as a real delivery of a service people would pay for. But today marked the day when the company just might start down the road to becoming a real business. And since all the employees had stock options, the excitement was more than understandable.

Charlie arrived at ClonGen’s site feeling a tiny bit nervous, but extremely excited at the thought of the surprise Helen would be getting. After signing in at the reception desk, he was met in the lobby by Dr McCormack. “Good morning, Mr Forrester. Ready for the little event?”

With a smile that was entirely unrelated to the good Doctor’s bad pun, Charlie nodded. “This is it, eh? I have to say, I’m a bit nervous, but hell, too late to turn back. Let’s do it.”

“Excellent”, said Dr McCormack. “Before we begin with the consciousness transfer, there’s a few things we need to go over with. Please, come with me.”

The two men walked together to a room that was behind the main labs where Charlie had been before. Inside the well-lit space, it was like a scene out of a sci-fi film. There, on a kind of pod with a glass cover, lying down among immaculately white sheets, was Charlie’s clone. He approached the pod silently, almost reverently. He looked at the figure, a strange feeling coursing through his body. He had refrained from looking or inquiring about the clone until this very moment, wanting the experience to be as pure as possible. What he saw in front of him was thrilling in a way. “It’s... it’s like looking in a mirror, only... not.”

“Yes, something along those lines has been mentioned by the volunteers during the experimental phase”, mentioned Dr McCormack. “Bear in mind, this isn’t someone who looks similar, not even a twin brother - assuming you had one - but actually yourself. A version of yourself.”

Charlie was silent for a few more minutes, then glanced at the doctor. “How tall is he?”

“He is thirteen hundred and twenty millimeters long, Mr Forrester. Or, to be clearer, fifty-two inches tall.”

A quick calculation made Charlie frown. “That’s four foot six, Doctor. I thought we were aiming for four-eight as a minimum.”

The Doctor wasn’t at all apologetic when he responded. “I know, Mr Forrester. However, I also mentioned that this was a very inexact process. I’m really sorry, but as we’ve discussed before, at present we don’t have the means to accurately determine and control the exact size of the clone.”

Charlie looked back at the body in the pod, pondering what he had been told. Not one to focus on the downside of an issue, he quickly dismissed the news. He wanted to surprise Helen by becoming closer in size to her - and four-six was a lot closer to her height than his current six-three. Plus, she would probably get a kick out of being the taller one for a change, if only by four inches. “OK, I guess it’s not that bad. How about the other modification I requested?”

“Done. We achieved better accuracy there. The full dimensions are two hundred and eighty by a hundred and fifty millimeters. That is-”

“I know, Doctor. I am an engineer, remember? I understand both systems. But, Ok, now what’s next?”

“Well we will be able to start the transfer in about an hour. They’re readying the equipment as we speak. But before, as I mentioned, I need to make you aware of a few points.”

“Go ahead”, instructed Charlie as he took seat in a small chair by the pod.

“Well, we will have to render you unconscious for the transfer. Now, you will regain consciousness in your new body, but the period during which you’ll be out, or as we call it, in a transfer coma, will last anywhere between twenty-four and forty-eight hours. OK so far?”

“Absolutely. I expected that, after reading the reports on the previous experiments. What else?”

“Well, if you read the reports, you know that we can’t get you back in your old body for at least three months, preferably four. This is in order to avoid sending the nervous system into shock. So, once you’re transferred to the clone, you are pretty much stuck there for a few months.”

“That’s cool. Anything else?”

“One last thing: to avoid any potential worries, we boosted the clone’s defenses and immune system. You will not fall sick while in your clone body, and in fact you will enjoy probably the best health in your life.”

“Let me tell you”, said Charlie, “that is an excellent idea. Great job, Doc!”

The Doctor smiled coyly. “Well, to be fair, that was one of the ideas that came from Mr Gatwick’s sessions.”

“Don’t be modest, Doctor. This is pure brilliance! Now, shall we get started?”

FOUR DAYS AGO

Helen was lying in bed, her mind fuzzy with the effect of the painkillers. Her body felt hot, almost feverish. While she felt no pain, she felt dull aches all over. And the nausea! Fortunately she kept drifting in and out of sleep. She was having weird dreams, in some she became a giantess destroying San Francisco; in others she was tiny like a bug, always at risk of being crushed by Charlie. In one, she had grown only a couple of inches, and in yet a different dream she and Aoife were the same size. In one brief moment of lucidity she sighed, remembering Dr Zheng had warned her about this part of the process. It was hell, so the end result better be worth it.

Aoife had called earlier, and Helen had only been able to chat with her for a minute or so before drifting off. Her mind was so cloudy she couldn’t even tell if the Alice Serum was working. She hoped it was. God, she really hoped it worked.

YESTERDAY

“Welcome back, Mr Forrester.” Charlie stirred, his eyes open, but everything was blurry, and dim. The voice was Dr McCormack’s. He tried to see where it was coming from, but he couldn’t make out more than blobs and blurs.

“Why can’t I see? Why is it so dark?”, croaked Charlie, his mouth feeling as drier than it felt during his worst hangover.

Dr McCormack’s voice came again. He was standing close by, that much Charlie could tell. “Your eyes are brand new, they have to adjust and focus. That’s why we also dimmed the lights, but don’t worry, you will gain normal vision within the hour. How do you feel?”

“I feel... normal. As if I had drunk a keg of beer and a case of vodka, and then been run over by a trailer, but normal.” And he did feel normal. But then he thought he couldn’t feel any different. This body’s size was normal for it, and lying in bed while semi-blind he had no frame of reference.

“That’s good. Don’t worry, it will all pass soon. Ah, here’s Nurse Bertetta. She’ll be administering the physical therapy - to get your muscles going.” Charlie couldn’t see the nurse very clearly, but he could make out that she was female, and blond. Very professionally, she checked all of his vitals, and after administering a couple of shots that Dr McCormack identified as stimulants that would help him gain full functionality sooner, she offered him a glass of water.

“It’s slightly warm, Mr Forrester”, she announced in a gentle manner, while she brought the cup to his lips. “We don’t want to shock your throat.” She then started massaging his legs and arms, as Dr McCormack excused himself, leaving Charlie and the nurse alone in the room. After a while she helped him to turn over, so she could do the same for his back and shoulder. Her hands were strong, and nimble. “I see - ow! - I see you have experience at -ow! - at this!”, said Charlie. His vision was clearer now, but all he could see was the floor beneath him and the wall in front of him. He could feel Nurse Bertetta’s hands smoothing out the kinks in his muscles, mostly painlessly. “Ow!”. Mostly.

“Oh, yes”, she said. “I learned from some of the best, right in Havana after the embargo was lifted four years ago.” She kept kneading his shoulders, exquisitely. “After that, I got a job with the Oakland Raiders. Believe me, massaging a linebacker after a tough game is as big a challenge as they come!”

“I can - ow! - imagine. It’s good that we can - ow! - get such talented pros here in ClonGen.”

Dr McCormack came back into the room. “How are you feeling, Mr Forrester? Nurse Bertetta treating you well?”

“I believe that’s her intention - ow! - yes. AAAAAARGH!!”

The nurse removed her elbow from in between Charlie’s shoulder blades, and then gave him a swift, soft pat on his towel-covered ass. “And we’re done. You’ve been a great patient, Mr Forrester. How’s your sight?”

