III

The air inside the house was still cold from the night, the morning light still absent. Jonathan woke up. His body rolled around a bit. He tried closing his eyelids anew, in search of this sleep that was now waning, but found naught. The flashing red numbers on the clock indicated it was around six and a half. Annoyed, Jonathan sat up, pushed his covers and rubbed his eyes. With about seven hours of sleep, he should be able to function. Jonathan put on his bathrobe, a pair of socks and a new shirt before slowly proceeding down the stairs to the first floor. He didn’t want to wake up his guest, and so walked as softly as possible. Jonathan passed in front of the living room, quickly gave a side glance: everything looked fine. The room was dark but he could see the vague shape of Kayla sleeping soundly. It seemed she was completely spread out of the covers, and so Jonathan didn’t feel comfortable lingering on in this very private moment. He figured the sound of him starting the coffee machine might wake her up anyway.

Jonathan poured some grinded beans in the filter. The peculiar smell of coffee firing up his nerves in anticipation. The silence was broken with the mechanical click of the start button. The machine siphoned some water, boiled it and mixed the fine grain. Jonathan prepared two coffee mugs by dropping some sugar at the bottom. In a few minutes, the morning brew was ready.

“Smells good! You making some coffee?” boomed a strong voice behind him. Jonathan’s heart skipped a small bit. He finished mixing the milk and took one mug to give to Kayla. He turned, and saw something out of this world. There, standing as best as she could in the door frame, hunched down to make sure her head did not hit the ceiling, stood the tallest human person Jonathan ever witnessed. “Sorry for the lack of clothes: they don’t fit me anymore.”Kayla had her arm over her head to protect it, her neck bent and almost touching the ceiling, her knees buckled in a vain effort to give herself more room. A draft of air passing between her limbs brought to Jonathan the small distinct smell of distant sweat: left overs from Kayla’s night ministrations. A few seconds passed in silence. Jonathan’s stare gave way from surprise to confusion. His hand warmed with the mug of coffee.

“Holy shit you’re huge,” delivered the surprised host, in the most deadpan voice he could manage. Kayla smiled. She shambled toward the kitchen table. The wooden floor cried at this moving weight, not felt in years. Jonathan glanced at this beast of a woman stomping through his kitchen, seemingly taking the entire space available if only through her presence. She pulled a stool. To her, it felt like a small child seat. Indeed: her behind, despite her lanky frame, was too wide, overflowing the sides of the stool. Her legs were so long both her knees pointed upward, peeking above the table’s height. Despite everything, Jonathan tried to act as casual as possible. He was at a loss for words and it showed. Kayla could see the red shade on the skin of his face. She knew she would have to break the ice.

She took the mug. Her thumb and forefinger large enough to pick it, not unlike a small tea cup. Jonathan looked away in shame, trying to resist gazing at Kayla’s chest: the small outdoor breeze had hardened the thick nipples pointing outward from her wide, deep black, areolas.

“I guess you’re wondering what the hell is happening, right?” asked Kayla. Jonathan took another sip of coffee in complete silence, nodding solemnly. 

The imposing woman counted her story: her previous life on the coast, her first spurts, how they happened, and her following run toward the idea of a new life. As she recounted the past events in detail, Jonathan’s eyes simply admired her with passion. 

“... and that’s about it,'' she finished.

Kayla had told him everything, including her growth spurt of the previous evening. 

The morning breeze passed through an open window, and only the friction of moving leaves outside broke the silence. Jonathan stirred his mug a bit. While she had spoken, one question rose above all others for him, like heavy tar cumulating on his shoulders: “Just one thing. I mean, what’s happening to you is new, obviously! I’ve never heard anything of the sort, myself, but I can’t ignore what I’m seeing despite my, uh, disbelief.” Kayla shifted a bit on her seat, uncomfortable from her mismatched size compared to the chair. She palmed her mug away, being done with it. Jonathan continued: “what if this doesn’t stop? People only a foot taller than the average already struggle to function normally in a world designed for smaller people and you’re … what … well way taller than that, if not the tallest woman to exist.” 

