To inaugurate this blog, I offer an old favorite. A classic little giantess romp. I present it unedited, from when it was originally published in 2010. It holds up well, I think. But if you're judging, well, please know I disavow the version of myself that wrote this. Accept only the most recent update.
Tags: Mini-Giantess; Gentle; NSFW; Slow Growth; Breast Expansion; Clothes ripping; Female Muscle Growth (minor); Beautification
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No matter how good a trip has been,
there's just nothing that compares to that first breath of hometown air when
you finally get back. That is unless it's the peaceful little moment
right after you step out of your car, but before you face the reality of having
to unpack. It was exactly this sort of moment that I was enjoying – standing
in my driveway, eyes closed, letting the breeze blow through my hair. After
five hectic days of travel, of meetings, of hotel food...it was the first time
I had been able to relax in what felt like ages.
It didn't last.
From behind me came a frantic rush
of footsteps. I turned just in time to see a flash of magenta and
denim, and by then it was too late. My assailant was flying headlong
toward me, and before I could react she caught me hard in the center of my
chest. “Seth! You're back early!”
This wasn't the first time Candice
had given me one of these impromptu tackles. It was probably her
idea of revenge for all the Sunday afternoon football games I had forced her to
watch. This habit might've become a problem, except that a girl who
tips the scales at ninety-five pounds and five foot nothing in flats isn't much
of a threat to take me down. Even if she DOES have the
instincts of a linebacker.
“I wasn't expecting you for another
couple hours,” she cooed, wrapping her arms around me and nuzzling my
shoulder.
“The closing meeting let out earlier
than excepted, and I caught a red-eye out of Sacramento,” I answered, giving
her a quick peck on her button nose.
Candice took a step back and put her
hands on her hips in mock sternness. “Well you should've called,
mister! You might've ruined my surprise!”
“Oh really? If you mean
your hair, 'surprise' is definitely an understatement.”
She posed for me, running her fingers
through her curly locks. Candice had always struck me as something
of a conservative girl, at least where her fashion sense was
concerned. I would never have expected her to dye her hair,
especially not the hot, Lamborghini pink color she had apparently chosen. “Do
you like it? It was...ah...something of an accident.”
“It's cute, and
super-girly. Fits you perfectly, I'd say.”
She stuck her tongue out at me, but
her smile grew wider. “Wait, did you say it was an accident? How
do you just ACCIDENTLY wind up with neon pink hair?”
“I'll tell you
later. Come inside, I want to show you something.” With
that Candice turned and sauntered toward the front door.
“But...my bags...I should....”
“Later!” she called, not looking
back. I watched her go for a moment. That walk...I
recognized that walk. The pendulum swing of her hips, the way her
hair bounced with each step. She was wearing a low-cut white tank
top and a faded pair of jeans. I mean, THE Jeans. The
ones that she kept for special occasions...the ones that she took special care
to hand wash so as not to stretch them out by even the tiniest
bit. The ones that were so tight that it made it look as if her butt
was covered not by fabric, but by a layer of bluish finger paint.
I took a deep breath, fought down
the urge to run, and followed her into the house.
“So,” she said, closing the door
behind me. “Do you notice anything...different? Other
than the obvious?”
I looked around the living room. “Obvious. Hmm. That
would include...your hair...the smell of what must be like twenty incense
candles...the overturned furniture...the torn parchment all over the
floor.... Have I left anything out?”
She rolled her eyes. “If
we're just counting obvious things? Maybe the script I painted all
over the walls.”
“Of course, my
mistake. Where did you get all the red paint?”
“The slaughterhouse – it's lamb's
blood. But yes, I mean other than that stuff.”
I sighed, rubbing my temples with
the tips of my fingers, trying not to think about how much it was going to cost
to clean all this up. “I give up Candice. What am I
supposed to be looking for?”
She pursed her lips impishly, and
folded her arms behind her head. “I'll give you two hints,” she
purred, and looked down suggestively at her bosom.
The gall of that
woman! The place was utterly trashed, and instead of an explanation,
or, God forbid, an apology, she was going to try to seduce her way out of
it. What was worse...this is exactly the kind of thing that works on
me.
But after about two seconds of
staring at her breasts, I completely forgot what I had been
thinking. For reasons other than the usual ones. I know
Candice's boobs like the back of my hand, and it didn't take me long to notice
something out of place. They were...bigger! Rounder,
fuller. Now that I looked closer, I noticed other tell-tale signs of
change. The way her tank top was pulled extra tight in the area
around her shoulders and underarms, the little bit of midriff that was exposed
as her new assets lifted her shirt higher. Yes, there was no doubt
about it – she had gone from a small B-cup to what looked like a large, perky C
in less than a week.
“I thought that might shut you up,”
she said, smirking at me in this way she does that is simultaneously
infuriating and devastatingly sexy.
“Okay, hooray, you got implants,” I
said, trying, and not quite succeeding, to pull my gaze away from her
tits. “And they look good.”
“Thank you,” she replied, bowing
slightly, showing off more cleavage.
“But that doesn't explain why you
felt it necessary to go all Keith Moon on the place.”
She smirked again. “First
of all, these are NOT implants. They're REAL. Second, I
didn't mean for the room to get destroyed this way – it was a...side effect. And
anyway, if you hadn't come home so early, I would've had it cleaned up.”
“Wait...are you trying to get me to
believe that your recent 'developments' and the state of this room are somehow
related?”
“They are, Seth. I
promise you.” She looked up into my face, and seeing the disbelief
in my eyes, shook her head sadly. “This is impossible, you're never
going to believe me. I guess I'll have to stage a demonstration.”
And with that, she stood up on her tip
toes, and kissed me seriously.
My brain did a quick
calculation. It seemed I had two options: I could either resist her
advances, and try to get Candice to explain exactly what the hell was going on;
or I could give in, and trust that she had a damn good reason for making out
with me instead of answering my questions. Option one would hurt my
girlfriend's feelings, and probably result in a fight. The second
choice involved getting lucky.
No contest.
I responded to her advances,
savoring that moment at the beginning of a good kiss, where your lips seem to
melt into the other person's like ice cream on a warm day. Candice
sighed, sinking easily into my embrace. The strangeness of the
situation, the mystery...for some reason it was a total turn-on for
me. I think she felt it too. The way she was kissing me
was savage, unrestrained, as if the world could end at any moment.
Within seconds I was
hard as a rock, and on one particularly fierce romantic sortie I managed to
poke my girlfriend right in the bellybutton. She winced, and grinned
at me slyly. “Didn't your mother ever teach you it's not polite to
point?”
I
laughed. “Sorry. But hey, cut me some
slack. You're really going all out on me, and plus it's been almost
a week since I've seen you.”
“Oh, I suppose I can
forgive you. On one condition.” Candice turned her back
to me and, lifting her arms above her head, fell backward into my
arms. “Rub,” she said.