Charlie turned over, and saw Nurse Bertetta for the first time. It was a great tribute to his composure that he didn’t just stay there, frozen, mouth agape. She was like a blond Gina Carano, right down to the muscular yet feminine arms. And the skirt of her nurse uniform showcased an amazing pair of legs. “My sight? Why, it is superb, thank you”, said Charlie, displaying his usual charming smile. The blonde beauty giggled demurely, and after handing him a pair of sweatpants and a robe, offered to help him to his feet. Charlie gently took her hand and stood up from the bed. The first couple of seconds he got a bit dizzy, and his legs trembled a bit, but it only took him an instant to gain his composure. He turned to face the helpful young lady. “Thank you, Nurse Ber-” Charlie was looking up at the gorgeous nurse, and his composure failed him for the first time. She was smiling down at him, somewhat bashfully, but with a predatory hint underneath. He quickly composed himself, and said “Er, how tall are you?”

“Oh, I’m just five-six, Mr Forrester”, she said gingerly. Charlie was amazed. A whole foot taller than him, at his current size. And still, it was less of a gap than what used to be between him and Helen. His thoughts turned then to the fact that she would now be four inches taller than him. It was something, but surely it wouldn’t be as intimidating as this girl was.

“Ah, Mr Forrester, so good to see you on your feet”, came Dr McCormack’s voice from behind him. He turned around and had to crane his neck further up. The good Doctor was around five-ten, a good five inches shorter than Charlie used to be - but now he towered over him. Charlie wasn’t feeling really comfortable, standing between the two giants. Had this been a bad idea? But no, the thought of surprising Helen with his new size was enough to send feelings of comfort and cheerfulness washing through his being.

Charlie smiled. “Yes. Yes! I think everything went smoothly, don’t you?”

“So it seems. As you know, as a matter of precaution, we have to keep you under observation for the next 12 hours, but you’ll be ready to go home tomorrow morning. I trust that’s OK?” Charlie nodded, feigning annoyance. “Good. Nurse Bertetta will stay by your side the whole time. So, I leave you in her capable hands, and will see you again tomorrow morning.” With that, he turned and left.

Charlie saw him leave the room and close the door behind himself, and then turned his eyes to the young nurse. “So, it’s us for the evening”, he said, displaying his charming, cocky smile. “Hopefully it won’t be a boring time, eh, Nurse Bertetta?”

The blond woman smiled, as she undid the first couple of buttons on her uniform. “Please, Mr Forrester. Call me Marisa.”

Part 2: The Shock

Charlie's plans to surprise Helen are close to success. Will he surprise her, or will he be the surprised one?

TODAY

Aoife was at Helen and Charlie’s flat early in the morning. She was wearing a blue cotton dress which highlighted her figure splendidly and which went uncannily well with her pale, freckled skin and red hair. Putting her sunglasses in her purse, she rang the bell and moments later could hear the sound of footsteps approaching the door. “Who is it?”, came Helen’s muffled voice from inside the flat. The Irish girl smiled. “You know who it is. Open up, bitch!”

The door swung open, and Aoife made her way in. The door closed behind her, and she turned around to see Helen. “Ok, how much did you grow, b-”

Standing there, in the entry hallway, was a veritable goddess. Aoife was craning her neck up to look at her beautiful face - Helen’s face. Her shoulders looked solid, resting at either side of a graceful neck. Her arms looked powerful, yet sublimely feminine, as did her seemingly endless legs. Her whole body was like the combination of the best features of a voluptuous lingerie model and a high-performance athlete, a combination of softness and sinew, of solid muscle and gentle curves. She was so large. And she was smiling beatifically down at Aoife.

“-itch...”, the Irish lassie’s voice trailed off. After a few seconds, she managed to utter another word. “Goodness.” It was a short while before she could say anything else. “Bloody hell, you look... just... magnificent.”

Helen was giggling. “Why, thank you! You don’t look bad at all, yourself.”

Aoife took a step back. “God”, she said under her breath.

“I think you mean goddess. Bitch.”

That was enough to snap the Irish girl back to reality. “Why, you litt... you big cunt! Just because you tower over me doesn’t mean I’ll just sit and take your attitude. Bitch.” At this, they both laughed. “And why are you naked? Are you flaunting your big boobs? And just why are they so big? And perky! They are perkier than mine, and mine are about a quarter the size!”

“I’m naked ‘cause nothing will fit, silly. I thought that much would be obvious. But now that you mention it, yeah, I kinda LOVE these boobs!”, she exclaimed, running her hands over them. Each breast was bigger than Aoife’s head, and they looked full and heavy, yet seemed immune to gravity. “And check out this ass!” she added, turning around and displaying a round, pert bottom that wouldn’t have been out of place in a hip-hop video - except that it looked perfectly proportional on her big frame.

Aoife’s breath was cut short at the sight, partly due to the exquisiteness of her now taller friend’s ass, partly at the realization that said ass was level with her tummy. After a moment of breathless contemplation, she smiled and gently smacked her bigger friend’s appetizing behind. “OK, OK. You’re insanely hot, I get it”, she said turning around and walking to the living room. “How tall did you say you were, again?”

“Actually, I don’t know. I’ve been alone and I don’t have rulers or measuring tapes close by. My only frame of reference is the furniture, so I knew for certain I was taller, but until I saw you I didn’t know I had gotten this big!” She paused as she came into the living room, while Aoife set down her bag and started rummaging through it. “How tall do you think I am?”, she asked her friend.

The Irish lass kept looking inside her bag, without replying, until s finally her hand shot triumphantly in the air. “Aha! Here it is, a professional shopper’s main tool.” With some flourish she produced a measuring tape. “OK, I have no clue how tall you are, other than ‘very’. So, let’s measure. I’ll need other measurements as well, if I’m going to get you a new wardrobe.” A couple of minutes later, they had affixed the tape to the wall, and the naked Amazon was standing with her back to it while the redhead, standing on a chair, made a note on her smartphone. “Dear Lord”, she whispered.

“How much? Come on! Tell me”, Helen pleaded.

Aoife looked down at her - which, even standing on a chair, wasn’t as much as it sounded. “How tall is Charlie?”, she asked.

“He’s six foot three. Why?”

“You’re an inch taller than him”, confided the redhead.

It took a moment or two for the words to sink in. “Wha- You’re telling me I’m six foot four?!” After Aoife had nodded, she stood there, mouth slightly agape. “But... but I told them to go for five-ten. They told me I could be a bit smaller or a bit taller, but this... I’m taller than Charlie...”

“With those muscles, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were also stronger”, said Aoife, scanning her athletic figure. She didn’t have a six pack, but her tummy was certainly well defined. Her arms and back looked like those of a girl boxer, but more massive given her stature. And she had seen Olympic speed skaters with less powerful-looking legs!

Helen had fallen silent for a few moments, but her face slowly lit up. She smiled, and turned to Aoife. “I’m taller than Charlie! Wow. This is going to be fun! He’s sure to be surprised now!”

The Irish girl was still standing on the chair. “Dead on. Now, come over, I still have some measuring to do, and this is the most important part.” At Helen’s curious glance, she rolled her eyes. “Yer boobs, silly. They’re massive! I don’t think there are many labels out there that make bowling ball carriers the likes you need now. At least not pretty ones”, she added under her breath. She proceeded to measure her with practiced ease, marveling at the utter massiveness of her friend’s breasts. Methodically, she entered the figures she obtained into her smartphone, and after she was done, the central server returned a bra size, as well as a list of shops in the city carrying it. “Well, well. You, madam, are a 38GG size.”

“38GG?!”, Helen repeated, half incredulous, half proud.

“Or 38H, depending on the manufacturer. Lucky for you I know a boutique that sells the sexiest lingerie, and apparently the carry your size. Now, let me finish measuring.”

