Max
wondered if he had ever seen anyone look half as happy as Lily did
just now. She was running her hands together maniacally, bouncing on
her toes in excitement. “Ah, I feel it. It's coming, get ready.
Are you watching me?”
Lily’s
elation suddenly died on her face as the wave of stomach pain struck
her full-on. She doubled over, folding her arms over her abdomen.
“Uggh, I forgot about this part,” she grunted.
“Regrets?”
Lily
opened one eye to peer up at him. “Never.” A moment later she
was upright again, the glow back on her face. “Okay, NOW get
ready. Mmm...there’s the warmth. And...yes, here it comes!”
For
the first few seconds, Max might’ve thought Lily was simply
stretching her shoulders, or standing with better posture. If he
wanted, he could trick himself into believing that her shirt was
rising because the girl was taking an impossibly deep breath, that
she had mistakenly purchased slacks that were a size too small. But
Max was far from innocent in these matters, and even if he had been,
these delusions wouldn’t have lasted.
“It’s
really too bad the drug doesn’t work on men,” Lily whispered,
between little gasps and mews of pleasure. “Because I wish you
could find out how good this feels.”
Her
pants were starting to become uncomfortably tight. Max could hear
the high-pitched creak of overstressed polyester as her slacks fought
against her expanding waist. Her shirt was stretching out of shape,
the thin support bands that wrapped around her shoulders and over her
bustline struggling to maintain their integrity. Max could tell
that, sooner or later, this strap was going to break. And when it
did....
Noticing
where Max's eyes were focused, Lily waved a hand over the expanding
valley of her cleavage, and pointed at her face. “Hey! Earth to
Max! I’m up here,” she said, giggling.
Lily’s
head was continuing its steady rise toward the ceiling. She locked
eyes with him as she grew, forcing his gaze to follow. Her growth
had already put her a bit on the tall side for a woman, perhaps five
foot six. And Max reminded himself that, given the size of the dose
she had taken, she was nowhere near finished.
“You
know, you never DID answer my question,” she drawled, tracing a
finger down the center of her expanding chest – a large C-cup
already, he noted.
“Huh?”
Max replied, watching her transformation with rapt attention. “Which
question was that?”
Her
lips parted in a smile. “You know which question.” Lily put her
hands on her hips, and at that moment her growth surged forward.
“Do
you....”
Her
body swelled.
“...think....”
Another
spurt, this one bigger than any before it.
“...I’m
attractive?”
Max
grinned. “The short answer? Yes.”
“That’s
the short answer?” One of her shoulder straps finally tore
through, and suddenly Lily’s shirt had become a one-sleeve, her
entire upper torso above the breastbone exposed. If she noticed,
Lily gave no outward sign – her eyes never wavered from his. He
guessed she was at least five foot nine, and still her growth still
showed no signs of stopping. “Give me the long version.”
He
thought for a moment, wetting his lips. “I’ve always thought you
were cute. Before, when you were...you know, short...you had a
certain way of moving. Confident, self-assured. I might have asked
you out a long time ago, if you had managed to shut your mouth for
two seconds.”
She
laughed heartily, her huge eyes twinkling, her body expanding with
each chuckle. “Point taken. And what about now? Am I still
cute?”
He
nodded. “But in a different way – and it’s not an adequate
word anymore. You’re...beautiful.”
Her
growth was starting to ebb away now. Her clothing was ripped in
several places, and everything she wore looked almost impossibly
tight. Max had the thought that, if they ever DID manage to market
their drug to a mass audience, such an outfit might become a new
fashion trend. The girl before him was tall – extremely tall for a
woman – but still perhaps a fraction of an inch shorter than him.
To his surprise he found this slightly disappointing.
Lily
was staring at him, an approving smile on her lovely face. “Well,
we have three hours at least before the drug wears off.” She sat
down on the couch, and patted the cushion beside her. “Would you
like to watch a movie?”
“Okay,
sure.” He took the offered seat, painfully conscious of how close
the girl was to him. Steeling his will, he decided that he was going
to be a gentleman this evening – even if it killed him.
“I’ve
got some DVD’s in the folder on the table,” Lily said, pointing.
“See if there’s anything in there you like.”
Max
began to flip through her collection. There were quite a few decent
flicks, and he realized that his selection might make all the
difference in how the night progressed. Fight Club? Too gory.
Dirty Dancing? No – Lily was too smart to fall for the old ‘Get
the girl in the mood with the romantic movie’ trick.
He
was just starting to narrow down his choices, when he felt Lily’s
weight shift on the couch, and suddenly her thigh was pressing hard
against him. Max looked up. The girl’s face was mere inches from
his, and she was giving him an unmistakable little smile.
“Hey...Max...I’ve
been thinking. I’m not really in the mood for a movie tonight.”
She leaned closer, a few stray locks of hair tumbling into her eyes.
Keep
it cool, man.
“Oh?”
Max said, trying to sound disinterested. “What ARE you in the mood
for?”