“Excuse me?”
“My
breasts. Rub them.”
I
paused. “This...seems like a trap.”
She
giggled. “It is. Do it anyway.”
“Well...if you
insist.”
I placed the flat of my
palms against her tight little stomach, and with some hesitation I let them
creep up under her shirt. Her skin was soft, and surprisingly
warm. For a moment I traced the edges of her bustline with my
fingertips. Every so often I could hear a little sigh of
anticipation from her, a sharp intake of breath. When I decided she
had waited long enough, I took hold of each of her breasts in my hands,
squeezing them tenderly. She groaned in satisfaction. Still
kneading her bosom, I began to pinch her tits between my thumb and forefinger,
tugging on them gently.
Candice was wriggling in
my grasp, eyes scrunched shut. And then suddenly she cried out at
the top of her voice, a sound composed of equal parts ecstasy and agony. Her
body grew hot, painfully hot. I felt her supple flesh beginning to
press firmly against my hands, forcing them away from her chest. It
was as though her breasts were a pair of water balloons, and someone was slowly
pumping them full. There could be only one conclusion – my
girlfriend's breasts were actually growing right before my eyes! I
pulled away in shock as her chest continued to expand. The fabric of
her shirt strained against the onslaught of her bosom while Candice moaned her
approval.
In that same instant,
something that was perhaps even weirder happened. Out of the corner
of my eye I saw her shoulder-length hair glow bright, flicker, and
change. The pink hue faded, the color became lighter. Her
hair crackled electrically, as though some terrible energy were passing through
it.
And then, like the flick
of a light switch, it stopped. The whole process must've taken less
than ten heartbeats, and for a moment I wondered whether the whole thing had
been one big acid flashback. But then Candice turned to face me,
that same half-condescending smirk pasted on her lovely lips, and I knew that
it had been real.
The changes were
impossible to ignore. My girlfriend's breasts had sprouted
into a beautiful pair of grapefruit-sized D-cups, probably the nicest set I had
ever seen away from a pin-up calendar. She carried her new assets
proudly, confidently, and it was clear that nothing about what had just
happened had been unexpected for her.
“Now do you understand?”
she whispered, her eyes smoldering lustfully.
I tried to speak, but
this is difficult to do when your jaw has dropped to somewhere around your
kneecaps. “Umm...guh...no,” I said.
Candice
laughed. “Let me see if I can explain what just
happened. This,” she paused, gesturing toward her
hair. “Is like a bank of energy. I carry it, and direct
it, but I need a catalyst to be able to use it. That's where you come
in.” She stepped toward me, her hips swaying sensuously, and gave me
a big, wet kiss. As our lips touched, I swear I could feel some kind
of unearthly energy flowing through my girlfriend's body.
“You always have been
good at giving me a...charge...after all.” she murmured into my ear.
“You...your
breasts...that was amazing!” I managed.
“I thought so
too. It took me hours of trying on my own to get just a little bit
bigger. With your help I was able to access much more power than
before. And plus...it was way more fun than flying
solo.” With these last words she looked away, and for a second I
could clearly see her begin to blush.
And there at last was
the Candice I knew. My girlfriend can be a great actress when she
wants to be, and this performance of hers – the icy dominatrix character – was
one I had seen before. But never had she carried it out with such
conviction, and combined with her sudden transformation I found myself more
than a little unnerved.
But as I watched the
pale rose color spreading across her cheeks, I remembered that underneath the
facade, she was still the same person as always. With that
knowledge, my confidence came flooding back.
And I wondered...just
what else could this strange power of hers do, anyway?
Candice was examining her hair
critically, one lock pulled down in front of her eyes. “Oh wow, the
color is still super-vivid. I'm not even CLOSE to the limits
here. The summoning must've been a really powerful one.”
Taking advantage of her distraction,
I moved around behind her. And then I pounced, catching her around
the waist and trapping her in my arms. “So, let me get this
straight,” I growled. “Whenever you get...ahh...stimulated...you can
make your breasts larger? And it will work as long as your hair is
still pink?”
“Well yes, but it's more complicated
than that,” she answered, her voice betraying her unease. “It can do
other things too. I mean, I was thinking....I could also be a
bit....”
“Shhh...it's okay
hunnie. Don't tell me. I think I'd rather just be
surprised.” With that I rolled up her shirt, and reacquainted myself
with the twins. Candice tensed up for a moment, but her resistance
collapsed as my fingers went to work exploring her newly enlarged bust.
“This...this might be...a
really...really bad idea,” she managed between little gasps and mews of
pleasure.
“I have the same thought every
morning right before I roll out of bed,” I replied, one of my hands snaking
down to unbutton her pants.
“No...ah! If there's too
much power, it...it could be more than I could handle. I don't know
what might happen then.”
Now I recognized the tone of her
objections: it was more theater. She was playing the poor, innocent
damsel, hoping I would take charge of the situation. It was
something we had done plenty of times in the bedroom, and it always seemed to
really get her motor running when I played my part just right.
I'm almost certain that's what she
was doing. Like, eighty-five percent.
“Come on Candice, just relax and
have some fun with this. I mean, what's the worst that could
happen?” She didn't answer, and I took that as her
agreement. My finger slipped past her g-string into the waiting
folds of her womanhood. She was already soaking wet, and I stirred
her juices around inside. I built up a rhythm, going faster, and
faster.
Her skin grew hot, her hair glowed
with an incandescent brilliance. Here it comes, I thought, and
positioned my face above her so I could get a great view of her soon-to-be
growing bosom. Candice cried out, and suddenly the top of her head
slammed into my chin. I staggered backward, catching my balance
against the doorframe, and froze like a deer caught in the headlights.
At first I thought my girlfriend was
merely stretching, or rising up on her tiptoes. As I watched, the
cuffs of her jeans began to snake their way up her legs. Her tank
top seemed to be growing tighter. It almost looked as if she...as if
her entire body was getting bigger. Candice's voice was a constant
animal howl, and when she looked at me I could see something feral behind her
eyes. Crowing in triumph, she stood up to her full height.
I gasped. My girlfriend
was several inches taller than she had been just a moment before, and from the
look of it she still growing! Deep within my human psyche was an
instinct to run, to flee this horror. Yet I found myself unable to
move, completely transfixed by the spectacle before me.
Candice continued to expand, her
head creeping upward toward the ceiling. Her shoulders and hips grew
broader. Her shirt, already strained to its limits by her overlarge
bosom, finally gave up the ghost. Two rips appeared under each of
her arms, tearing wider with each second as my
girlfriend surged bigger. More and more of her white, creamy
flesh became visible as she outgrew her clothing. Through it all her
voice never faltered, and from its tone, its deep orgasmic consonance, one
thing was perfectly clear: she was having a great time.