After a while, measures had been taken, and they gave an incredible picture. Waspish waist at twenty-four inches, which together with her thirty-nine inch hips, gave her an hourglass figure. Legs, fifty inches from hip to heel. Eighty-one inches from fingertip to fingertip with arms stretched. Size ten-and-a-half feet. And her biceps were fifteen inches around - and yet, because of the length of her arms, they didn’t look that massive. “Well, shopping trip? More like a treasure hunt...”, mumbled Aoife. She then turned to her Amazonian friend. “OK, I’ll be back later. At what time is Charlie coming back?”

Helen went to the small notepad she kept on the kitchen counter. “He said he’d be here around seven this evening. Will you have enough time?”

“Hun, I’m very handy with a credit card in a boutique. I’ll be back here at lunchtime, and if yer nice, I might even bring some lunch over - we don’t want you opening the door for the pizza guy dressed like that. He gets a heart attack and you could get sued.” With that, she picked her purse and approached her friend. She still couldn’t get used to being just as tall as her chin... let alone to having her tremendous tits at mouth level. “You really look amazing”, she told her friend.

Helen lowered her face to look her in the eye, and smiled. “So do you”, she said, and gave her a quick peck on the mouth. She then licked her lips, smiled, and winked at her. “Bitch.”

Aoife smiled sexily, turned around, and, sashaying towards the door, looked over her shoulder and said, “Off I go, to buy clothes for me larger-than-life-sized doll! See you in a few hours!” And with that, she was gone.

***

Charlie was enjoying a breakfast of fresh fruit and black coffee, reading the newspaper, which felt almost like a blanket at his current size. He had called Helen a few minutes before, to confirm he would be home around seven in the evening. Now he just had to wait for Dr McCormack and Ms Boudreaux, the girl from PR, to arrive, and enter the last stage of his plans to give his tiny girlfriend the surprise of her life.

He didn’t have to wait long. After a short while, Dr McCormack came into the room followed by a cute, dark skinned. She was short, perhaps an inch over five feet tall - which meant that she still was a few inches taller than him, he thought. “Good morning, Mr Forrester! I trust you’re feeling well?”

Charlie lifted his coffee mug in salute, and said “Morning, Doctor, Ms Boudreaux. I had a splendid night, thank you very much.”

The now taller man looked around the room. “And where’s Nurse Bertetta?”, he asked with a hint of a smile.

“She left earlier”, replied Charlie without missing a beat. “I believe she was awake most of the night.”

“I see. Well, I’m sure you were properly looked after”, at which Charlie nodded vigorously, “but now we need to move forward. Ms Boudreaux?”

“Yes, Dr McCormack”, said the young woman, with an enchanting New Orleans accent. “OK, Mr Forrester, here’s the situation so far: your original body is already at CryoGen’s Tacoma facility, and will be kept safe and sound until you require it again. Mind you, as Dr McCormack must have already pointed out, this can’t happen before three months. Now, regarding your arrangements for later, we have procured a box which will be gift-wrapped as per your instructions. The box has a false bottom where we have already placed clothes specific to your new size-”

“Sorry to interrupt, Ms Boudreaux”, said Charlie. “Did you manage to get the wardrobe I specified?”

“Mostly, yes.” She started reading from a list. “We have seven sets of underwear, four pairs of black socks, four white, two white shirts, a pair of khaki trousers, a pair of black shoes, a pair of sneakers, two polo shirts, a blazer, and a tuxedo, full set. We weren’t able to procure an overcoat - it’s difficult in summertime.”

“That’s fine, I don’t think I’ll be needing one soon. Plus, my girlfriend’s friend Aoife is a professional shopper, I’m sure she’ll be able to get me one when the need arises. So, let me go over the plan: someone will drive me to the airport, along with the box. In San Francisco, your people will be there to pick me up, with a van. En route to my flat, I’ll change into the tux, and get in the box, which they will then wrap and take upstairs to my flat, mentioning that it is a special delivery for Ms Helen Gasset.” Ms Boudreaux had been nodding at every step, which pleased Charlie. He liked dealing with pros. “OK, then, I believe we’re set.”

Dr McCormack stood up, and smiled. “Well, then, Mr Forrester, I believe your flight is at 5:30?” After Charlie’s assent, he continued. “Well, that leaves us a full day. My boys over at the lab would love to run some tests on you, more out of curiosity, but I told them that only if you agreed.”

“Absolutely, Doctor. After all, it’s part of my investment, isn’t it?”

“Indeed. After that, I would love to invite you for lunch. There’s this fantastic restaurant overlooking the Sound, about half an hour from here, which I’m sure you will love. Best halibut in the Pacific Northwest.”

Charlie stood up, smiling, looking up at the scientist. “Doctor, it will be my pleasure.” Turning to the young woman, who was still sitting, he smiled his cocky smile and said, “I hope you will be joining us, Ms Boudreaux?”

She smiled warmly. “Please, Mr Forrester, call me Toni.”

***

“I’m coming, I’m coming!”, called Helen, her long legs propelling her towards the door.

“Hurry up, fer feck’s sake, me arms are about ta fall off!”, came Aoife’s muffled voice from behind the heavy wooden door.

Helen opened, and an avalanche of shopping bags with Aoife in the center made its way to the living room without stopping. After closing the door, she followed the redheaded whirlwind. “Have you ever noticed your accent gets thicker when you’re stressed?”, she asked the pile of bags on the sofa.

“Faith and Begorrah!”, she exclaimed, and then chuckled. “I’m not stressed, it’s just that carrying all that stuff up the stairs was painful.”

“You could have asked me for help.”

Aoife looked at her, and raised an eyebrow. “You’re still naked.”

“Well, I still don’t have nothing that fits. I was wrapped in a towel after you left, but the sun was coming in beautifully through the skylight, and I decided to sunbathe.”

“So you’ve done nothing but lounging around in the buff while I was outside trying to get you a new wardrobe that had to be stylish AND sexy AND oversized?”

“Hey, I only needed oversized, stylish and sexy were your own doing!”

“Well, as if I would have that magnificent body of yours clad in anything less than the best. I have a professional reputation to maintain, you know?” She stood up, grabbed a small bag, and went to the bedroom. “Now let’s see how these clothes look on you. Put those muscles of yours to work and bring the rest of the stuff over.”

Smiling, Helen complied, grabbing all the stuff. It felt like carrying feathers to her, after all. She went into the bedroom, and saw Aoife sitting on the bed, next to a man’s business suit and shirt. “I thought Charlie would be here until the evening”, she stated.

Helen put all the stuff on the bed. “Well, I decided I would try one of Charlie’s suits, seeing as we’re the same size now.” Aoife didn’t point out that the blue-eyed amazon was actually taller, and looked inquiringly at her. “As you can expect, I couldn’t button up the shirt, my boobs are simply too big. The jacket fit nicely, though - as long as I leave it open.”

“What about the trousers?”

“Well, for starters my legs are much longer than his, they were as long as Capri pants on me! And my ass is also larger, so I couldn’t really close them up, either.”

Aoife smiled. “Well, d’oh!”, she exclaimed, wondering why would the epitome of femininity would even think of wearing male clothes. “Now, let’s get you clad on some proper lady garments! Here, try these on first”, she instructed, handing Helen a bag full of bras and panties in a variety of colors.

After a while, Helen had gone through all the underwear. “Everything fits perfectly, except for that green bra and that beige one. I also noticed that all the panties are thongs.”

“Yes. Why would you wear anything else with that bum? I don’t, and my bum is rather attractive, if I say so myself.”

