Jonathan was sitting on his couch, waiting for Melissa´s reply. Now, it was about 7:30 am, he had been waiting for over an hour to hear from her. He had turned on the TV, decided to distract himself while he was waiting; he couldn´t help but to check on his phone every ten minutes, sometimes not even five.

He wouldn´t admit it, but he was starting to feel anxious. He ignored what was going on in TV and just allowed his mind to drop some ideas for him.

“Ok, no answer so far, that´s ok, maybe she´s still asleep.”

“Well, it´s been thirty minutes… is she ok or… did her phone died?”

“7 am already, she must be awake now, for sure. Women need some more time to get ready so… “

“I wonder… did she shrank like me? Is she like… scared?”

He could not think straight, so he thought of everything, even the idea that she had no signal. But Jonathan had to be aware that he wasn´t much of a priority in her life. She´d known him for a really short time; they were not like on a relationship or anything.

At most, they were friends. But still, part of him felt as if he needed to know. He was craving for an answer, a call, even a text with a happy face, anything. But then, he was interrupted, by himself.

It was his stomach, rumbling, he was hungry. He couldn´t ignore it, he woke up over an hour ago and have done nothing but to wait for a reply. He decided it was necessary to eat something, whatever.

He drifted into the kitchen, the stove was pretty much out of reach, so he won´t be able to cook. He opened the fridge, in the hopes that he will find something to eat. As soon as he opened it, he faced something, the gallon of milk. His mouth watered for a moment, but he promised Melissa he will stop drinking it.

Jonathan couldn´t help but to want it, need it, the smell, the flavor, everything on it made him desire the taste of the thick creamy liquid, but he couldn´t. He turned away, searching for something else, something that didn´t need to be cook.

After searching for a while, he pulled out an apple. Not what he had in mind, but it will do until lunch. The question is, what will he do during lunch? For now, it was too early to think of it, so he just went back to the living room and checked if there was any message from Melissa.

He checked and to his surprise, nothing. He sat back on the enormous couch and ate the apple while he watched some TV.

Done… with the apple, the TV and waiting. Jonathan was tired of it all. He needed to set his mind into something else, whatever, then he thought: “What if… I… what if I visit… Lillian?” that wasn´t such a bad idea, maybe she had finished with her morning exercises, besides, he´d feel better with some company.

He looked at his clothes, they were too baggy, but he had nothing else to wear. Should he step outside and walk all the way to the house next door? He had to think about it.

He knew that if he stayed alone in his house waiting for Melissa, most likely, he´ll end up wasting his time, and starving until 5 or something, there was no chance she skipped work just for him.

He gave it one last try, he´ll call Melissa, if she answers, then he´ll wait for her, but if she doesn´t, then he´ll visit Lillian, no matter how embarrassed he was.

Jonathan grabbed his phone and dialed her number; the phone rang a couple times until…  it sent him to voicemail. He tried one more time, same thing happened. If there was a third time, he was sure things will be the same. Now, it´s time to resign and follow plan B.

Jonathan watched himself on the mirror, his shirt was too big and too long, it seemed more like a man´s large night gown, that came all the way passed his knees, his calves and almost reaching his ankles. His shorts were too big, lucky for him, his underwear still kind of fit. He had no shoes to wear, so he decided to go all the way there, barefoot.

He felt odd, like some sort of gnome or mythical creature, wandering thru the land of gigantic people. Lucky for him, at this time, most people won´t be home, so there´ll be no one else but him on the street, hopefully.

He left his phone behind, opened his main door and stepped outside. He peeked, trying to see if there was anyone outside… there wasn´t. He gave one step, then another, and another. Before he noticed, he had left his front porch; being outside made him feel anxious, what will someone do if they spot him?

He needed to rush. He accelerated his pace as he made it to Lillian´s porch, then, he stood in front of the door. Everything seemed bigger, for once, he couldn´t reach the door bell, so he knocked.

*knock* *knock*

He knew he wasn´t making much noise for her to notice. He turned back, maybe she will arrive home, if she isn´t home already. Also, he needed to make sure no one was watching.

He knocked again, harder, but no one came to open the door.