After what felt like an eternity her
growth finally slowed, and came to a stop. Candice grinned at me,
breathing hard, her face partially obscured by a few trailing wisps of damp
hair. Hair, I noted apprehensively, that still had quite a bit of
pink color to it. “Oh wow, I guess I don't know my own strength,”
she said, still a bit winded. Candice struck an impromptu pose for
me, bending at the waist, hands clamped on her ass, topping it off with a classic
come-hither stare. “Well, what do you think of my
handiwork? Too much?”
My formerly elfin girlfriend now
stood almost a full head taller. The top of her head was now just
below my nose. I'm about six feet even, so that would have put her
right around five six, maybe even slightly taller. But beyond the
height, her entire body had become thicker, more massive. Her legs
were longer, even factoring in proportions, and her breasts had grown another
cup size or two as well. If this kept up much longer she was going
to have to start ordering her bras through the mail.
She also appeared more athletic,
though here the effect was subtle and it took me some time to
notice. Her arms, previously thin and scrawny, had gained a decent
amount of muscle tone, as had her thighs and stomach. Candice's
skin now gave off a healthy caramel glow, the kind most women have to spend
hundreds of dollars at a tanning salon to achieve. To summarize, she
had become the physical embodiment of feminine grace and beauty.
The ascetics of the situation were
marred somewhat, however, by the sight of her rolling around on the carpet,
clawing at her waistband and screeching like a caged
badger. “Eff...these...pants!” she cried, trying without success to
pull the skin-tight denim away from her body. With an explosive sigh
she let herself go limp, and lay spread-eagle on the floor. “Do you
think you could give me a hand?” she asked.
“I can do that,” I replied,
smirking. “But give me a second to grab my camera. This
is PRICELESS.”
Candice glared at me, and for a
moment I thought I saw a spark of electricity flash behind her dark eyes, like
lightning against a jet-black sky. “Is that really want you want to
do?” she asked mildly.
“Err...never mind.”
I dropped to my knees and grabbed
ahold of the cuffs of her pants. She pushed, grunting with the
effort, and I pulled. But after a few minutes of this it was clear
that we weren't getting anywhere. “Dammit, I just HAD to wear the
tightest pants I own today. This sucks.” Candice scowled,
blowing a stray lock of fuchsia hair away from her eyes.
I mulled the situation over
carefully. Try as I might, I could only think of one solution to the
problem. Or, more accurately, there was one solution in particular
that I really, really wanted to try.
“Are we past the point of trying to
salvage these pants?” I asked, crossing my fingers behind my
back. “I mean, if we have to destroy them to get them off you, is
that okay?”
She
nodded. “But please don't try to cut them off – they're too close to
my skin.”
“I wasn't planning on
using scissors. Just sit tight.” I took a firm hold on the
material next to the button of her jeans, and with a sharp tug I pulled as hard
as I could. Her pants split at the inseam, zipper teeth spraying
about the room.
“Well, that feels a
little better. But you DO know that it's my legs that are caught and
not my crotch, right? You haven't really made any progress.”
“That was just phase
one, my dear. Now, for the second....” I wrapped my
fingers around the thin material of her g-string, twisted once, and
jerked. The elastic snapped like an overstressed rubber band, and
her underwear came free in my hand.
“What? Why
did....” she started to say. Before she could finish her objection I
darted forward, and thrust my hand into the space I had created. I
caressed the edge of her sex with my fingertips for a fraction of a second, and
then I struck. She was still damp from earlier, and I slid inside
her with surprising ease.
“Oh...oh God, you
should...stop. Stop!” she cried.
At this, I
paused. “If that's really what you want me to do, I
will. But can you really tell me that you don't want
this? I mean, this whole situation is sexy as all
hell. You know I've got a thing for tall girls, and besides that, I
bet you wouldn't mind gaining a few more inches either. You can
always use the last of your energy to get back to normal, after
all. And if we can get your pants off this way...well hey, that's a
rather elegant solution to the problem, isn't it?”
Candice seemed to
consider this for a moment, and then, once again, she shot me that
condescending smirk. “Seth, don't you think I already thought of
that? I mean, I still have all this power left,” she said, pointing
at her hair. “I've got to do SOMETHING with it, and yes, you're
right, growing again sounds rather nice. Especially if you're as in
to it as I am.”
“But then why did you
tell me to stop?”
She looked at me
sheepishly. “Um, well...contrary to popular belief, 'no' does not
always mean 'no.' I'm a woman, and as such, I reserve the right to
be illogical from time to time. But thank you for taking me at my
word.”
“Any time,” I replied
acidly. Without another word I went back to work – this time,
spitefully, with four fingers. Candice shouted in gratification, her
chest heaving with each indrawn breath. The air was filled
with the wet, sloshing sounds of love-making. I leaned down to kiss
her, and as I did she bit my lip playfully.
A moment later her body
went rigid, and I felt the sudden, rapid pulsing of her inner muscles against
my fingers. Candice clenched her hands into fists, screaming in
release. It was then that a rather important question occurred to
me: if a few seconds of pleasure had given off enough energy to increase my
girlfriend's height by more than six inches, what would an orgasm – and by all
observations a pretty powerful one – do to her?
Too late
now. Candice threw back her head, letting out an ear-piercing
scream. Her skin became hot, a twinge of pink drained from her
hair...and then it started. Before her growth had been slow, like
watching dough rise. This time it was much faster, much more
violent. Her body spurted out in every direction, her head dragging
against the carpet as she expanded. First her calves, and then the
bottoms of her thighs became visible as she outgrew her pants. The
garment bulged, its seams popped. And finally her jeans tore open to
reveal her long, shapely legs. She grinned at me as if
through the haze of some powerful drug, and without warning she flexed her
muscles. The last bit of denim that had been clinging to her
tore through, and she reached down almost negligently to pull away the tattered
remains of her favorite pants. Candice slowly lifted herself to her
feet. Morbidly curious, I stood as well.
I gaped at her in
amazement – we were the same height now!
“So you like tall girls,
huh?” she purred, her eyes dancing with mirth. “I guess there are
two questions I should ask.” She took a deep breath, appearing to
concentrate, and surged up another inch.
“Number one...am I tall
enough for you now?” Candice spread her legs wide, gritting her
teeth in determination. In three quick spurts she swelled larger,
her shirt tearing to shreds around her. My eyes were now level with
her full, luscious lips. As she spoke I watched them move with a kind
of hypnotic fascination.
“Number two...and more
importantly...how much do you like me?”
Candice reached
out to catch me in an embrace, trapping me in her surprisingly strong
arms. She kissed me hard, shoving her tongue down my
throat. Pressed up against her as I was, I could feel her supple
skin sliding against my own, her body still growing larger with each passing
second. I kept having to crane my neck further and further up or
risk breaking our kiss.