“It is”, Helen agreed. “Now, let’s check the rest.”

What followed next would have taken five minutes and a pop soundtrack if it had been a movie, in Aoife’s words. Three hours later, Helen had gone through all the outfits, keeping most but rejecting a few, either for disagreements with Aoife’s taste or, rather more frequently, because the clothes didn’t fit at all. “Whew!”, said the blue-eyed Amazon, who was now wearing a pair of jeans that fit like glove, showcasing her fantastic ass, and a gray tank top that managed to cover her bountiful bust and her midriff at the same time. “That was fun, but if I was starving before, now I’m famished! And you said you would bring some food. Bitch.”

“Hey, watch it, ya big gomey! I said I’d bring some food if you were nice, and you most certainly were not! Cavorting around naked all morning... The shame of it!”

Helen smiled widely. She simply loved the spunky redhead’s sense of humor. “Oh, shut up! The only reason you think that was naughty is because you couldn't be here doing the same.” They were silent for a moment, both of them rejoicing on the mental image of each other lying naked on a towel in the sunlight under the flat’s big skylight. The tall Amazon was the first one to snap out of it. “OK! Look, it’ll still be three hours or so until Charlie gets here, so let’s go to that nice sushi place we went to the other day, and afterwards we can get our nails done!”

And so they did.

***

Helen looked at the clock on the wall. It had struck seven two or three minutes earlier. Aoife had left a little over an hour ago, and she had taken the chance to shower and change into something nice, to surprise Charlie. She had tied her hair in a tight bun, and was wearing the sexiest set of black lingerie that Aoife had gotten her - a difficult choice, as the redhead had superb taste in all things lacy and sexy, Helen admitted to herself. Over that she was wearing a sexy burgundy dress with a low cut neck that majestically showcased her monumental cleavage. The halter neck also left her shoulders and arms completely bare, in all their powerful glory, and her back was also on display, grandly. The wispy skirt fell halfway down her thighs, the whole outfit giving her a sophisticated air.

She was looking at herself in the mirror, fiddling with her silver necklace, putting a loose strand of her in exactly the right place. The doorbell rang, and she went to answer. Strange, she thought, who could it be? Charlie had his own keys after all. She was walking barefoot, having been unable to decide yet on which shoes to wear - and also savoring the surprise Charlie would get when he saw that she was an inch taller than him, in her bare feet.

When she opened the door, she saw two men, burly but both shorter than her, They were carrying a box wrapped in silvery paper. The men looked at her, and quite literally froze, mouths agape. They would have stayed like that for an indefinite period of time if she hadn’t said “Yes?”

Snapping back to reality, the older one said “Er, uh, yeah, evening ma’am. We have a delivery for a Ms Helen Gasset.”

“That would be me”, she confirmed. After signing the relevant form, the two men carried the box to the living room, setting it right in front of the sofa, and then made their way outside at a leisurely pace, stealing glances at the stunningly beautiful amazon every other step. Once they had left and she had closed the door behind them, she went back to the living room, and sat on the couch. The box was just sitting there, in front of her, and she was curious as hell as to its contents. But first, she took the small card stuck to its top, and opened it. “This is what you always wanted”, was all it said, but it was signed by Charlie. She put the card aside, and pulled the ribbon. Before she knew what was happening, the top of the box flew open and a figure stood up inside the box.

“SURPRISE!”, yelled Charlie.

Helen was startled, but after the initial shock, she was even more shocked to notice something unexpected: Charlie was smaller than her, by a lot more than just an inch. “Charlie? What are you doing in a box? And what happened to you?” Her boyfriend was wearing a tuxedo, and looked as handsome as ever. But he couldn’t have been taller than five feet - if that, even.

Charlie climbed out of the box, and stood in font of his girlfriend. He was too excited to notice anything different, yet. “Well, babe, I know you’ve always wanted us to be the same size - so I had the guys at ClonGen make this new body for me! What d’you think?” He proudly struck a pose, sticking out his chest, and positively beaming with enthusiasm.

Helen started giggling. “Oh, Charlie! You’re so lovely! What boyfriend would go to the trouble of shrinking himself to be closer in siz-” At this, she burst out in laughter, overwhelmed by the irony of it all.

Still smiling broadly, Charlie asked “What? What’s so funny?” But Helen simply couldn't stop laughing to respond. He kept standing there, waiting for her to get a hold of herself and stop laughing. He was starting to get a bit annoyed. And why did she look so big? It must be my changed perspective, thought Charlie. Helen looked big - wait... she was bigger, at least in the chest department! When had she gotten those melons? “Er... Helen? Honey?”

Helen’s laughter fit was winding down. She dabbed at a tear, and smiled at Charlie. “Yes, dearie?”

“Why are your breasts so big? Did you get implants?”

Once again Helen giggled a bit, but managed to keep herself under control. “Why, no. These are one hundred percent natural”, she affirmed while cupping the massive orbs. Or trying to - they were simply too large for her hands. But with that motion, Charlie noticed her arms. And shoulders. Had she been going to the gym? But there was no way she could have gotten those arms in just the week he was gone. His thoughts were interrupted by Helen, who had resumed talking. “Honey, you are simply the sweetest boyfriend ever. Shrinking yourself to be closer to me is the nicest thing!”, she said. “But...”

“But... what?”, asked Brad, still looking at her curiously. “I have to say, you look more different than I expected. This change in size must be screwing up with my sense of proportion.”

Helen smiled. “Honey, I... I’m taller than you.”

Charlie smiled back at her. “Oh, I know that”, he said dismissively. “They made this body only four and a half feet tall. But my idea was to be closer in size to you, and I guess four inches difference is not a big deal.”

Again the blue-eyed beauty chuckled. “No, no. Honey”, she said. “I’m taller than you. Like, really taller. Here, look.” And she stood up. Once at the full height of her monumental 6’4”, she looked down at her tiny boyfriend, smiling. “Surprise, honey.”

Charlie was in shock, mouth agape, not really comprehending what was going on. Was this really Helen? He looked down at her feet, half expecting to see some stilts. But no, her luscious legs reached all the way to the ground, and all the way up. Her feet were not only beautiful, but bare, too. Which meant that she was really that tall. He looked up at her face again, scanning her body along the way. To say she was stunning would be an understatement. She had always been extremely attractive, but now... now it was almost too much to take. “Helen? What... what’s going on?”

Before answering, she picked Charlie up by his armpits, and kissed him fully and passionately. She lifted him as if he were made of feathers, and held him aloft without showing the slightest hint of strain. After she was done, she put him down again, and smiled. “I wanted to surprise you, honey. I wanted you to have a girlfriend closer to you in size. So I went to see this group of scientists who have developed a growth serum - the Alice Serum they call it - and I took it, and, well, here I am. I wanted to be tall, but I was aiming more for five-nine or so.”

It was Charlie’s turn to chuckle, even if he sounded a bit acrimonious while doing so. “Ah, the irony”, he said after a moment. “I thought to do the same. I went to ClonGen and had them make me this body. I was aiming to be closer to your size, maybe five feet tall, but it came out shorter.”

Helen was silent at first, and then laughed merrily. “Well, it seems we both had a very busy week, eh? Except that I was busy getting bigger while you were busy getting smaller!” She laughed some more, with a glee that Charlie was not feeling. “I think we are a perfect pair, though! I can now be in charge of the household”, she said in a deep voice.

“Hey, watch it”, he said, his annoyance starting to get hold of him, threatening to turn into outright anger. “I went through a lot of trouble to make you happy for you to start teasing me.”

