At
the security station, the guard seemed to be thoroughly engrossed by
his Facebook page. Max went by unobserved. He left the building,
walking with forced casualness, and went out to his car. After
parking the vehicle just outside the loading dock, he popped the
trunk. Inside he found his winter survival kit, and pulled out a
large emergency blanket. He quickly covered himself with it, making
sure that he could see through the holes in the fabric.
Max
yanked open the door to the Chemistry Building, and charged past the
first camera. The guard was in the little kitchen adjacent to his
station, and it smelled like he was microwaving some popcorn. This is
what minimum wage buys you, he thought, hurrying by.
He
arrived at the bathroom, and removed his “Out of Order” sign.
“Lily, where are you? We’ve got to GO.”
He
had been prepared for her to be a bit larger, but when the girl
stepped around the corner, Max couldn’t believe his eyes. It
looked as if his absence had somehow caused her growth to accelerate.
Forget touching the ceiling - if Lily stood on her tip-toes, she
could probably head-butt it. She was almost a foot taller than him
now. Every inch of her polished chestnut skin was completely exposed
to him, and her clothing lay in tatters on the floor.
He
felt his heart skip a beat as the seven-foot goddess began to walk
toward him. The walk was slow, swaying, calculated to speak to the
deepest part of the male psyche. She looked as though her body had
been sculpted from a single, gigantic block of marble. But the thing
that worried him the most was the unmistakable come-hither stare that
Lily was focusing on him.
“Now.
I believe I asked you a question.” She ran her fingers through
her hair, and frowned at him. “Do you think I’m attractive?”
Max
cleared this throat nervously. “I’ll answer any question you
want. Later. Right now we’re getting out of here.”
She
took another step toward him. “I don’t think you’re the one
calling the shots here. But if you don’t want to answer THAT
question, I’ve got another one for you.” Another step. Now she
was only a few inches from him, forcing him to crane his neck up to
meet her gaze. “Believe it or not, I think the thing I want more
than anything else in this world at this moment is to kiss you.”
Lily reached down to caress his cheek, lightly tracing her long
fingers across his lips. “The question...if I did that...would you
like it?”
She
was so close he could smell her, almost taste her. It was an odor
that spoke to him in the loudest possible terms - the distinctive
smell of female arousal. Lily’s size seemed to amplify the scent;
it was all around him, overpowering him. How easy it would be to
give in....
“I’m
not hearing a ‘no,’” she growled. “Maybe you’re holding
out for more than just a kiss? But a kiss is a good enough place to
start.” Her lips parted softly, and she bent toward him.
“Lily,
stop!” To his surprise she actually did, more from shock, he
reasoned, than any real need to obey him. “We’ve got a small
window of time to get out of here, and that window is closing.
Now...cut the crap and cover yourself with this.” He threw her the
blanket, and moved to open the door.
A
large, powerful arm slammed it shut again. Lily was glaring down at
him, frighteningly huge, death in her eyes. “And if I decided to
just take what I want?” she asked, grabbing him by the shirt. “Do
you really think you could stop me?”
He
said the first thing that came to mind, and knew immediately that it
had been the only possible right answer. “I trust you.”
Lily’s
eyes narrowed, and she seemed to think for a long time. At last she
released him, though she continued to give him the evil eye. “This
isn’t over.”
“If
you say so. And by the way, I think you’ve finished growing.
You’re pretty much the same height as you were when I came in
here.”
Lily
sighed. “More’s the pity. Or, in this case, less.”
Max
laughed in spite of himself. “Look Stretch, just put on the
blanket and follow me.”
They
crept down the hallway toward the guard station. “What is this
thing for, anyway?” she asked, tugging at the thick woolen blanket.
“It smells funny, and it isn’t even long enough to cover my
legs.”
“It’s
not the blanket’s fault you decided to grow, Lily. If you were
your old size it would be MORE than big enough.”
“If
I was my old size I wouldn’t be wearing it.”
“True.”
He motioned her to stop. “That’s what it’s for,” he said,
pointing at one of the cameras. “Anyone watching those tapes will
know that SOMEONE walked by, someone big, but they won’t know who.”
“Um,
won’t they know that someone big walked by...being led by YOU?”
Max
froze. He had been under the blanket on the way in, but hadn’t
even considered what he would do on the return trip. What a stupid
mistake!
From
behind him, Lily started to snicker. He whirled to confront her, but
the words died in his throat. She had lifted the blanket so she
could see him, in the process revealing her gigantic, naked body.
Her breasts were right at eye level, each curved with a perfect
teardrop shape and swollen to the size of his head. “What’s so
damn funny?” he finally managed, trying to ignore the sudden rush
of blood to his nether regions.
“There’s
an obvious solution to our problem, little man,” she said, tussling
his hair.