He didn´t like the way he was feeling now, Melissa wasn´t answering and neither was Lillian, he felt as if he had been left alone, alone in the world.

He knocked again. *knock* *knock* *knock*

But this time, he spoke.

“L-Lillian! It… it´s me… Jonathan…” He wasn´t sure what so say, “Uhmm, I… I don´t know if you´re home so…” he stopped, why would he say something if he wasn´t sure she´ll listen, besides, she was way too sweet to leave him waiting outside, most likely, she wasn´t home.

Jonathan stepped back. His heart was beating hard inside his chest. He counted on Lillian, he needed her now more than ever. But what could he expect, he couldn´t reach the doorbell and his hands were too small to make a decent knock on the door.

Jonathan turned, and walked away, making sure no one was watching him. He felt sad, he made it all the way there just to find out Lillian wasn´t home. He rushed to his house, but as he did, he stepped on a rock. He was barefoot, so it hurt like hell. He jumped over one foot a few times before he returned to his normal pace.

What he ignored was that, Lillian was home. In fact, she made it all the way to the door, but she couldn´t allow Jonathan to see her the way she was now. She was barely covering herself with some bed sheets.

She was huge, enormous even. The bed sheets she was wearing as a “dress” barely covered her swelled body. Her previously thick body was much thicker than it should. Even those king size sheets only covered her torso and a small part of her legs.

Under the white cotton fabric of the sheets, her much larger and pronounced breasts were contained, and so was her round swaying butt. Barely, her body was too big for it.

From behind, you could glance at how much the sheets failed to do their job. Her hips and butt were too big for the thin fabric. The round sturdy flesh of her ass was barely cover. If she kneeled, then the sheets will rise all the way up and display her naked butt. If they didn´t rip all the way up.

At the same time, her enormous cleavage was too big to be hold. She had to grab the sheets with her hand, else, they´ll fall and show her sensuous large body. Her hard nipples were showing their erect shape under the sheets.

She laid one hand on the knob the second time Jonathan knocked, her hand was enormous, the door´s knob seemed like a small toy in her hands. She wanted to open, but she couldn´t, he´ll be too scared now. What would he think if his neighbor appeared to be a gigantic woman, even bigger, and almost naked? She had to hold herself.

She just peered thru the window´s curtain, just enough to look outside and watch him leave. When he stepped on the rock, she couldn´t help it and just said: “Aww, you poor thing.” She wanted to open the door and hold him in her enlarged arms.

“Honey… I… I´m sorry.” She said to herself as a sad feeling flow over her. She felt as if she had let Jonathan down. Alone.

But she couldn´t do anything. She had a plan, things had to flow in a certain way, else, things could go wrong. She knew that she had to wait. Jonathan had proved that he needed someone, he´ll fall in the arms of despair in no time and agree to anything just to be able to feel safe. She wanted that, she wanted to be his savior, his protector, she was craving for things to take place soon.

The only thing that stopped her was this sudden growth, how come she wasn´t aware of it? No one told her that if she drank from her own milk, she´ll grow into a giantess.

“Stupid doctor… results may vary my ass…” she spoke with a mad tone, “and when are my clothes arriving? The site said immediate delivery, it´s been like five hours… if they´re not on their way…” even if it wasn´t on purpose, someone was stepping in between Lillian and her little Jonathan. Hopefully, she doesn´t take it up with the delivery guy.

A few moments later, Jonathan was back at his place. He was tired. He sat on the floor with a feeling of defeat and loneliness. How come, no one was there for him? It was sort of selfish to think that way, besides, people had other things to do. It was about 9 am, too early, at least for him.

He just laid next to his front door, wondering if someone will come and ring his bell. Of course, that won´t be happening any time soon. Maybe Melissa, but she must be at work now, and he left no note or anything on Lillian´s door for her to notice he was at her house.

Jonathan tried to set his mind into something else. Maybe his purchase. His small mouse and keyboard. The things he bought were not precisely in the country, so they´ll take some extra time to be deliver.

“Ok, as soon as those things arrive, I´ll be able to get back to work…” he spoke, videogames were the distraction he needed. The only thing that will set his mind away from this gigantic world, will be a virtual one. He just sighed and decided to wait.