“Oh, where’s your sense of humor, silly? Besides, I think you’re the cutest little thing!” She lowered her face to his and, still smiling, pinched his cheek. “Who’s the cutest? Eh? Who? Who’s the cutest?” she kept saying, talking as one would to a baby. Or worse, to a little dog.

That was the last straw, and Charlie finally snapped, slapping her hand of and pushing her. Much to his chagrin, the difference in mass was such that he ended up actually pushing off of her - which only made him more annoyed. “Stop it!”, he yelled. “Stop teasing me or talking to me as if I were a baby, or...”

Helen was standing up straight again, lording her superior size and strength over Charlie. “Or what? Careful, little Charlie”, she said, grinning. “You do realize I can totally beat the shit out of you now, right?” Her tiny boyfriend froze, eyes wide in a mixture of anger and disbelief - with more than a little part of fear in the mix. She laughed at that. “Oh, relax, silly. Now, let’s get the living room cleared.”

She turned around, and, bending at the waist, started picking up all the silvery paper, while presenting her majestic ass to Charlie. He saw his chance to show her who was still in control. Approaching her, he raised his arm and slapped her sexy butt as hard as I he could. “Ouch! Why, you little...” she cried, straightening up and turning around. Glaring down at her tiny boyfriend, she announced, “That’s it, you’re in for it!”

“Forget it, you big dummy!” he challenged. “You might be bigger, but I’m still a man, and I’m stronger than you!” With that, he launched himself at her, grabbing her by the waist. Helen didn’t even feel the blow, but decided to play along. She took a step backwards and ‘fell’ to the couch, Charlie still clinging to her waist. They both started wrestling for advantage, Helen using her longer legs to keep her tiny boyfriend busy. After a few minutes struggle, she ‘relented’, and Charlie finally managed to pin her down, breathless from the struggle. Helen wasn’t even breathing hard, but feigned exertion. “Now... you take back... what you said!”, yelled Charlie, barely catching his breath.

She grinned, and slowly craned her neck to whisper in his ear “Oh, Charlie, you’ll always be my man...” She smiled at him lustily, her tremendous breasts heaving beneath him. Charlie was hypnotized by the sultry monument beneath him. Not only was she much bigger than him - his cute little girlfriend was now this incredibly sensual vixen! God, she is sexy, he thought. He leaned in to feel the warmth of her ample breasts and kiss her huge full lips, and Helen took the opportunity to roll over and pin him down. “...but I do think I am in charge now.”

Perplexed, Charlie struggled against the superior strength of Helen. It was to no avail - she was simply too large, heavy, and strong. “Helen!”, he grunted, squirming underneath her. “You... let me go... this minute!”

Helen smiled playfully. “Oh, no. Not until you apologize for being a jerk.”

“What?! Never! Get... off!” He kept pushing with all his strength, but it was useless.

“Is that so?” Helen asked. “Hmmmm. I think, then, that you need some discipline.” At this, Charlie froze. “Yeah, you, little guy, need a spanking!”

That was all Charlie needed to hear. He started struggling with redoubled efforts. “Don’t you dare! Get away from me! Don’t!” But whatever his thoughts on the matter were, they were irrelevant. Helen had made the decision of spanking him, and it was happening. She stood up, lifting him as if he were a rag doll. Then, sitting on the couch, she placed Charlie face down on her lap, and swiftly pulled down his pants, exposing his tiny ass.

“Now, this pains me more than it does you, but its for your own good”, she said with mock seriousness. With that, she started spanking her boyfriend, establishing solidly who was in charge now. Charlie yelped at each blow, his behind becoming tender after a half a dozen blows. God, she’s strong, he thought. After a couple more smacks, she lifted him up again, and placed him in front of her.

Charlie was too shocked to do anything but stand there, looking at his Amazonian girlfriend with a betrayed look in his face, rubbing his punished ass. Helen thought she might have gone a bit too far, and decided to make it up to him. “OK, enough horsing around, Charlie. I have to say, I have been toying with the thought of seeing what this body is capable of in the bedroom.” Charlie’s face, predictably, lit up, but his ego was still bruised from the earlier domination and spanking. Helen reached her hand to his tuxedo tie, and undid it. Her large, nimble fingers then started undoing the buttons of his shirt, stopping at his waist line. She looked Charlie in the eye, and smiled hungrily, while her hands rubbed his crotch.

Suddenly, Charlie grabbed her wrists and took a step back. “No!”, he said. “That’s not... Here, I got smaller for you, and you took advantage of it! I’ll never forgive you!” There was a hint of a whine in his voice that made Helen smile and gave her an idea.

“Is that so?”, she asked, standing up to her full height. She reached behind her, and, unzipping her dress, continued speaking. “Awww, that’s terrible. And here I am”, she said, dropping the burgundy garment to the ground, exposing her statuesque physique, “I was really wanting to make love tonight.” Charlie’s mouth felt like cotton. She looked at him again, walked around him, and, glancing over her shoulder while she slowly and sensuously undid her bra, she said “Well, too bad for me.” She sighed, dropping the lacy garment, and then not so much walked but rather slowly glided towards the bedroom, her ass swinging hypnotically. Charlie’s forehead was beaded with sweat, his lips trembling. She sighed again. “Ahh, and to think I was kind of looking forward to having some bedtime fun with you...”

That was too much for the poor little man. He ran after his titanic girlfriend, removing his tuxedo along the way. “Helen, wait! Hey! Wait up!”. The blue-eyed bombshell smiled mischievously - that was so predictable! She didn’t break stride, and went into the bedroom. When Charlie got there - after stumbling in the hallway while removing his trousers - he found his beloved, imposing girlfriend lying on the bed, a sexy smile on her lips, her hand playing absent-mindedly with her nipple.

“Come here, tiger”, she purred. “Or, should I say, kitten?” She giggled at her own joke. Charlie ignored the jive, and approached the bed, still very much in awe of Helen’s Olympian body. He stopped at the bed’s edge, still wearing his boxer shorts, almost shaking. “Aww, come over here!” Helen said. “I can’t ravish you if you stay there! Here”, she said reaching towards his boxers, and pulling him a bit closer. “Now, let mommy see your...” It was Helen’s turn to go wide-eyed. While Charlie had never been on the small side of the spectrum, what was now staring at her was much bigger than it used to be. “...Thingy... Dear God, Charlie!” she looked up at him, her face a mixture of surprise and elation. “You didn’t get small all over! Naughty”, she whispered.

Charlie smiled. “It’s part of your surprise, sweetheart.” With that, he finished getting rid of his underwear, revealing his short-statured, lean body and his prodigious tool, which was slowly becoming engorged with blood, at the spectacular sight Helen presented.

She smiled wickedly. “Well, I love it!”, she exclaimed. “How does it taste like? Wait! Don’t tell me, only one way to find out!” Before he knew what was going on, Helen had lifted him onto the bed as if he weighed only a couple of pounds, and started sucking his pole furiously. She had always been orally talented, and Charlie was elated to find that hadn’t changed with her new size - if anything, she had become better at it! He moaned in pleasure, while she traced every single fraction of an inch of his shaft with her tongue, played on the tip with her lips, and generally made him feel as if he had died and gone to paradise. He was rapidly approaching the cliff’s edge, and warned Helen he might jump at any second, but she ignored him and kept passionately devouring his manhood. It was too much for Charlie to handle, and he exploded. Load after load came forth, but Helen didn’t let so much as a drop to spill out of her mouth. After spewing heroic amounts, Charlie’s body went limp, his brain cloudy and fuzzy, his mouth frozen in a silly grin. His field of view was suddenly occupied by Helen’s angelic face, still licking her lips. “My, love, it even tasted better than ever! Almost... fruity. And the amount! Fantastic!” Charlie barely had the strength to nod, and couldn’t even manage to utter a word. “Oh, but don’t think for a second that we’re done, no. This is only getting started!” With that, she went back to his rod, and sucked and licked until he was hard again, at which point she straddled him and lowered herself onto the incongruously big organ, making it disappear within her majestic body. God, it feels wonderful, they both thought. Helen started pumping, up and down, and gyrating her hips, sending waves of pleasure through both their bodies.