Max
clenched his hands into fists, struggling to maintain control. It
was vitally important that his amazon lab partner not discover that
he was actually enjoying this treatment. “And that is?”
“Remember,
you trust me,” she told him. Suddenly the girl grabbed him by the
shoulders. She spun him one-hundred eighty degrees and pulled him
into a tight embrace, his head resting between her breasts. Lily
dropped the blanket again, and he immediately felt his knees weaken
as her smell wafted over him. Her skin was hot against his neck, and
he could clearly feel her rapid pulse through the velvety softness of
her bosom.
They
walked in tandem past the camera. The guard station was still
deserted, and soon they were at the loading dock. Lily threw off the
blanket, and the two of them dashed through the snow. She dove into
the backseat of his car, and Max steered out of the parking lot.
“Now,”
she breathed, the edges of her lips against his ear. “Where were
we?”
“Tell
me how to get to your place,” he demanded. “And stay down back
there, dammit – do you want someone to see you?”
“Oh,
are you EVER going to get it,” she promised, but did as he said.
Lily’s
house turned out to be a rather nice old-style brick home in one of
the better neighborhoods in town. Max pulled into her driveway, and
killed the ignition. “Keys?” he asked.
“Still
with my pants, in the bathroom trash. But there’s a spare under
the orange rock in the front garden,” she added, struggling to get
out of the car. Max gave her a hand, and then unlocked the front
door. As soon as he had it open he felt a large hand on his back,
and she was shoving him inside.
Lily
looked down at him, a manic hunger in her eyes. “No more talk.
You’re mine, Shrimp. Willingly would be best, but not would be fun
too.”
The
giant girl was advancing on him, reaching down for him, lifting his
chin skyward with one long finger. Her lips were descending, rosy
red, ready to devour him.
Could
this really be Lily? The same snotty, diminutive little wench that
had followed him around like a bad rash ever since freshman year?
She had never shown the slightest bit of interest in him sexually,
but now it seemed she could think of nothing else. Despite his
qualms about her personality, this might even have been welcome.
Hell, who was he kidding - it was a dream come true. But there was
no denying that somehow this all felt...wrong.
“Why?”
he whispered.
Lily
paused, her face less than he inch from his. “Why what?” she
snarled.
Max
had not intended to speak the word aloud, but he saw his opening and
made for it. “Five years we’ve known each other. I always
thought you hated me. So...why are you doing this now?”
Lily
straightened up to her full, gargantuan height. “I never hated
you,” she said, and Max heard unmistakable sincerity in her voice.
“Then
why do you make fun of me constantly? Try to get under my skin, say
those nasty things?”
“That’s...I
was just....,” she stuttered, taking a long moment to regain her
composure. “I don’t understand why you’re fighting this so
hard. Do you seriously find me that repellant?”
Max
took a deep breath. “I...no. I don’t. You’re easily the most
beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life. And the height is...kind
of a turn-on, to be honest. It’s just that I question the reasons
why you’re acting this way. You take a drug that’s SUPPOSED to
be a powerful hallucinogen, and suddenly you’re crazy about me. Is
it the drug talking, or is it you? I just...I don’t want to take
advantage of you.”
“YOU...don’t
want to take advantage...of ME?” The giant girl shook her head,
and when she looked at him again it was with teeth bared. “Forget
it. The gazelle doesn’t get to ask the lion why it’s about to
get eaten.” Lily grabbed him by the seat of the pants, and lifted
him into the air.
“Lily,
wait! I don’t think....”
“Shut
up,” she whispered, and then her lips were on him.
For
all its frightening buildup, the kiss was surprisingly gentle, almost
loving. Her touch was delicate despite her size, her enormous lips
silky and warm. Her hands massaged his back, stroked his hair. A
huge tongue slipped into his mouth, slowly, tentatively, almost as if
its owner was afraid of what the consequences might be.
This
was easily the strangest, and possibly the best kiss of Max Harwell’s
life, and he knew that he had to find a way to end it. He twisted in
her embrace, freeing his arms, and lifted both of them above the
enormous girl’s head. Her center of gravity suddenly changed, Lily
stumbled backward. Swinging his feet wildly, Max found the wall with
his toes, and pushed with all his might.
That
was enough. Lily sprawled onto the floor, landing with Max on top,
knocking the wind from her. He scrambled to his feet, grabbed his
car keys, and flung the front door open. He turned back to see how
much of a head start he would have for the mad dash to his car, only
to see Lily still lying on the floor gasping for breath, looking up
at him with a mix of rage and sorrow. He immediately felt a pang of
remorse.
“I’ll
call you,” he promised, and softly shut the door behind him.
The
taste of her lips was still in his mouth as he drove home, and even
after he had a chance to wash it away he was a long time forgetting
it.