Finally her growth came
to a stop. In the aftermath the room seemed impossibly quite,
peaceful. Candice continued to hold me – cradle me really – against
her massive frame. I don't know how long we stayed together that way...probably
only a minute or so. Eventually she released
me. Gingerly, as if she were afraid of what my reaction might be,
she took a couple of steps backward, and I got my first good look at her new
form.
There was only one word I could
think of to describe Candice: amazon. She was toned and trim, with
what I might call a swimmer's body – not overtly muscular, but fit, built for
endurance. Her breasts were the only place on her body with the
slightest hint of fat, and even there I could see a certain tell-tale athletic
firmness. Her hips were wider compared to the rest of her frame than
I remembered, her waist slimmer.
Did I mention she was
tall? Well, she certainly wasn't going to need me to get things off
the top shelf for her at the supermarket anymore, that was for
sure. Standing as close to her as I was, I had to stretch my neck
almost to its limit just to look her in the eye. Her legs were longer,
her hands and fingers surprisingly large...every part of her was just plain
big! The top of my head was just about level with her chin
now. Considering this, I did some quick math and made a guess at her
new height – at least six foot eight, maybe closer to six nine. As
these numbers burrowed their way into my brain, it took a concerted effort on
my part not to do a Scooby-Doo-style gulp.
Without a doubt, Candice understood
my state of mind. She smiled at me, a sweet, non-threatening kind of
smile, the same sort of look that she might give a frightened puppy to
encourage it to come out from under the bed after a nasty
thunderstorm. “So, what do you think?” she asked, her voice an
octave lower than it had been.
“I think you're the most beautiful
woman I've ever seen in my life,” I replied honestly.
For the second time that day, my
girlfriend blushed. In her current state of undress I could watch as
the deep flush spread past her pale cheeks, down her neck, throughout her
body. “I'm glad you think so. I...was
worried.” Whatever it was that she had been worried about, she
didn't say. The moment passed.
“What about this?” she asked me,
grabbing a fist-full of her hair. “What color would you say this
is?”
“Pink,” I answered, rolling my
eyes.
“That's not what I meant and you
know it,” Candice said. As she spoke she idly reached up to rest the
flat of her palm against the ceiling. She did this without standing
on tip-toe or stretching in any way. This time I wasn't able to
suppress my gulp.
“Come on, you've got a Master's
degree in Visual Arts – you do color matching for a LIVING for God's
sake! You know exactly what this shade is called.”
“Yeah, but it's really emasculating
to do it on command,” I protested.
Candice advanced forward to loom
over me, a move that could either be seen as threatening, or
seductive. She bent at the knees to put her face inches from mine,
folding her arms across her chest. “If it makes you feel like less
of a man, I'll do something later to remind you that you are one,” she
promised, her voice sweet like molasses.
I sighed, defeated. “It's
called Salmon,” I said. “Or maybe it's tea rose. Compared
to your initial color, the red content has been reduced by about fifty
percent.”
“In other words, even after all this
growing I still have half my energy left?” she asked excitedly.
“You would know more about that than
me,” I answered, feeling a cold sweat break out on my forehead. “But
it seems likely that's the case.”
Candice hugged me
affectionately. “Thank you, sweet-heart,” she said in a sing-song
voice.
“Don't mention it,” I answered,
speaking into the echo chamber that was her cleavage.
She laughed, and I felt the
vibration of it travel through my body. “Oh Seth, I love
you. And you have no idea how much fun I'm having with
this. Being so big, I mean. I've never felt this powerful
before. Or, God, this sexy for that matter.”
“I've always thought you were cute,”
I interrupted.
“Thank you Seth. I do
appreciate that. But I'm tired of just being 'cute.' I
want to be...I AM...drop-dead gorgeous. And more – I'm
tall! Taller, prettier than any girl I've ever seen
before. Think of it from my perspective. My whole life
I've been this tiny little waif...short, scrawny, insignificant. The
ways guys used to ignore me – it made me feel worthless. But
now...everything is different!”
She stepped back, grinning down at
me. “And I hope you don't take offense, but probably my favorite
part of all this is the change in perspective. That is, getting to
be taller than you for once. It's so novel. You look so
much smaller to me now, and that more than anything else makes me realize just
how huge I am. It wasn't even fifteen minutes ago that you used to
tower over me...remember? Like this.”
Candice dropped to her knees in
front of me, and stared up at me with the expression of a mischievous
schoolgirl. The illusion was almost perfect. If not for
her face being a bit larger than I remembered, and the sight of her legs folded
up behind her, she would've looked exactly as she had when I'd first come
home. “This is the view that I'm used to seeing you
from. I have to admit I liked it most of the time. Back
when I was little, you had this way of making me feel good about my
height. Like it was okay to be so short, and just let myself be safe
in your arms. But now....”
Slowly, so slowly, she raised
herself up to her full height. As she did, Candice let her body
brush lightly against mine in a few sensitive areas. It was like
watching her grow all over again. That sight combined with the soft
contact of her flesh shifted my libido straight into high gear. And
the whole time her brilliant blue eyes were locked on mine, with a look that
told me that she knew exactly what she was doing.
“What about you, little
man? Which one do you prefer? Candice Classic,
or....” She struck a pose for me, one that would shame even the most
seasoned cover girl. “The new model?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but the
words caught in my throat. I loved Candice, and I wanted to say that
her appearance didn't matter to me. It was true that I'd been
attracted to her long before her transformation. And yet, there was
just no getting around the fact that in her current state, she was almost
infinitely more beautiful than she had ever been before. The curve
of her body, her incredible size...even the way she was gently teasing me: I
loved all of it.
Before I could express my thoughts,
Candice pressed the tip of her finger to my lips, silencing me. She
could see it in my face – what I was thinking, what I was
feeling. She leaned in to kiss me, tenderly this time. It
reminded me of our first kiss: fresh and new, with a whole world of
possibilities stretching out before us. Her body was warm, her
lips soft. I gave myself up to her, lost adrift in a sea of
overwhelming emotion.
I felt her grin through our
kiss. Without warning Candice lifted me bodily off the ground,
hefting me into her arms like a sack of potatoes. I was shocked, and
slightly disoriented, but found that this display of strength and dominance
only served to heighten my arousal. She carried me across the room,
and unceremoniously dropped me into an armchair.
“You just sit back and relax,
Seth. Your girlfriend's going to put on a little show for
you.” Candice turned and sauntered back toward the center of the
room, giving me an unobstructed view of the generous swell of her ass.
Suddenly she paused, and looked over
her shoulder with theatrical uncertainty. “Oh, I almost forgot to
ask. Honey...you wouldn't mind if, during this show, I got a
bit...bigger...would you? Please? Just a little.”
I shook my head stupidly.