Kayla smiled. In the span of two weeks she had become something unique, something new and unprecedented. “Well, I don’t know,” she exclaimed, “let’s worry about the problems as we get to them. Otherwise I’ll feel overwhelmed. And, so far, I’m enjoying this.”

She didn’t tell him. Not yet. But yesterday’s thought made her see a vision where nothing could stop her. All her life she had found herself held back by a myriad of differing factors. Every twist, every turn of life found her fumbling against an invisible force, which most only qualified as bad luck. But this morning as she woke up, realized why the unfolded bed felt like a small mattress to her and extended her hand on the ceiling to prevent herself from bashing the top of her skull against it, as the entire world around her seemed like it was shrinking to the size of a doll house, Kayla had to stifle intense excitement. A world of possibilities seemed to open up. She had heard Jonathan in the kitchen and became aware she felt absolutely no remorse or shame at presenting her bare skin to this host she barely knew.

Jonathan pondered, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face. “All right, well, listen: Take it easy today, let me see what I can do on my side to help you. I certainly think we should keep this to ourselves for now until we know better what you’re dealing with. I’ll do some research online to see if I can find anything.” His mind raced:—This is absolutely wild—thought Jonathan. “Is that alright with you?” 

Kayla nodded. “Sure. While you do that … you think I could try taking a shower?”

Jonathan blushed as a vision appeared. “Oh, right. Come with me.” Jonathan motioned his guest to follow. His gaze fixed on her as, like an unfolding crane, she rose from the chair; a small indentation, two clear parallel lines was apparent on her posterior from where the sides of her seat had pressed. The wooden floors again complained as her long, skinny feet pressed down on the floor seemingly with the intent to pass full on through. The sound of ceramic dishes clattering against one another could be heard from the cupboard. Kayla’s weight was a phenomenon old houses like this one had never endured. She followed her host upstairs with great difficulty, her toes taking up most of the depth on each step.

“Are you OK?” asked Jonathan as the lumbering giantess arrived on the second floor. 

The ceiling was a bit lower than downstairs, the corridor also tighter. “I… I can manage!” she responded. As she shifted and twisted about, trying to advance without breaking or hitting any wall trinkets, Kayla thought that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Jonathan opened a small door on the right. He pulled some towels from under the sink and placed a smaller one on the ceramic floor. When he next turned around, there, in this bright, white room, stood in contrast the immense dark shape of his guest. She entered the room, her knees on the floor as she had to bend over, entering with her shoulders sideways. 

“Hot water is this handle, cold the other one. The hot water is a bit sensitive so you’ll have to be careful when you … well you’ll see. The shower head you can pull out if you need some cord … which I think you will. I’m not sure if you’ll be able to close the curtains but, if you can’t, don’t worry about water. I got everything here to quickly take care of it and the room is fairly well isolated.” Jonathan explained. “I’ll be in the next room if there is anything.” Kayla nodded. While heading out, cramped in the small room, Jonathan tried brushing past her thigh, her massive legs almost squashing him against the doorframe. 

“Hah, sorry!” The tall amazon laughed, and tried squeezing her legs a bit closer, holding the sink with her hands as support. Jonathan raised his arms, trying to make himself thinner and pressed himself toward the other side.

Suddenly, a loud, ear-splitting crack reverberated through the room. Both yelled in surprise. “I’m so sorry!” Kayla had put too much weight on the sink, and a leg of the wooden cabinet supporting the basin had simply snapped. 

Jonathan laughed, a feeling of unease slowly grasping him at the throat. “It’s fine. I can repair that. Just … be careful! I’ll be just on the other side.” He weaved, and left her to clean up.

Alone, in this small quarter, Kayla looked around. She grasped the handle for the water between two large fingers, like one would hold a marble, and turned it. The water was warm enough; she positioned herself in the tub, as much as she could. One leg was in, her long foot covered a good third of the bath’s length. Her plump behind pressed against the back wall, and her left hand pressed on the wall forward to support her as she bent over to prevent her head hitting the ceiling. She tried placing her right leg inside the tub, but to no avail: she was too wide. Placing herself sideways could have worked, but she thought rinsing would become too awkward. With the tip of a finger, she flicked the handle to send the water from the tap to the shower head. She grabbed it with her thumb and forefinger and started spraying herself. Kayla laughed. The jet itself felt like she was aiming the tip of a small garden hose at her. Bringing the water jet to her back proved difficult, the cord too short to fully pass her breasts and torso. 