Charlie was in a mixture of ecstasy and pain, Helen’s body punishing his hips every time she came down. She was going faster, clearly lost in the throes of passion, her moaning growing louder. Moments later she let go a scream that was primeval, almost animalistic, her whole body tensing, her hands clutching Charlie’s shoulders with such strength he very nearly passed out from the pain. The first waves were beginning to ebb when she was again assaulted by a wall of pleasure, and this time it was too much for Charlie - her hands were close to shattering his shoulder bones. Luckily, she let go of him and grabbed her head, starting to move again, up and down, up and down. Moments later, she was overcome by another wave of delirium and this time she leaned back, gripping Charlie’s thin ankles in her frenzied state. This time, Charlie couldn’t take it, and passed out.

***

The rest of the night went as a series of snapshots in Charlie’s brain. He kept coming to and fainting, and all the time Helen was attacking his staff, sitting on it, sucking it, and generally riding it in more positions than he could remember. She was simply unstoppable.

Around four in the morning, he woke up. His titanic girlfriend was curled next to him, sleeping placidly, one of her arms draped on his chest. He tried to move, but her arm was too heavy, and his whole body felt too sore anyways. He closed his eyes, and drifted back to sleep, the way his body felt giving a whole new meaning to the word drained.

***

Charlie woke up the following morning to the sound of the shower running. His body felt as if it had been trampled by the bulls in Spain - as well as by all the bull runners. He sat up on the bed, not without effort, and carefully checked his bones, hoping he wouldn’t find any broken ones. There were bruises on various parts of his anatomy, and his groin region felt particularly tender, but, against all odds, he had survived.

He was in the middle of thanking the heavens, when the sound of running water stopped. Part of him wanted to run away, but part of him was dying to see Helen this morning. And here she came.

Helen walked out of the bathroom, naked, drying her hair with a towel. Charlie couldn’t really believe his eyes. If anything, she looked even more improbably statuesque than yesterday. He gasped at the majestic sight. Helen looked at him and smiled. “Well, good morning, sleepy head”, she sang. “My love, you were fantastic last night!”

“I was? Er, I mean, yes. So were you, sweetheart.”

She dropped the towel to the floor, and stood there, magnificent, her curves and muscles a monument to femininity. Charlie could have sworn her muscle definition had increased. And wer her curves even more pronounced? “Aww, you’re so sweet! Come here, let me hug you!” She approached, and he was suddenly scared when she was looming over him. She truly looked titanic. She bent at the waist, and picked him up as if he were hollow. Holding him to her voluminous chest, she first hugged him and then kissed him passionately, her tongue threatening to drill a hole through to the back of his neck. Still and all, Charlie was loving it. When she put him down, he looked up at her eagerly - and realized something was different. And so did Helen. “Oh, my God”, they both said at the same time, Helen jubilant and Charlie perturbed.

She was taller.

***

“Seven feet tall”, Charlie said. Helen was lifting him up so he could read the tape. Good luck Aoife had left it behind. “A bit more, actually.”

Helen put him down carefully. He was wearing khaki shorts and a red polo shirt, that fit him perfectly. She, on the other hand, was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans that fit her as if they had been sprayed on and exposed her tanned, long legs, and a white tank top that was struggling to contain her ample bosom. The bra she was wearing underneath fit, if a bit tightly, but the overall effect was of her pouring out of her clothes. Still, she was overjoyed. “This is fantastic!”, she squealed with delight. “This is beyond my wildest dreams!”

“I can see why you would be happy, honey, but don’t you think you should at least call this Dr Zheng? I mean, the original aim was for you to be around five-nine or five-ten, and this is over a whole foot taller.” He was worried, and not only about his own physical well being, but also for her. She had taken a very experimental compound, and it was obvious the scientists didn’t have a full hang of how it affected her.

“Well, maybe you’re right, hon, but I don’t have his cell number, so we’ll have to wait until Monday for that.” Her face lit up then. “Hey, why don’t we go for a bike ride? The weather is fantastic!”

Charlie smiled. “And just where are we going to get a bike your size?”

“Oh! Yes, you’re right.” She smiled sheepishly. “Well, maybe we can go to Sausalito, spend the day over there?”

After a moment of thought, Charlie nodded. “Sure thing, babe. I think it is an excellent idea.”

Half an hour later they had discovered she didn’t fit in her own Prius, and riding Charlie’s Mazda MX5 was uncomfortable as hell, even with the top down, so they decided to take the bus to the Wharf and the ferry from there to Sausalito. Charlie forgot about his worries from the minute they boarded the bus. Every single stare was on his lovely girlfriend, and it was a wonder the bus driver didn’t crash, he was staring through the rearview mirror that much. When they reached the pier and boarded the ferry, it wasn’t very different, with groups of tourists even asking Helen to have pictures taken - to which she happily obliged. She loved basking in the attention and admiration of so many people. Her sheer size and obvious strength ensured that no one tried to act fresh with her - a blessing, considering Charlie couldn’t really stand up to a twelve year old boy in his current size!

They reached Sausalito by mid-morning, and went walking around town. Helen loved the tiny boutiques that sold handcraft and works by the local artists, so that’s where they went first. After a couple of hours, they were standing outside again. “Well, that was some haggling”, said Helen, who had just bought a large painting and arranged for it to be delivered during the week to their flat. “I thought it would never happen!”

Charlie smiled, realizing perfectly that the reason the dealer had been taking so long to reach a deal was because he was enjoying looking at his impressive customer so much. It had been an entertaining while, actually. No less than seven different artists who wanted to paint her or make a sculpture of her had approached Helen. A lady in her forties had even outright said that she would love to paint ON Helen, using her as a living canvas - the fact that her preferred technique was finger-painting didn’t go unnoticed. Helen had graciously declined, but kept the lady’s card, intrigued. “You had a lot of fun, eh babe?”, Charlie said smiling. He loved seeing his girlfriend so happy. He even dismissed the couple of comments he had overheard wondering ‘what’s a goddess like that doing with a scrawny shrimp like him’ or, even better, ‘look at that Amazon, the one holding the kid’s hand’. Yes, he was enjoying the day far too much. “Hey, sweetheart, what do you say if we go to the waterfront? I’m not that hungry yet, and I think I’d rather have lunch later in Tiburon.”

“Oh, yes! We can eat at that Mexican seafood restaurant I love!”, she exclaimed giddily.

A while later, they were on the ferry between the two towns, San Francisco in the horizon, Berkeley hidden from view by Angel Island. The ferry was almost deserted, strangely enough, and this was warmly welcomed by the couple, who finally had the chance to sit on the upper deck and enjoy the view without being approached every other minute by some group of tourists (or locals) wanting a picture with Helen. The thought that they needed to talk to Dr Zheng kept eating at Charlie’s brain, but he resigned himself to waiting until Monday. He sure hoped Helen didn’t grow any more - not only because of her height, which was becoming not only intimidating but unwieldy, but also because of her strength which was truly becoming frightening. Earlier, while in the Artists Open Studios, she had casually lifted a bronze sculpture she liked, and then put it down before anyone noticed. Charlie had stopped cold when he saw that, mouth agape in disbelief. He was an engineer, and good at calculating structural weight - that statue must have been a good two hundred pounds, yet she had lifted it as if it had been a paper origami!