Candice smirked. “Well
I'm glad you feel that way.” She whirled to face me and bent over to
rest her hands on her knees, the motion causing her breasts to sway
pendulously. “And what if I lied, and it turned out I got a LOT
bigger instead? Would you be mad?”
“Well, accidents do happen,” I
replied, grinning lecherously.
Candice stroked her chin in
thought. “I'll tell you what...let's make this into a game, shall
we?” She cracked her knuckles, and began to pace around the room,
grinning at me wickedly. “You, Seth, are not allowed to move from
your seat. You aren't allowed to touch me, although if I can touch
YOU if I so choose. No talking either. And most
importantly, I can override any of these rules by giving you a direct
order. As long as you follow the rules we can keep playing...and
trust me, you want to keep playing. Do I make myself
clear?” My nearly seven foot girlfriend glared down at me, almost
daring me to disagree.
For neither the first nor the last
time that day, a wonderful sense of dread washed over me. I nodded
my agreement.
“Alright then. Good
luck.” The tone of her voice clearly implied the unspoken postscript
to this statement – 'You're going to need it.' Candice closed her
eyes, taking a deep breath, and then the show began.
Moaning softly, my girlfriend ran
the tips of her fingers over her skin, tracing a line from her broad shoulders
to a spot just below her navel. Her hips rocked back in forth as if
in time to music that only she could hear. She bounced on the balls
of her feet, her body swaying seductively.
“So, how long do you think you'll be
able to hold out?” Candice asked me, winking. As she spoke she
lifted both arms above her head, stooping to avoid touching against the
ceiling. My girlfriend flexed her arms, then folded them just
beneath the nape of her neck. This motion caused her chest muscles
to tighten, making her fantastic new endowments bounce and
ripple. “I mean really, wouldn't you like to touch me, even a
little? Wouldn't it be nice to be able to feel your body pressed
against mine? Here, I'll make it easier for you.”
In two large steps she was within
inches of my grasp, peering down at me from high above. At this
range her size was impossible to ignore. Still smirking at me, she
bent down – way down – to bring her eyes level with mine. As she
moved her hair tumbled forward like the cascade of a breaking wave, falling
into my eyes, tickling my face. Candice brushed it away to clear my
view, and I found myself staring directly into the vast chasm of her
cleavage.
“Well, here I am,” she purred,
running one long finger down my jawline. “All you have to do is
reach out and touch me. Here, I'll show you how.” Candice
reached down, and began to massage one gigantic breast between the palms of her
hands. She stroked it for a moment, letting me watch as her
thumb-sized nipple slowly puffed up under her attention. And then,
licking her lips hungrily, she lifted it to her mouth. Candice
suckled greedily, looking me full in the face the whole time. This
was agony – I wanted her so bad! And yet, I reminded myself, this
was a game. And one thing about me you should know – I always play
to win.
“You're sure you don't want any of
this? Oh well. I guess you don't like me
anymore.” With that she spun on her heels and walked back to the
center of the room. “That's okay. I can take care of myself
– I'm a big girl, after all. Speaking of which....” She
paused for a moment, squinting in concentration, and suddenly grew an inch in
height. As her head rose she grinned down at me, the way a tiger
might grin at its cornered prey.
The prospect of being devoured had
never been so alluring.
“As I was saying, I'm a big
girl. Not nearly as big as I could be with your help, mind
you. But if you're going to be so stubborn, I guess I'm going to
have to take matters into my own, very capable hands.” As she spoke
her fingers were making their way down her body. Past her
impossibly slim waist, past the curve of her hips, until at last they arrived
at the waiting mound of her sex. Here she paused for the barest
fraction of a second, long enough to share a look with me. 'Are you
ready?' she seemed to ask. And then she spread her legs wide, and
began to pleasure herself.
“Mmm...God, I forgot how GOOD at
this I am. It won't be much longer now. Pretty soon I'll have
all the energy I need, and then the real fun starts. Just think
about it Seth...all the things I'll be able to do to you, how HUGE I'm going to
get. It makes me horny just talking about it...and you know that's
only going to make me grow even MORE. But the best part, the part
that really gets me hot? I know you're watching me, and I know that
you probably want me to get bigger even more than I do.” Her hands
began to move faster, more frantically. Candice let out a deep,
guttural moan, losing herself to her fantasy – a fantasy that soon enough would
become reality.
A familiar odor began to drift past
my nostrils. It took me a moment to identify it – pungent, slightly
sweet, with a faint musky overtone. This was the smell of Candice,
the smell of her arousal. Perhaps it was all the pheromones her
perfume contained, their effects multiplied many times by her increased size
and sex appeal. Or it could've been a simple Pavlovian response to
an aroma I had experience so many times in the throes of
passion. Whatever the reason, I suddenly found myself getting
desperate, hungering to touch, to be touched by her. But above all
else, my word held me in bondage. Until she released me, all I could
do was watch, and wait.
“Oh...oh God Seth, I can feel it
building. Yes...oh my God, here it comes!” Candice threw
back her head, crying out in ecstasy. Her hair flickered, turning a
fire-orange color, and then, at last, she began to grow.
It happened incredibly fast – at
least at first. Her body practically exploded out in every
direction, and for a moment I wondered whether I was going to need to get out
of the way. But then my girlfriend held out her arms, her expression
that of a body-builder who is trying to lift a tremendous weight, and the
process immediately came to a halt. A moment later Candice grunted,
appearing to ease up slightly, and her growth resumed in short, uncertain
spasms. Her head would creep up a fraction of an inch, her body
would swell almost imperceptibly wider, and then she would stop again.
“There...I thought I'd take it
slow. For you, baby.” She rose up to her full height,
stretching even larger as she did so. “That way you won't miss
anything. You'll have plenty of time to watch every single part of
me sloooowly get biggggger. Do you like it like this?”
I almost answered her question, going
so far as to shape my mouth to form the words. But at the last
possible second I remembered the game we were playing – specifically the rule
against me talking. No penalties had been set for breaking any
rules, or prizes announced for winning. Yet still my competitive
nature kept me playing. And besides, I had every reason to want to
keep myself in good standing with my gargantuan girlfriend.
And so instead of saying anything, I
merely nodded.
She gave me a knowing wink. “Almost
got you, huh? Well, score one for your side, and the game
continues.” She continued to idly stroke her womanhood as she spoke,
her fingers moving with delicate precision over her most sensitive areas. And,
still with agonizing slowness, she was growing. Her beautiful,
shapely legs stretched longer, easily twice as thick as mine. The
floor creaked in protest under her steadily increasing
weight. Second by second she was transforming into a titaness, the
ideal woman, from which all other imperfect female specimens might have
descended.
