Transcribed from the audio journal of Dr. Paul Ahearn, research scientist, continued.

Nov. 1, 2011

Jess walked in today at work.  She was wearing three-inch heels, which, with the virus' effects, made her three inches taller than me.  At her current rate of growth, by tomorrow, she'll be taller than me when we're both barefoot.

Jess is flirting with me more openly.  I have to admit, I like it.  I always thought Jess was pretty, facially speaking.  Now, as she gets taller and her weight is converted to bone and muscle, she's getting to be as sexy as she is beautiful.

The truth is, I've always been shy around women.  As Jess is becoming stronger and more assertive, the impact on me is positive, too.

Wednesday, Nov. 2, 2011

Jess asked me out today.  We're going out on Friday after work.  The plan is dinner and dancing, followed by a movie.  She's now taller than me, and the difference will be more pronounced by then.

I can hardly wait.

*****

Friday, Nov. 4, 2011

I arrived at Jess' apartment for our date.  She's more than 2 inches taller than me today, and she came to the door towering over me in spike heels.  My jaw dropped.

Jess looked genuinely nervous.  "Is this OK?" she asked.  "If this makes you uncomfortable, I can change into flats."

I grinned up at her, hoping it wasn't a leer.  "Are you kidding?" I said.  "I'm going to be the most envied man there.  Don't you dare put on lower heels -- unless  you want to for yourself, that is."

"You don't mind my being so tall?"

I shook my head.  "Short or tall, I like you," I said.  "You're the one I want to spend my night with."

Jess leaned down and whispered in my ear, caressing its edge with her fingertip.  "I'll bear that in mind," she said.

We went to a buffet for dinner.  I was amazed at how much Jess ate.  If the serum was working as it should, Jess' apetite shouldn't have increased, but it was clear now that it had increased between each date.  I was concerned.

Jess looked up at me from her plate. She was finishing her second plate of main course and looking to get dessert.  I had finished my dessert already.  "You OK?" she asked.

I smiled back.  This wasn't the time to raise the issue, and I was enjoying my gorgeous date too much.  "I'm fine," I said.  "Just looking at the prettiest girl in the room."

Jess beamed back at me.

We went to a club to dance.  Jess was amazing, and drew a lot of attention.  While she's still a bit heavy for her height, she carries it well, and almost all the men were paying attention to whatever she did. She made a point of hanging on my arm or by my side the entire time, which made me feel good.

After a while, Jess leaned in by my ear.  "Let's skip the movie and head to your place," she said.

"My place?"

Jess nodded.  "It's closer than mine, and you did say you want to spend the night with me earlier."

I looked up. The pleasant amazement and question must have been evident, because Jess nodded, a playful look in her eye.  "Let's go, handsome," she said.

When we got back to my place, Jess' passions bubbled over almost as soon as we closed the door.  We fell into each other's arms -- and out of our clothes -- with great rapidity.  We were making out, then making love, first on the sofa, then in the bedroom.

I fell asleep for awhile, then Jess dozed off.  I woke up when her backside bumped into me.  At first I just thought she'd moved in bed.  Then  I realized she was growing.

I lifted the covers enough to see her body slowly elongating.  It was subtle, but noticeable. After a few minutes, it stopped.  If our calculations had been correct -- and it appeared they were -- she was now closer to three inches taller than me.

(Woman's voice in background):  Paul?

Paul: Oh, hi, Jess.

Jess: Whatcha doing?

Paul: I was just making an entry into my journal.  Actually I was just finishing.  Here, let me just turn th--

(Device shuts off.)

*****

Jessica Egolf's voice:

Hi, Paul, it's Jess.  You've gone back to sleep, and I wanted to leave you this message this way.

First off, if you find me gone when you get up, it's only temporary.  We've got a weekend we can spend together, and I want to.

Oh, by the way, if you need it for your journal, it's very early on Saturday, Nov. 5.