Her
lips pursed impishly. Lily spread two fingers, and placed them
softly against his forehead. “Close you eyes,” she purred. Her
fingers drew down his face, over his eyes, and he let them shut under
her gentle touch.
He
felt Lily pull away from him, and stand up off the couch. Max had
just enough time to wonder what she had in mind, before he felt legs
pressing into the couch on either side of him, and a warm body
crawling into his lap. Hands touched him – icy-cold, but not
unpleasant – and then something hot and wet was pressing against
his cheek. The sensation sent needles of pleasure dancing up and
down his spine. Her lips came down again and again, on his temple,
his ear, the nape of his neck. And finally, after the briefest
hesitation, she kissed him full on the mouth.
Max
opened his eyes to find Lily staring back at him fondly. Her eyes
were the lush green of a forest in high summer. With a gentle nudge
she eased him onto his back, and she lay on top of him, her weight
pleasantly firm against him. She stroked his hair softly, smiling,
and let Max run his hands over her body, down her strong back, over
the curve of her hips, onto the generous mound of her butt.
Lily’s
eyes twinkled mischievously. Suddenly he felt a painful bite on his
lip, and then the girl was grabbing his arms, trying to pin him
against the couch. On her knees now, she pressed against him with
all her might, kissing him savagely.
Instinctively,
Max fought back. At five foot eleven, Lily was much stronger than he
might've expected, but nowhere near a match for him. In short order
he had pushed her off of him, and flipped the girl onto her back.
Their positions reversed, Max grinned down at her. “How do YOU
like it?” he asked breathlessly, nibbling her neck.
“You...you
brute!” she cried, her voice distorted by cries of pleasure. “You
wouldn’t...wouldn’t be able to do this to me...if I
was...bigger!”
The
word was like a magic spell. Both man and woman froze, staring into
each other’s eyes. After what seemed an interminable silence Lily
spoke, her voice tiny. “Please?”
A
war of conscience raged inside Max’s head, with neither side able
to break the stalemate. His mouth opened, but no sound came out.
Sensing
weakness, Lily smiled seductively. Her fingernails touched the back
of his neck, tracing a line to his jaw, up his cheek, to his lips.
“It would just be another two inches. Five...foot...six. That’s
a perfectly reasonable height, isn’t it? Just a LITTLE bit taller
than average. Don't I deserve it?”
She
delicately drew his face into the warm pillows of her bosom. “These
would be bigger, too. Aren’t they nice? Supple...soft yet
firm...and for tonight, they could be...I could be...HUGE for you.”
She twisted her shoulder, pressing her tits against his chin. “And
I promise to be gentle. Of course I'll be gentle. Come on
Max...don’t you want to see what kind of fun we can have? Don't
you want to see what it's like to make love to a girl that's
much...MUCH...bigger than you?”
Max
rolled off her, and climbed to his feet. “You should work for
Amway,” he told her, scowling. “I bet you could sell sand to
al-Qaeda.”
“Didn’t
anyone ever tell you it’s not nice to point?” she asked, glancing
slyly at his crotch.
He
shook his head in dismay, and walked toward the kitchen. With an
excited little yip, Lily jumped up to follow. She watched as he
carefully measured another dose, massaging his shoulders and giving
him short, sensual kisses as he worked. He tried not to be
distracted by her touch, tried not to think about the
soon-to-be-growing hottie waiting for him to finish. Despite his
efforts, when he moved to squeeze a single dose from the syringe he
felt his thumb slip, and a bit more of the serum than he’d intended
leaked out onto the blotter paper.
Shit.
Well, what was the worst that could happen?
Max
handed her the paper, and she swallowed it instantly. Taking him by
the hand, she led him back to the couch and motioned for him to sit.
The pain hit a moment later, but this time she suffered it in
silence, closing her eyes and breathing evenly through her nose.
When it passed she smiled down at him. They both knew what was
coming.
Slowly,
Lily began to undress. With some difficulty she rolled her pants
down her long, elegant legs. Her panties came next, the cotton
already stretched and torn. She turned away, giving him a wonderful
glimpse of her backside as she removed them, and when she faced him
again it was with hands placed coyly over her womanhood. “It’s
always a good idea to keep a man waiting,” she told him, her voice
thick and sweet like melted chocolate.
“But
not too long,” he insisted. Already the bulge in his pants was
starting to become painful.
“Speaking
of long....” Lily pointed at the hemline of her shirt, smiling
demurely. As Max watched, he could see it slowly creeping up her
tummy. The sides of the garment hugged her expanding hips tighter,
and tighter still. Lily was panting softly, her cheeks turning a
deep red hue. Her growth was coming much faster this time. She was
already taller than him by at least two inches. Three. Her breasts
strained violently against the stretchy fabric of shirt, until at
last the garment could stand no more. The seams groaned, split, and
a moment later the tattered remains of her outfit tumbled to the
floor.