Time went by, he couldn´t stay there all day, so he stepped up and decided to do some chores. He failed with every single one of them. Things were just, too big. They felt heavier on his tiny hands, hard to hold too. After attempting several things, he resigned. He will do nothing, he stood five inches below three feet tall. What could he do?

He just laid on the couch, and checked his phone. It was around 10 am, still, no reply from Melissa. But at least he had spent a whole hour “doing” other thing than waiting.

“Why? Just… WHY?” spoke Jonathan, “Why is this…” then his words were interrupted by something, the door.

*ding* *dong*

Rang the bell, followed by a firm knock.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK*

Jonathan stepped up immediately, who was it? Could it be… Lillian? She was the only available person now; Melissa was working. He gave a few steps towards the door, but then, he heard a couple more knocks, but harder this time.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

Whoever it was, wasn´t much patient. Jonathan had his doubts, should he open? He just peered at the shadow that could be seen thru the window next to the door. The person standing there was tall, really tall, and also, had big boobs.

Jonathan smiled for a second, it was Lillian! She´s the only one who´s, well, the only woman he knows who´s that tall and with boobs that big. He felt happy, and in a certain way, attracted by the large cleavage he could barely see.

*KNOCK!* *KNOCK!*

“Ok, I´m coming…” he whispered.

Why was she on such a rush right now? Maybe, she´s just worried for him. A person who´s shrinking is not supposed to be left alone. Perhaps, she just wants to check on him.

Those were the ideas he got as he walked to the door. Then, the knob turned, he had forgotten to lock it when he came back from Lillian´s house. But it was ok, Lillian could be trust to get in. No problem.

Jonathan just stepped back and waited for her to open the door on her own. To his surprise, the door was open with such a force, that it blew a lot of air to his face. He almost fell on his back. It seemed very sudden, and odd.

As he blinked, he said: “Hello Li…” he stopped, as he craned his neck to watch the gigantesque lady at his door, he was sure of something… that wasn´t Lillian.

Thick legs, wide hips, and a huge cleavage, barely contained by the clothes she was wearing. Her legs were too thick for the tight spandex shorts she wore. In any second, those things could rip up because of the swelling flesh beneath them.

Whatever she was wearing, seemed like the tightest crop top he had seen, he could see the soft flesh of her mid-section in full display, her belly button was way higher than the top of his head. And her creamy flesh seemed soft. Above, the top had a really hard time holding her enormous breasts, so round, so firm. He could see the underside of her boobs as she stood there.

He glared at her whole body, when he set his gaze down, he noticed she wasn´t wearing any shoes, she was standing there on her bare feet. Feet that were huge, at least, three times the length of his own, one in front of the other. He swallowed.

She was standing so tall and with no heels. She had a much thicker body than when they last saw each other. He ignored if he was still able to tell someone´s height accurately, but if he had to guess, then, the woman standing right in front of him must be at least 6´6”.

He spoke: “M… Melissa?”

It was her, Melissa was standing in front of his door, displaying her sensuous new body, covered with a few and over stretched clothes. But, there was something else, as she leaned to give him a better look of her face, she showed him something. Rage.

She stepped in, pushing him in just with her imponent body. Jonathan almost tripped as he tried to walk backwards, pinning his eyes into her majestic body. Her boobs bounced with each step and her hips did nothing but sway pronouncedly as she walked. What was going on?

She slammed the door closed behind her and said: “YOU! You tricked me!” she declared.

Jonathan was confused, what was she talking about?

“How could I trust you with your: “Melissa, I don´t know what´s going on…”Fuck that¡ You knew very well what was happening” She stepped closer and closer to him, until she pinned him to the wall.

All Jonathan could see were her swelled thighs, overstretching her really short shorts. He was amazed, but overall, scared. Why was she acting this way?

“Because of you, now I´m a gigantic bimbo!” he was looking all the way up to her, but all he could see was the underside of her enormous breasts and her eyes, filled with rage.

“M-Melissa… I… I don´t know what do you…” she cut him off.

“Fuck that! You know very well what you did, just look at ME! I woke up like THIS today, wanna guess why? Oh right, it´s because of your stupid MILK!” she spoke.