I was progressively becoming aware
that the room was filling with a mysterious, latent energy. I don't
know quite how to describe it...maybe something akin to the experience of
removing a towel from the dryer and feeling the static electricity cling to the
hairs along your arm. But that isn't quite right, because this power
didn't seem to be pulling on any part of my physical body. It was
instead as if this energy was tugging against my soul.
Candice moaned, gaining another
quarter-inch of height. “You feel it, don't you?” she
asked. “All of this...I guess you'd call it 'magic.' It's
flooding through me, and I'm trying to hold back the pressure, so I can let myself
grow over minutes instead of seconds. But since the power is
released by sexual energy...the more turned on I get, the stronger the pressure
becomes. And you have NO idea how turned on I am right now,
Seth. Watching the world, watching you shrink
away. Seeing that look in your eyes, half lust, half fear, when you
know that I have complete control over you. And this feeling I get
when my body is expanding...it's like a non-stop, full-body
orgasm. It's just...augggh!” Her body surged outward,
growing two inches in an instant. “Ah you see, talking about it is
only making it worse.”
By now she was closing in on seven
and a half feet tall. There was only the slightest twinge of pink
left to her hair. And yet I couldn't shake the feeling that the
lion's share of her growth was yet to come – the energy for it not stored
anymore, but free in the air around us. The top of her head was
approaching the ceiling, her body was becoming ever more
statuesque. Candice cried out in pleasure, getting ready for another
big growth spurt, but then quite suddenly her transformation
stopped.
“What happened?” I asked,
disappointed. As soon as the words tumbled from my mouth it hit me –
by talking, I had just lost. “God dammit, you got
me! That was a mean trick, stopping your growth like that, making me
think something was wrong.”
“Trick...?” she said, clearly
distracted. Candice looked down at her hands quizzically, her
expression confused. “No, I...it wasn't a trick.”
Now I was starting to get weirded
out. “Okay well...what's wrong then? Why'd you stop?”
“I don't...I didn't want
to.” She closed her eyes for a moment,
concentrating. “And I can't start again!” Candice began
to pace back and forth, clearly struggling not to panic. “This
doesn't make sense! There's still power left. It's in the
room, all around us. I can still feel it!”
“Yeah, I can too.” I
rubbed my cheek thoughtfully. “Could this be because you were trying
to release that much energy so slowly? Like some kind of, ah,
mystical constipation?”
She glared at me, a truly terrifying
look coming from a woman who probably outweighed me by a couple hundred
pounds. “This isn't the time for jokes Seth.”
Something was gnawing at the edge of
my awareness. It was like a low rushing noise, the sound of running
water far off in the distance. It had been hovering just below my
perception, but with each passing second it was becoming louder, like an
approaching waterfall. Candice paused, noticing it too, and her eyes
widened in fear.
“Oh...now I get it.” She
took a deep breath, and turned to look me full in the face. For the
first time that day, there was not an ounce of playfulness in her
expression. “This is very, very bad. We don't have much
time.”
“What? What's that noise,
what's happening?” I asked, feeling my stomach rise into my throat.
Candice held up one large hand,
motioning me to silence. “Stop. Stop talking, and just
listen to me. Something is going to be here soon. When it
shows up, you have to do exactly what I tell you. Don't ask
questions, don't argue. It is vitally important that you give me
your complete trust right now. Can you do that?”
“SOMETHING is
coming? I....”
“There's just no time for
this. I need an answer.”
I took a deep breath, and let it out
slowly. “Can I trust you? Well duh, that part is
easy. It's just...I have no idea what the hell is going on
here. But I promise you this: whatever happens, we're in it together. No
matter what.”
She flashed me a broad smile, and
all but the faintest hint of worry drained from her eyes. We
embraced, her gigantic frame completely enveloping mine. The rushing
sound continued to build around us, but still we held each other. Her
body was warm, and familiar despite its size. As the strange noise
reached a crescendo, she released me at last. “You might want to
stand back,” she said cryptically. I obeyed.
The air between us shimmered, and I
saw a cloud of energy gathering in front of Candice. The cloud
swirled, picking up speed, and something that I might call an animal began to
congeal out of it. I've thought on this long and hard, and there is
simply no way that I can adequately explain what this thing looked like. Imagine
a cross between a trilobite fossil and an alien, specifically the kind of alien
that is sometimes called a Grey, with the big oval head and black almond-shaped
eyes. Imagine also that it is composed entirely of wispy fog, with
little specks of glitter floating around inside its semitransparent
body. It's alive, or something very much like alive, and it's aware
of you. You see it clearly enough, and you might trick yourself into
believing that what you're looking at is real. Yet you also get the
sense that this is not its true nature. But by far the strongest
impression you get is of the terrible, terrible anger it is
emitting. And, without knowing how you know, you can tell that the
target of all this anger is none other than your oversized girlfriend.
“Whatever you do, don't let it know
you're afraid,” she whispered. Candice smiled at the thing placidly,
seeming perfectly at ease. “We can use it, or it will use us; those
are our only options. Now, while it's focused on me, walk over here
and hold my hand. Slowly.” I did, trying my best to
ignore the inter-dimensional horror floating only inches away from her
face.
“This thing is...well, it's
complicated. Let's just say that it's the physical form of the power
I was using earlier, free of any of the restrictions I put on
it. Right now, it wants me. It wants to feed off my body
the same way I was feeding off its energy. We have to dissipate it,
use it up. The only problem is, it isn't going to take orders from
me anymore. But if we're really lucky, we might be able to trick
it. And I'm sorry to tell you this, but you're the only one here who
can do it.”
Much to my credit, I gave no outward
sign of the cold terror that her words instilled in me. “Okay,” I
said, my voice barely cracking at all. “Tell me how.”
I think she knew what must have been
running through my head just then, and she squeezed my hand
reassuringly. “Close your eyes, Seth. Think of something,
the thing you want more than anything else in the world. Feel your
desire for it, feel how badly you want it. In your mind, reach out
to the creature, and use it to get what you want. Don't ask it,
don't order it – use it. Like a hammer, or an axe. When
it's in its raw form like this, there are almost no limits to what it can give
you. Fame, fortune, powers beyond your wildest dreams. But
whatever you do, do it now. I don't know how much longer I can hold
it off.”
I nodded, and through sheer force of
will managed to quiet my pounding heart. It seemed I had a decision
to make – and what a decision! Probably every person who has lived
in the last two millennia has thought about this: the Aladdin
scenario. To be able to wish for anything you want – it's almost a
primal fantasy. People think it through, they plan it carefully, knowing
full well that in any rational universe there is no chance whatsoever that they
will ever have the opportunity to make that one, perfect wish. I am
no exception – in fact, I've probably spent more time at it than most.