Secondly, I wanted to let you know about the eating.  I can see you want to ask me about it, but you're holding back.  The truth is, I want to tell you, but I'm not sure I understand it myself, and so I'm not sure how to explain.  It's probably easier for me to try it like this.

See, I like growing, and I've always loved eating.  This feels to me like my biology is making me grow and causing me to eat to fuel the growth, but how much of it is that and how much is psychological I don't know.

I've been running some tests on my biology at work to see if I can figure it out.  So far, they're inconclusive.  I don't know if we'll ever know.

But I know this much, Paul.  Don't ever be afraid to ask me anything.  I'll do my best to answer you.  I've always had some … feelings for you, but was afraid to make them known.  I regret that now.  I think we wasted a lot of time with each of us standing off from the other.

Anyway, I'm going to go home to get a few things -- the stuff I'd picked up in preparation for the next few days.  If you don't want me to come back, call my cell.  Otherwise, I'll be here in a bit.

Voice of Paul Ahearn:

Saturday, Nov. 5, 2011

I awoke to find Jess coming back in the door.  She explained what she had been doing, and asked if it was OK.  I told her the truth:  I'm thrilled with the idea of having her to myself for a weekend.  She beamed that effervescent smile of hers.

She also told me she'd left me a message on this recorder, and that I should play it before I made any more journal entries.  She promised she hadn't listened to the journal in the meantime.

I played her message back before this recording, then went over to my towering girlfriend and hugged her.  "Thanks for the message," I said.  "I'll bear the instruction you left me in mind.  You do the same, OK?"

"Deal," Jess said.

*****

Monday, Nov. 7, 2011

Jess put on the work outfit she had with her this morning.  She's almost 4 ½ inches taller than me today.  I have to confess, one of the things I've enjoyed is watching her grow at night -- and, at times, putting my hands on part of her body as she's growing.  When she's growing, she's in her heaviest sleep, so she's never noticed, although I've told her about it.

At breakfast, Jess suggested that we formalize this arrangement and move in together -- but at her apartment.  That actually makes practical sense.  She has a king-size bed, an oversize futon in the living room and higher ceilings in her apartment than mine.  We agreed to make the move this weekend.  She's heading back to her place after she gets off work to start getting ready for the move, and I'll be over to help as our schedules permit.

*****

Friday, Nov. 11, 2011

We had a new problem today relating to Jess' increasing height.  She scraped her head on the top of the door here at work today. She said she'd done it at home, too, but only after she put on her shoes.  That actually makes sense;  She's  a half-inch over six-foot-seven today, and standard doorframes have a clearance of six-foot-eight. She won't clear that height until tomorrow, but the shoes' soles' thickness is enough to add the needed height.

At six-seven-and-a-half, Jess is now stronger than me by a considerable amount.  That made the move-in process easier as we could both carry things quickly.

*****

Monday, Nov. 14, 2011

Jess landed in my office crying today.  She's having a harder and harder time fitting in her car to drive, and she scraped her head on the doorframe of her bedroom in her bare feet this morning.  Fortunately, we live in a city with bus service;  Jess is getting to be too tall for taxi service to easily work for her either, and the best estimates I've got for her growth now comes out taller than any NBA center ever  -- and that's assuming her food intake levels off, which it's showing no signs of doing yet.

I consoled her as best I could.  Then she stood up, and I realized I was no longer chin-high on her.  She looked down at me and smiled.  I couldn't help but smile back.  God help us both, but she keeps getting more beautiful as she gets taller.

Jess is growing more than 8/10 of an inch per day now.  It's still only one percent of her height, but there's a lot more height now than there was when this started.

In fact, Jess will clear seven feet tall this week at her current rate of growth.  If I'm right, eight feet won't be far off, and that may not be the end of it.

In the short term, I'll drive Jess back and forth to work with her sitting across the back seat of my car -- but that won't buy us any further than 'til the end of the month, if my math is even close.