Jonathan couldn´t get it. As he stared at the amazonic woman in front of him, he wondered: ”The milk did that?”

He had to think straight. But Melissa´s enlarged thick body was stopping him. Still, he could come to think about it. He didn´t drank it last night, and today, he woke up standing at 2´7”. The same height he was when Melissa left.

But, she drank a whole lot of it. A lot. If the milk did this, why did Melissa grow? Wasn´t she supposed to shrink? There should be a logical explanation. For now, he´ll have to deal with the enraged giant in front of him.

“Mel…” he was about to speak when she reached for him and held him by the neck of his shirt. She picked him up all the way until he was eye level with her.

His feet were dangling in the air a good three feet off the ground, or even more. He took hold of Melissa´s wrists feeling he´d fall in any moment. Her limbs were much thicker, he was not able to surround her wrist with one hand. But he held into it like a thick metal bar.

“LISTEN! Don´t play stupid with me, I don´t wanna hear anything but the words “antidote” and where it is…” clearly, he knew nothing about a way to reverse whatever was happening to both.

If the milk was the cause, then how or what will the antidote be? All he cared for now, was that she didn´t threw him to the ground.

“Uhm, Melissa could you…” he tried to speak, but she won´t allow him to.

“QUIET! You´ll only speak when I tell you to, so shut your mouth.” She was furious.

In the morning, her phone was what woke her up, naturally, she reached for it with her hand. But she didn´t like what she found out. First, she felt as if the phone was closer, she didn´t even had to stretch her arm how she used to, or even stretch it at all.

Then, she felt the size of it. It seemed much smaller than she remembered. Her long fingers surround it as if it was an old tiny phone. Any remain of sleepiness in her was vanished by it. Then, she rose from bed, higher and higher.

She could feel the breeze in her semi-naked body. The clothes she was wearing last night had been rip by her own growing body. Her new bigger curves needed much more space than the one her old clothes could provide. Her hips were wider, her ass was rounder, and her boobs, they were beyond colossal.

She couldn´t believe it, her main question was why? Or even, how? But, reading the name of the person calling washed all her doubts away. As soon as she saw Jonathan´s name, all her questions and insecurities became anger. Now, he´ll be the one to take the blame for all this.

As soon as she found the “cause” she searched for clothes that still fitted and headed outside, towards Jonathan´s place.

Now, she was at his place, but not in a nice way. “Now tell me…” she took a good look at him before she continued, checking his body from head to toes. “Did you shrink? You seem smaller but that´s because of the fucking growth spurt I had… now speak, are you smaller?” she asked, making Jonathan quake deep inside. He wanted Melissa to come, but not like this.

“ANSWER ME!” she yelled as he took longer than she wanted to talk.

“NO!” he replied, loud and clear so that she didn´t lose her patience. If there´s some in her.

“No? Ok, so you didn´t drank from the milk after I left?” she asked, and he simply said no, moving his head from side to side.

“Good! I guess, there´s still milk on that gallon in the fridge, right?” she asked with a more relaxed tone. Still, she sounded as if she had something in mind.

“Y-yes.” He spoke.

“Very well.” That´s all she said before throwing Jonathan over her wide shoulder and carry him all the way to the kitchen.

Once there, she opened the fridge. Jonathan was still over her shoulder when she did. She closed the fridge´s door and placed the gallon on the counter top. After that, she placed Jonathan there too. He was confused.

Melissa grabbed the gallon again, opened it and set her gaze straight at Jonathan.

He was beyond nervous. Before, she was tall, but she seemed nice. Now, she was almost four feet taller than him. She was mad, beyond mad, and he could tell. All this only made her seem much more dominant, everything she said was an order. He was afraid of her.

“Ok, now listen to what´s going to happen.” She began, with the gallon in hand. “I´ll ask you once more, BUT, if you don´t give me the answer I want, then, I´ll force the whole milk remaining on the gallon into your mouth. That´s right, either you give me what I want or I´ll make you even smaller!” She declared. Jonathan´s heart beat hard on his chest; he knew nothing about the milk. What will he do?