And yet, at this most impossible and
wonderful moment, the only thing I could think about was everything that could
go wrong. A wish for wealth brings only the fear that it will be
taken away; a wish for fame the loss of privacy and of any semblance of a
normal life. I could try to bring about world peace, to right the
wrongs of the world. But I am realistic enough to know that if I
started making broad, sweeping changes to a complex system that I can't even
begin to understand, that I could only bring ruin to that which I'd hoped to
save.
I froze, locked in
indecision. And all the while I could hear the creature's horrid
breathing, could feel the cold sweat gathering on my girlfriend's outsized
palm. I looked up into her eyes, the top of her head stretching
almost two feet above my own. It seemed as though hours had passed
since her last growth spurt – or maybe more like it had happened in a different
lifetime. I remembered how elated and carefree I had felt watching
her grow, and how strangely erotic the whole process had been. It
was strange to think that I had been thrust into the position of protecting
someone so large, who looked perfectly capable of defending
herself. But what was size against a threat like the one
the creature posed? How big would she have to be to stand any
chance?
I don't think I actually SAID the
word 'Eureka' at that point, but I damn sure felt it.
The whole procedure that my
girlfriend had described – picturing what I wanted, reaching out to the
creature, using it as a tool – this turned out to be incredibly
easy. Maybe it was my excitement at finally having figured out what
I wanted, or perhaps it was the strength of my desire to see Candice grow
again. It wasn't like I had a plan or anything. I simply
closed my eyes and thought about my girlfriend towering over me,
outgrowing everything, becoming huge beyond anything the world had
ever seen. At first there was a slight resistance, something that
felt like having a word right on the tip of your tongue, but not being able to
say it. But I forced my way past this with ease – the word was
'bigger,' and I shouted it as loud as I could within the vaults of my mind.
Candice gave a little yelp of alarm,
and I felt her hand swell ever so slightly larger against
mine. “Seth, what're you doing?” she hissed. I couldn't
answer – I didn't dare let my concentration slip for even an
instant. Instead I focused all of my attention on expanding the
mental image of her that I had conjured up in my head. It was somewhat
surprising to find that my brain did this using what I can only describe as a
psychic version of MS Paint. I let my awareness encircle her,
grabbed ahold of the thin dotted line that surrounded her entire being, and
slowly, inexorably, pulled outward.
My girlfriend let out a loud groan
of satisfaction, and I felt her arm rise skyward as she
grew. Curiosity overcoming my better judgement, I cracked one eye
open to peer at her. She looked to be at least two inches taller now
– two inches that made her appear even more magnificent, even more
beautiful. Encouraged, I focused harder on her image. The
growth accelerated, her body surging larger at a frightening
rate. “Seth...oh Seth,” she whispered. “Thank you baby, I
love it. This feels amazing.” A moment later her head impacted the
eight foot ceiling, sending a cascade of soft plaster tumbling down to the
floor. She dropped to her knees, giggling, and brushed the white
material from her hair.
The creature, meanwhile, seemed to
be watching Candice as well. It waved its proboscises in the air
intently, reminding me of a funny old man wringing his hands
together. It felt like a great deal of malice had drained out of the
thing, and now, like me, it was just interested to find out what would happen
next. Some of its substance seemed to have evaporated as well, but
not nearly enough as far as I was concerned.
I took a deep breath, and once more
turned my attention to Candice's expanding body. Her arms stretched
wider, her fingers became longer and more tapered. Her legs, always
her best feature, were now beyond belief. They were exquisitely
toned, and even for a girl as large as she they were long. Had she
been standing they would've easily come up to the base of my
shoulders. I concentrated my attention on them, watching with a
foolish grin as they slipped away from me, her heels dragging along the carpet
as she grew. With each passing second Candice was swelling larger,
expanding like a gas to fill every empty space in the room.
Rolling onto her hands and knees,
she began to crawl toward me. Her body moved with a sensual, almost
feline grace. “Is that really the best you can do?” she breathed,
looking me full in the face with her dark almond eyes. There was
something desperate, almost pleading behind those eyes. “Please
honey, I want to be bigger. Much, MUCH bigger. Don't
tease me anymore.”
I looked at the vast expanse of
Candice spread out before me – the hour-glass curve of her hips, the swell of
her ass like the foothills at the base of a mountain range, the tear-drop shape
of her basketball-sized breasts. How could I possibly deny this
woman something she wanted, something that we BOTH wanted so badly?
“Get ready,” I said through gritted
teeth, setting my feet wide to steady myself.
Candice's face broke into a Cheshire
cat grin, and she rocked back into a sitting position, sending the whole house
rattling. “That's it Seth. Come on...give me everything
you've got.” Her voice was a silky siren's call, and I let it draw
out every ounce of my will onto the task at hand.
My girlfriend gasped as the first
wave of energy hit her, and a moment later an explosive growth spurt wracked
her entire body. She gained nearly a foot of height in the first
instant, and I was forced to jump out of the way as she continued to swell
larger. “Oh my God, you have no idea how good this feels!” she
moaned. “More, please more!”
It was then that I was stuck by a
fit of mischievous inspiration. Although Candice said that growing
was pleasurable, I secretly suspected that what she really loved was the IDEA
of getting bigger. They say that power is the ultimate aphrodisiac
after all, but that didn't seem like quite enough to satisfy her at this
point. If she was going to get off on growing, I wanted to make sure
she REALLY got off.
Still concentrating on her expanding
body, I shifted my focus to a specific region: between her legs. I
imagined a rushing torrent, a fire burning out of control. And above
all, the all-consuming need to be touched. This, by far, was the
easiest thing I had yet to attempt with my borrowed powers. All I
really had to do was think about how excited watching her grow was making me,
and project those feelings back onto her.
Her eyes flashed, her mouth formed a
surprised 'o' shape. And then, like a woman possessed, she began to
stroke herself with wild abandon. Her fingers sank deep into her
sopping wet pussy, one hand fiercely groping at her bosom. Candice
howled at the top of her lungs in exaltation. My God, the smell of
her! All the while she was still getting bigger. And with
every inch, with each little millimeter of height she gained, her arousal
seemed to grow in stride.
Candice thrashed about in the throes
of passion, and without even realizing it one powerful arm, as long and as big
around as my entire body, punched a gaping hole in the wall right next to where
I'd been standing. I instinctively dove away, coming to rest on the
floor beneath the shadow of my still-swelling girlfriend. There was
the briefest moment of pure awe as I looked up at the fifteen-foot Aphrodite I
had helped create. And then I rolled away before I was crushed under
the colossal bulk of her expanding form.
It was then that it dawned on me –
this wasn't funny anymore. Her body now spanned the length of the
entire room, blocking off any possible exit. She looked to be
growing faster than ever now, pulsing nearly a foot larger each
second. Candice was completely oblivious to the peril I was in, her
eyes rolled back in her head, her mind occupied only with the boundless stream
of pleasure I had inflicted upon her. And the space between me and
the wall at my back was shrinking rapidly. Fighting down a wave of
sick dread, I tried to think of some way to escape from my gargantuan girlfriend.