“Maybe by turning around.” Kayla kept the shower head in her right hand, and slowly repositioned herself. She turned to her left, brought her right leg in the tub and prepared to move her left side out, so that her back would be toward the water jet. That’s when it happened: the back of her heel hit the side of the bath as she attempted to pull her foot out. Her balance lost, her body overcompensated by having her slam her foot down on the bathroom’s pavement. Kayla awkwardly shifted her upper body left to right as she tried to restore her balance, her free hand trying to grab something on the bare wall, but to no avail. Her right hand tugged at the cord of the shower head she was holding. Her left side extended and found something to grab by catching the corners of the sink. Everything went up in the air for one instant. Effortlessly, the base of the shower apparatus ripped off and her body plummeted.

The sound of cracking wood echoed through the entire house. The broken sink cabinet once more had to contend with more weight than it could withstand; one more leg snapped, sending it tumbling to the side. As Kayla fell, the metal pipes found under the floor were ripped clean off their joints. Water sprayed everywhere as the pressured content of the pipes now had open air to spill into.

“Jonathan! I need help!” yelled the completely drenched girl. She stood up, put one hand on the hole from the shower pipes and extended her leg so that her sole could cover up the sink pipes. This only served to pressurize the water more as it blew past any little opening that Kayla couldn’t cover. Jonathan burst in, looking completely puzzled at what he was seeing. “Shut the water off! Shut it!” yelled his guest. Jonathan ran, the shutoff valve for the house was in the basement. He skipped stairs as he could, and ran to the valve, shutting it off. Loud noises reach him from upstairs. He immediately headed back up, making sure to grab a bucket and a mop. 

Kayla was sitting down, her head rested on her bent knees with her arms grabbing her legs. Both her thighs pressed against both walls of the room and the crooked sink cabinet. Jonathan stood in the doorway, looking as dejected as her. He brought the mop to her side and threw the bucket by the entrance. Kayla opened her legs a bit, leaving a spot for him between her feet for him to sit down. Jonathan pressed his back against her thigh and let himself slide down her skin, slumping down to the ground. He looked at the wall in front of him, lost in his thoughts.

Jonathan patted the skin behind him: “It’s alright. Don’t worry about it, it’s just water. The rest, though…” he looked at the broken piping around the bath “Anyway, tell me. What happened?” 

Kayla looked at Jonathan, sitting there between her legs and feet. He looked so vulnerable, her feet as long as most of his legs. “I tripped,” she exclaimed, biting her lower lip. A simple bumble with devastating consequences. “I just reacted instinctively and when I pulled the cord, everything snapped like twigs. I’m not used to this increased strength. I didn’t think I could just rip off the shower with my bare hands,” she said while looking at her palms. Kayla raised the sole of her left foot, her ankle on the ground still, and pocked Jonathan in the arm with her big toe. “At least you’re alive!” she laughed. Jonathan looked at her and smiled. He wasn’t dejected. In fact, he found himself surprisingly liking the atmosphere. The biggest woman on the planet was standing in his tiny bathroom, every event created from her growing size turned him on even more. She displayed power without even wanting to.  

Jonathan poked back at her sole, eliciting a stifled laugh from her. “You made a mess! A complete, terrible mess! How am I going to fix this,” he said smiling, continuing to press his finger amidst the folds of her sole. Kayla was glad. This man was accepting her. A sudden rush of emotion seemed to fill her stomach. Climbing inside her like some kind of overflowing volcano. She wanted to take him. Right here, right now. A fire contracting inside her loins. She pulled her legs back, got on her knees and lowered herself toward him, her torso hovering over him. Jonathan leaned away from her instinctively, his heart beating through his ears.

“Looks like I’m going to have to repay you somehow,” whispered Kayla as she got closer to him, her breasts seemingly taking up his entire vision, her body now taking up all the space he could touch.

She leaned in for the kiss.

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