Lily
sighed in satisfaction and lifted her arms high above her head,
stretching her muscles even as she stretched taller. Max could see
every inch of her enormous body in all its glory: her beautiful,
shapely legs; the ample swell of her bosom with its tiny,
rose-colored nipples; the downy fur and pink, glistening folds of her
pussy.
Lily
smirked down at him as her body continued to expand. From his
sitting position the girl seemed even taller than reality, as if she
towered all the way to the ceiling. And with every inch she gained,
this illusion became all the more convincing.
She
stepped toward him, and placing one finger on his chin, indicated
that he should stand. As soon as he did she grasped him, hugging him
tight against her hot flesh, and began to kiss him frantically. All
the while he could feel her sliding upward against him, could feel
her long fingers against his skin. His eyes were shoulder height to
the amazonian beauty, and with each passing second he watched her
grow even larger.
Without
warning she spun him around, and unceremoniously pulled his shirt
over his head. She removed his pants, pulling them down to his
ankles. Next came his boxer shorts. He turned back to face her,
naked as the day he was born, and looked up just in time to see the
seven foot girl descending to engulf him. Lily kissed him hard, her
giant tongue easily parting his lips and forcing its way into his
mouth.
He
reached out blindly, his hand coming to rest within her nether
regions. Lily’s cry of pleasure came out strident and loud. She
was hot inside, and gooey like maple syrup. She let him stroke her
for a moment, her juices splashing, flowing thickly down her
trunk-like legs.
Max
felt himself being lifted into the air, cradled against the enormous
girl’s chest. Still holding him, Lily sat down on the couch, and
placed him on her lap. Her body was huge, nearly seven and a half
feet tall by now. Her distinctive perfume surrounded him, the only
smell in his universe. The girl began to massage his legs, his
stomach, his inner thigh. When her giant hands finally wrapped
around the head of his penis, it felt like a tiny explosion
detonating within his loins. She stroked him up and down, slowly at
first, but then faster, and faster.
“Come
on Max, don’t hold back.” As she spoke her breath tickled his
ear, liquifying his insides. “I’m so big...so wet for you. Come
on. Cum for me. I want you to...I’m telling you to....”
She
squeezed him hard, and Max came. The orgasm was easily one of the
most intense of his life. He saw stars.
He
lay in her arms for a long time, letting her pet him affectionately.
“Aren’t you just SO glad you gave me that second dose?” she
whispered.
Max
laughed weakly. “Moderately glad, yes.”
“Only
moderately, eh?” She pinched him on the thigh, using her
fingernails to make sure he really felt it. He yelped, and
involuntarily jumped out of her lap. “Yeah, so as long as you’re
up...bring me some more of that Indian food. The shish kafta. I
think I’m going to need a little more energy. You’re taking care
of ME next, so maybe you could use a snack too.”
Still
rubbing his injury, Max retrieved one of the cartons of food from the
kitchen and handed it to Lily. “Geez, we haven’t even been
dating for an hour, and already you’ve got me whipped. I guess I
can excuse the attitude for now, what with you being a friggin' giant
and everything. But I hope this isn’t how our relationship is
going to be after you shrink down.”
Lily
chuckled. “I might think about giving it a rest, if we do ever DO
end up dating.” She cracked open the styrofoam container, and
started eating.
“Hold
on a second,” Max said, touching her on the shoulder. “What do
you mean IF we end up dating?”
She
swallowed, and looked up at him. “Just that. I told you I would
think about it. I’m still thinking.”
Max
suddenly felt as it he’d spent the evening swallowing fistfuls of
hot gravel. “So wait. If we aren’t dating, what ARE we doing?”
“Having
fun.” She stared at him quizzically. “Did you really
misunderstand what this was? I mean...choosing a boyfriend is like
buying a car. It’s a big decision. You need to shop around, and
sleep on it. But you were so nice...you brought me dinner, and....”
She looked at the vial of serum still resting on the kitchen table.
“...dessert. I figured, hell, the least I could do was take you
for a test drive.
“Speaking
of which....” She stood, and drew his eyes up, and up, to meet
hers. “There’s a scenic route I’d like to take you on...to see
how you handle. The on ramp is in the bedroom.” Lily reached
down, and took him by the hand.
Max
pulled away. “Sorry, I’m out of gas.” He started looking for
his pants.
Lily
watched him, an incredulous smile on her face. “Oh, this is
ADORABLE. You’re really going to storm out of here? With a
gigantic, beautiful girl waiting to fulfill your every desire?”
She threw her arms up in disgust. “And I thought I WAS supposed to
be the girly one.”
“I
don’t like being used,” he said simply, pulling on his shirt.
Lily
put her hands on her hips. “Oh come on, don’t be like that. I
mean, sure I was persuasive. Maybe I twisted your arm here and
there. But everything you did tonight was of your own free will.”
Max
was pulling on his jacket. “Keep the left-overs. I’ll see you
in lab.” He grabbed the drug, and stuffed it into his pocket.
“Hey,
Max!” the giant girl yelled after him. “Don’t leave angry.
Let’s talk about this!”
But
he was already out the door.