“Here we are!”, Helen announced enthusiastically, snapping Charlie back to reality. The ferry was docking on the small town, and the blue-eyed Amazon was almost jumping with excitement. She had so much energy now! She made her way off the boat, and walked at a brisk place to the restaurant, with Charlie almost having to run to keep pace with his leggy lover. This is going to be a long day, he thought. Long and exhausting.

***

Helen walked into the flat, smiling placidly. She was carrying Charlie in her arms, the poor little man having fallen asleep on the ferry back from San Quentin, where they had walked to from Tiburon. It had been too much for him, and some maternal instinct in Helen had awakened. Not wanting to disturb him, she had simply decided to carry him home. After all, he barely weighed anything at all. She walked into the bedroom, and put Charlie into bed, covering him with the duvet. She tenderly brushed away a couple of loose strands of hair, and spent a few minutes looking at him. After a while, she decided to take a bath - she was hot, she was horny, and Charlie would be pretty much useless tonight, so she might as well take care of that herself!

***

Sunday came late for both of them. Helen was still seven feet tall, much to her chagrin and Charlie’s relief. The day saw a bit more of the same, a late brunch at a hole-in-the-wall kind of place known only to locals (where Helen ate enough for three adult men - lucky Charlie was eating much less), and then walking and pottering around town. Once again, she was the center of attention everywhere they went, even if she was dressed more modestly than the previous day: a beautiful sundress and sandals, nothing too fancy. Of course, attempting to hide her sublime figure was a losing battle.

That evening, they were watching a movie, enjoying a bottle of Napa’s finest. Helen was lying on the couch, her head on Charlie’s lap, who entertained his fingers by gently playing with her waves of honey colored hair. They had been like that for a while, when she turned her head to face him, and without a warning pulled his face towards hers, her strong hand on the back of his head. After a passionate kiss that came close to suffocating Charlie, she stood up in front of him with the same predatory expression she had on two nights before. “I want you. Now”, she commanded, her voice admitting no argument. Charlie sat there, too flabbergasted to respond immediately. His male organ responded, though, turned on by the authority in her demeanor. “I said NOW”, she repeated. It was all Charlie needed to hear - he jumped to his feet and ran to the bedroom, a mixture of extreme arousal and physical fear coursing through his body. He could hear his Amazon girlfriend’s steps behind him. He knew he was in for a night of agony and ecstasy.

***

The following morning, he woke up before Helen. She was lying there, breathing deeply, her face angelic, betraying no sign of the insatiable lust that had possessed her the previous night. She looked almost uncannily peaceful. Charlie stood up, and limped to the bathroom. He took a glance to the mirror, and the poor man staring back at him looked as if he had just tried to invade Normandy during D-Day armed only with a spoon and a toothpick. He cleared his throat and spat on the sink, half expecting to see blood, and being almost surprised to see none. When he went to relieve himself, his groin was almost too tender to touch, and the skin of his shaft felt almost raw. This was way more than he had bargained for when he decided to get into this small, weak body. Bad news, he was stuck like this for three months, at best. Worst news, even when he returned to his normal size, Helen would still be nine inches taller than him and strong as three men. He flushed and walked out of the bathroom.

Helen was still lying in bed, but her eyes were half open. She smiled when she saw him. “Morning”, she said in a throaty voice, the sexiest sound Charlie had ever heard. Much as he feared her, he was also infinitely attracted to her. That was true when she was a 4’10” sprite, even more so that she was a seven-foot tall monument to sexiness.

He approached the bed, smiling. “Morning, sweetness”, he said. “Did you sleep well?”

She purred, and gave a playful moan while she stretched. “Fantastically”, she whispered, smiling. “I feel like a million dollars.”

He smiled. “At your size, it must be more like a billion, sweetie.” Or more, he thought. God, even with her tousled hair and half open eyes she looked superb.

She smiled even more broadly. “Oh, aren’t you the sweetest! Here, let me use the bathroom and I’ll cook breakfast for you!” She stood up, and went into the bathroom. Charlie was taken aback, though. He could have sworn... But no, it couldn’t be. He heard the toilet flush. “OK, let’s go!”, she said, emerging from the bathroom. Charlie saw her, and a ball of ice formed deep in his gut.

She was taller. Again.

***

“Eight feet tall, Doctors!”, Charlie yelled irately, slamming his fist on the table. It wasn’t as big an effect as he pretended, what with his diminished size and scarce strength. It was a Wednesday morning at the main office of Gatwick & Forrester. Charlie had summoned Dr McCormack and Dr Zheng the previous Monday, after he and Helen had discovered she had turned into a real, live giantess. She was currently out with Aoife, buying more clothes. “Lucky for me she hasn’t grown further...” He looked at Dr Zheng. “Then again, she wasn’t supposed to grow to more than five-ten”, he said, his voice dripping acid.

Dr Zheng swallowed audibly. Charlie was intimate friends with the venture capitalists backing his own venture, and the scientist was fully aware that a complete loss of funding could well be the best case scenario for him. “Mr Forrester, I have been discussing the situation with Dr McCormack here... The good news is, she won’t grow further. That’s it.”

“Well, that’s fortunate. I mean, she is stunningly beautiful and as lovely as ever, but she is eight feet tall and strong enough to lift a VW Beetle!” Which she had done as an experiment the previous day. “Why did this happen? Can we reverse it?”

Dr Zheng looked at Dr McCormack, who took over the explaining. “Mr Forrester, after reviewing the data with Dr Zheng, we discovered two things. Ms Gasset appears to carry a genetic marker that is rare, but which was what, er, increased the original effects of the reactives. That is why she grew to six foot four initially. And that should have been that, except for a situation no one could have foreseen.”

“Which is?”

Dr McCormack was silent for a second, and breathed deeply before resuming. “When we pumped you full of the drugs we designed to keep you strong and healthy, we did so in order to avoid any sickness of the cloned body. What we didn’t expect was for those same drugs to interact with the reactants and reactives still present in Ms Gasset’s system.”

Charlie was thoughtful. “But... How could she have been exposed to the same drugs? You administered them at ClonGen, I didn’t carry any with me.”

“You did. They were in your body. And she got them into her own body through, er, oral intercourse.”

“What?!”, came Charlie’s surprised reaction. “You’re meaning to tell me the drugs were in my...” His voice trailed off, dropping almost to a whisper. “She absorbed the drugs...”

“Every time she swallowed.”

Part 3: The Side Effects

Charlie was shocked by Helen's surprise. Could there be more surprises in store?

The next few weeks saw changes at Helen and Charlie’s home. Life for Charlie became a solid balance of constant fear and overwhelming lust for his girlfriend’s body, mind, and mere presence. It was a spiritual tug-of-war for him: while at the office, he couldn’t really wait to be back with her; but when he got home, it wasn’t at all perfect. Helen had gradually become more and more dominant in their relationship, with the opposite being true for him. Now he would spend his evenings at her beck and call, cooking for her, massaging her feet, and so on. Which usually wasn’t so bad - it was worse when her libido got ravenous. She would use him as a human sex toy, no regard for his own pleasure or even physical well-being. At times like those, he became no more than an instrument to her ultimate bliss. If he happened to enjoy it (and on some level he did, enormously) then good. If not, she didn’t really care. Not that she had become icy or distant - she was still very much in love with Charlie. It just seemed that their natures were so different. And why wouldn’t they? He was a puny - if extremely well endowed - example of a man, even if it was just temporary. She was a goddess. And just as some people went through life with a sense of entitlement, it almost seemed as if she believed it was natural for people to worship her.