I closed my eyes, and tried to
picture Candice's growth slowing down, gradually coming to a
stop. But somehow this just didn't feel right – like attempting to
hammer a nail with a toothbrush. I tried again, more forcefully this
time, but got the same result. It was getting harder and harder not
to lose myself to panic – why wasn't this working?
Above the sound of splintering
plywood and cries of ecstasy, I heard another noise. It was rasping
and hollow, and it chilled me to my core. Laughter. The
creature was laughing at me. Its form was wispy and insubstantial,
like heat rising off blacktop on a hot summer day, but there was no question
that it was still very real. Was this its final revenge – a withdraw
of support at this most critical moment? Was it trying to doom me
with my own desire?
In a rare flash of insight, I
understood. No, the creature was not doing this to me – I was doing
it to myself. Some part of me still wanted Candice to keep growing,
even if it threatened my life. Watching her get bigger
satisfied some deep, primal urge in me, and any attempt I made to stop it was
met with resistance not from without, but from within.
Only seconds left
now. Three tons of girl-flesh barreling at me, expanding in every
direction to seal my fate. “Candice!” I screamed. She
ignored me, too far gone to listen. I screamed again, summoning my
will, my voice augmented by every last drop of my desire to
live. “CANDICE! DO SOMETHING!”
At once her eyes snapped
open. She looked down at me, her expression
dazed. “Seth...what...?” Candice blinked once, twice, and
then her face lit with understanding. “You're...oh my
God! We've got to get you out of here!” She reached down,
her arms surging longer even as she moved toward me. My girlfriend
lifted me easily, as if I weighed nothing at all, and cradled me protectively
against her bosom. Her body was hot and fragrant, and even in this
moment of crisis I was struck by how wonderful it was to feel her body
surrounding me.
“Hang on!” she cried in a voice like
a thunderclap. She lurched forward, and my stomach dropped into my
toes with the sudden acceleration. There was a sound that might have
been the apocalypse – tearing of brick from mortar. The shattering
of glass. And then, the smell of silica and sawdust.
Daylight. Candice was
putting me down in the soft grass. I sat there, my head swimming,
trying not to vomit. After a long moment I wiped a streak of dust
away from my eyes, and surveyed the scene around me.
The entire western wall of our house
was utterly destroyed. A hole, the size of a Mack truck and roughly
Candice-shaped, stood in its side. The backyard was littered with
debris, and a huge cloud of pulverized wood and stone was rising into the
afternoon sky.
“I wonder if our insurance is going
to cover this,” I muttered wryly.
My girlfriend chuckled. I
turned to look at her, and almost passed out from the vertigo. It
hurt my brain just to look at her – how could a human being possibly be so
large? Resting on her knees as she was, her face filled my entire
field of vision. Donning her now-famous condescending smirk she
gradually stood up to her full height, like a monster rising out of the
ocean. She was easily twenty feet tall, her torso thicker than a
tree trunk, her breasts as big and round as a pair of beach
balls. Striking a pose that might've been fatal to someone with a
weak heart condition, she looked down at me.
“Seth, tell me the truth: do you
think I'm fat?”
“I think, for someone of your
stature, a better word is 'majestic.'”
She grinned
evilly. “You...are you gonna get REALLY lucky little
man. Too bad you're gonna need a ladder to get any pussy from now
on.”
“Very funny.”
By this time the creature had joined
us outside, its form so weak that it was almost invisible. The thing
appeared to be resigned to its fate, ready to be relieved of the burden of
existence. “What do you want to do about this guy?” I asked, gesturing
toward it.
“Second verse, same as the first,”
she answered, pointing one gigantic finger skyward.
“Really? You actually
want to be BIGGER? STILL?”
“Why stop now when we're having so
much fun?” she laughed. “In all honesty babe, you can get rid of it
any way you want. But let me ask you...can you think of anything
you'd rather have than more of ME?”
It was a rhetorical
question. Nodding, I clenched my fists in concentration, and watched
as Candice began to inch upward again. She let out a deep moan of
pleasure, looking on as the world shrank around her. I pushed
harder...if we were really going through with this, then I wanted her to be
impossibly huge. Thirty feet tall – no, fifty! Her
feet sank into the soil with her increasing weight, her head crested the roof
of our house....
There was a sudden popping noise,
and Candice was gone. I had time for the briefest moment of
confusion, and then I heard a scream. It was a decidedly
high-pitched, girly scream, and it was coming from high above me. I
glanced up, and before I was even aware of what I was doing I rushed forward to
catch my girlfriend as she hurtled toward the ground. The force of
her impact was enough to send me spinning into the dirt, but then I was
sitting, with what seemed like an impossibly tiny Candice cradled in my arms.
“What...what happened?” I asked, my
voice barely above a whisper.
Mini-Candice – or actually, I
realized, normal-sized Candice – shrugged. “This must be what
happens when you use up the last of the energy. It...ahh...wore
off...I guess?” She rolled to her feet, trying to scrape some of the
muck from her naked body. “Yeah look, here's your proof,” she said,
pinching a lock of her hair. It was perfectly white, the whitest
white I had ever seen.
“Game over then?” I asked, pushing
myself up off the ground. “Everything's back to normal?”
“Well....” she said, pointing toward
the house. As she did, a few more bricks tumbled down from the arch
her sudden exit had created. “Not everything.”
I sighed
mournfully. “Alright. You wait here. I'm going
to go get the phone book, and call a construction company. Or the
police. Maybe my parents. Or...God, I don't even know.”
“Actually, I've got a better idea,”
she said, licking her lips thoughtfully. Before I could reply she
was running back into the house, vaulting like a gazelle over the piles of
concrete and broken glass. Not knowing what else to do, I followed.
She was in the kitchen when I found
her, waiting for me by the refrigerator. Still wearing her patented
smirk, she opened the door wide. The power was out, but in the dim
light filtering in from outside I could see four large mason jars full of a mysterious,
oily liquid. “Do you know what these are?” she asked, her voice full
of unrestrained glee.
I shook my head.
“I'll give you one hint,” she said,
and lifted one of the jars to her lips. Candice let two tiny drops
fall onto her tongue, and set the jar back in the fridge. The room
was silent. And then, in the blink of an eye, her hair had turned
pink. Hot, vibrant, terrifying pink.
Before I could react she was
tackling me. She wrapped her arms around me, her hot, amorous breath
upon my neck. “Now if you'll just be a good catalyst, I'll take care
of our little construction problem.” She grinned at me
hungrily. “And who knows. Maybe after that, you'll want
to have some more fun. I know I will.”
Candice looked up into my eyes, and
seeing the horror there, she giggled. “Oh don't be such a worry
wart. As someone once said...what's the worst that can happen?”