Charlie met with Dr Zheng and Dr McCormack a few more times. News was not good. Helen’s change was irreversible. She wouldn’t grow any more or become any stronger, but she would never again be his tiny, fragile girlfriend. As for himself, well, Dr Zheng’s treatment still worked only on women. Plus, Dr McCormack’s team had discovered that repeating the process of downloading his consciousness from the cloned body and back to the original had caused a series of bad side-effects on volunteers who did so in less than a year. So, for safety’s sake (the irony!) he was stuck in this little, weak body for at least a year.

There were still unanswered questions, though. The genetic marker that they discovered in Helen was apparently not native to her - it must have come from elsewhere, which meant that Dr Zheng’s process was probably compromised somewhere. Charlie had gone berserk at that, and not only arranged for the poor man to never receive so much as a cent in funding, but he now could only aspire to teach high school biology to inner city kids in the worst part of Detroit. If he was lucky.

“Charlie!”, called Helen from the living room, making him snap back to reality. He was in the bedroom, folding away her laundry. He was wearing a white apron - and nothing else. It was Helen’s idea, she thought he looked cute that way, plus the apron gave her both a nice view of his tiny ass and quick access to his massive member. He found it humiliating, but he dared not go against her wishes. “Chaaarlie!”, she called again. He went to her as fast as he could. She was lying on the floor, under the skylight, sunning herself. She was face down, and wearing a tiny g-string - naked, for all practical purposes. She didn’t bother looking at him, or opening her eyes for that matter. “I need some sun block on my back.” It wasn’t even a request, it was just a statement. Charlie knew what to do, though. He went, and retrieved a bottle of the finest sun tanning oils from the bathroom. He then went and, kneeling beside her, started applying the product to her beautiful backside. “Please apply two layers, honey. I like the way my skin feels afterwards.” It took him a while, but he was finally done.

“I’m done, baby. Can I go back to my chores?”, he asked, a small part of his mind noticing how he had become so submissive.

“Of course, honey. You don’t need to ask, just go and do them”, she said.

He had just stood up, when the bell rang. He went to answer, quickly putting on the robe he kept close to the entrance for these situations - no use having a stranger see his sorry naked ass covered only by an apron. He was humiliated enough as it was.

Charlie opened the door, and froze. There, on the doorway, was a female figure almost as striking as Helen’s - inhumanly tall, and curvaceous beyond reason. She was wearing a red dress that perfectly highlighted her voluptuous figure, as well as her muscular arms. A big pair of designer sunglasses hid her eyes, and her hair was covered by a flowery headscarf. “Surprise!”, she said.

In an Irish accent.

“A-aoife?”, Charlie stammered.

“Oh, you look so cute at that size! So small! I love it!” She pinched his cheek, and walked inside. Charlie closed the door behind himself, and followed her.

The Amazon Aoife walked into the living room, and saw Helen lying there. “Well, look at you! Lying there naked, offering that cute ass to the heavens, not a worry in the world!” Helen opened her eyes and looked up. And up. And up.

“Aoife? That you?” She stood up, and found out that she was still taller than her Irish friend, but only by a few inches. “What happened to you?” Helen was smiling broadly.

“What, you thought I’d let you grow and have all the fun by yourself? Nah! I went to visit Dr Zheng the day I saw how much you had grown, and started the treatment myself. Lucky I did it then! The good doctor had his funding cut a few days ago, and seems to have disappeared. Someone told me he was headed to Detroit...”

Charlie had been listening to the conversation. So Aoife had taken the Alice Serum? But how could it have made her so tall and strong? Unless she was also contaminated by the genetic marker. “Er... excuse me, but how-” He tried to cut in, but the conversation was taking place high above his head.

“Amazing! And just how tall are you?”, Helen asked.

“Oh, seven and a half feet tall. But that’s not all, look!” With that, she almost literally tore off her dress, revealing the body of a voluptuous and muscular goddess. Her breasts were tremendous, her abs looked like a cobbled street, her shoulders muscular, her legs powerful, and her arms like those of a bodybuilder.

Helen caught her breath, while Charlie very nearly fainted. “Wow”, she said. “Wow!”

“You like it? You might still be taller, but my boobs are larger than yours, see? And I won’t go into how much stronger I must be. Look at this muscles!”

“Wow”, Helen repeated. “Can I... touch them?”

Aoife smiled, and winked. “Of course you can”, she said, throatily, and then struck a pose, flexing both her arms, causing her muscles to flare up. Helen started caressing them in an almost reverential way, her face close to her fingers as they traced every line of the Irish Amazon’s body.

Charlie was about to have a heart attack. His apron was being lifted by his massive erection, but he was too much in awe to even think about trying to conceal it.

Helen had knelt down and was tracing Aoife’s powerful abs with her cheek, eyes closed. She trembled a bit, and then stood up. “But how... I mean, the doctors told Charlie I got this big and strong because of some genetic marker that was in my body. But it came from outside.”

Aoife smiled mischievously. “I know. They told me the same thing, only that, in my case, the genetic marker is naturally present in my body.” She started to remove her bra.

“You mean...?”

“I am the source of the marker that made you grow so much and so strong. It was more abundant in me, which is why I grew taller and stronger than you did – at least initially.”

Charlie’s brain was working at a million miles per hour. Aoife was the source of the markers? But then how did they get into Helen? She had been to Dr Zheng’s after his girlfriend had finished the treatment...

Aoife had removed her bra, and dropped it to the ground. “You like them?”, she asked, cupping her massive breasts. Helen and Charlie both nodded, although Aoife was only interested in the response from her fellow giantess. “Hmmm. I think I’d like you to show me how much you like them”, she purred.

Helen immediately complied, and started sucking, kissing, and tonguing Aoife’s titanic nipples, massaging her breasts with a care and tenderness Charlie would have thought beyond her. Then it struck him. So that’s how Aoife’s markers had gotten into Helen!

The blue-eyed Amazon stood up, flushed, and looked at her equally flustered Irish friend in the eye. “Let’s go to the bedroom, I’m going to take you for a spin”, she said, grabbing Aoife’s hand. After taking a couple of steps, she stopped. “Oh, you know what? I think we’ll need a manly rod, and I know exactly where to get a big, thick, delicious one.” She turned to Charlie. “Honey”, she purred, for the first time acknowledging his presence. “Would you like to be part of the world’s hottest threesome?”

Charlie’s eyes rolled, showing just white. A small gasp caught in his throat and a large stain appeared on the front of his apron, from the inside. His legs buckled, and he collapsed in a heap. Helen ran to him, and discovered he had only fainted. She turned to Aoife, lifting Charlie in the process and carrying him as if he were a sleeping child. “Poor thing, he’s been working so hard. Well, let’s get started, we can ride him later when he wakes up and joins us. He seems to like girls of our size a lot!”

“Really?”, said Aoife. “Well, Dr Zheng pointed me to a Dr McCormack, who knows Charlie. He gave me a few drugs, and apparently, when they take effect, I’ll become even larger, much taller and much stronger than you, you sexy thing”, she said kissing her friend deeply, passionately. She then lifted Helen and Charlie as if they were helium balloons, and started walking to the bedroom.

“I can’t hardly wait! This is the best surprise ever.”