Best Friends

todo: fix this - HOW !?!?!?!?!

• she flirts, he is intimidated, and tries to use 'friends' as an excuse

• he's upset about his dad/sister. she tries to console him, but at her present size he can't avoid his body reacting to her, which she clues on and uses to flirt, which upsets him

Ch 3.w: Best Friends

Inside the old mill, Bradley and Kitty were left alone in awkward silence. He looked at her, the back of his mind still trying to process news of his father's death. She looked so different, she hardly seemed like herself anymore. While he was outside getting supplies, she'd against used the device to add another foot, making her eight-feet-tall and proportionally larger in every dimension. Especially her breasts, which were not only popping out of her shirt and bra, but were half above his eye-line. She looked surreal, like a giant living statue. Bradley found her size both intimidating and distracting. "Did you really need to be even bigger?" He grabbed a sleeping bag, and spread it between them as a buffer.

"Awww.. I thought it would be fun." Kitty was having a hard time judging his state. She'd spent the whole year flirting with him, wishing his would give her a drop of attention. Today she'd got her wish. He'd been all over her, and she knew why. The first shot of his little mystery device had converted her chest from flat to fabulous. Then there was the whole business of making her fifty feet tall to track down his sister. It still made her a little wet to remember the feeling of him riding around in her bra.

She took two large steps around the sleeping bag, quickly closing the distance between them. She marveled at how small he looked. Minutes earlier she'd felt merely tall, but now she absolutely towered over him. The top of his head was down by her chest.

Bradley tried to back away, but she playfully caught him by the arm. He tried to resist her pull, utterly failing as she pulled his face against a breast half popping out of her shirt. Something about this wasn't right. He pushed at her tummy, trying to free himself. Finally she let go. He staggered back far enough to see the concern on her face. "What is it, Bradley?"

"I dunno. It's just, yesterday you were my best friend, and today, I don't know what we are. Not to mention my dad is dead, and my sister's been arrested." He looked up, not able to deny how sexy she looked, but feeling a different emotion welling up. "I guess right now I just want my best friend." He wrapped his arms around her, hugging firmly, burying his face against her chest without it meaning anything.

"Aww, Bradley. I'm still your best friend. I'll always be your best friend." Kitty suddenly felt so selfish. She brushed her fingers through his hair, consoling him. "You've certainly been through alot today. Do you want to sleep? Do you want to talk about it? You can zap me down to size if you like. Whatever you need." She tipped his head up, looking him in the eye. "I'm always here for you."

"I know, I know." Looking two feet up into her eyes, his cheeks brushing against her tits, was not helping him think of her as just a friend. When she broke free and stepped towards the device, he knew he didn't want her to change back. He caught her hand and held it firmly enough to get her attention. "Can we just sit?" She nodded, wordlessly, and followed him to the sleeping bag.

They sat nearly hip-to-hip, facing each other, as they had done so many times before. Only this time her head and shoulders loomed far above his. He hugged around her midsection and tried not to think about the way her over-sized breasts compressed into his arm and chest.

For ten minutes, Kitty just silently held him, occasionally rubbing his back. He didn't cry, but at times it seemed like he wanted to. Eventually his breathing slowed, and he seemed less upset. She gently kissed his forehead, "you seem tired. We should sleep."

"Kitty, what are we?" He didn't mean it to come out that way, like an accusation. Just the more he sat with her, the more the stress of the day melted away, the more he found himself responding to her body, to being up against her. He didn't want to sleep, he wanted to kiss her, but now everything was confused. "I mean, what do you want us to be?"

"Bradley? Are you sure you want to talk about this tonight? There is really no rush. It can wait for another day." While he didn't answer, when she finally found his eyes, they looked disappointed.

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"We've been best friends for a long time. This year I've been pretty clear with you that I want something more, and today it seemed like maybe you do too. As for where that leaves us, I don't know. I know we trust each other. Earlier you made me fifty feet tall and rode around in my shirt for half an hour." As soon as she said it, Bradley looked away.

"What? I'm sorry. I'm just trying to lighten the mood. The truth is the ball is in your court. I like you, Bradley, like really like you. I think we could be good together. But if you don't want that, I'm still going to be your best friend. I haven't pushed you to decide this whole school year, and I'm certainly not going to push you to decide right now. Come on, lets just cuddle up and get some sleep."

She knew it would be easier to do that if she fit inside the sleeping bag, so she stood, and headed for the device. It took Bradley a moment to realize her intent. He quickly scurried up and wrapped his arms around her from behind, "wait, what are you doing?"

"What? I was just going to zap myself down to size. You were all snarky about me being bigger. Plus, we'll fit in the sleeping bag better." Kitty had never seen him so huggy, but then he did lose his father today. She rubbed her hands over where he was holding her. "It'll just take a second, then we can sleep, or kiss, or whatever you like."

As she tried to walk out of his grasp, Bradley held her firmly. She wasn't making this easy. He finally just blurted it out, "Kitty, I like you like this." She stopped pulling away from him, just standing there for a moment.

Kitty felt a bit of giddiness rising in her. Instead of pulling away, she turned around. He was more huddled around her midsection than facing her. "Wait, I could have sworn I just heard you say, 'I like you'. Now do you mean, 'i like you', or 'i *like* you'?" Even as she joked with him, her mind was working out what he really meant. Suddenly it dawned on her. He'd only been kissing her, he'd only been responding to her, since she got bigger. She thought of being tall as a fun little game, but to him it was something more. She was not against using that to her advantage.

"I *like* you, Kitty." Bradley had let go of his grasp, and was merely holding her sides as he looked up. The sight of breasts spilling out of her shirt still deeply distracted him. So much that he didn't notice her reaching under his arms until it was too late, and he was off the ground, "whoa, Kitty, what are you...?" A moment later he was straddled around her, her breasts crushed against him, and he was looking her eye to eye. Their lips met, tongues tangling. He reached around her head, pulling, as her larger tongue overwhelmed his mouth. He wondered if she knew just how sexy he was finding this moment.

It had been an impulsive decision, lifting him off the ground. She was just trying to think like a big sexy girl, and it happened. Yet it made her feel powerful, holding him, kissing him. She cradled under his butt, and pressed her tongue deeply into his mouth, the feeling unlike any kiss she'd ever had before. She felt him harden against her tummy, and realized just how into it he was. She'd often imagined finally getting Bradley's attention, but she never imagined it would be like this. She didn't care. A few moments later she let their kiss part, whispering to him, "you like me like this, do you?" She started slowly and rhythmically lifting him, rubbing his erection against her tummy. "What about this, do you like this?"

"Yes," he was panting a little bit from her motions, "I really like it." Bradley didn't know if he was more turned on by the way she was rubbing their bodies together, or the fact that it seemed so easy for her to keep doing it. As he slid against her, she dove her tongue back into his mouth, and he reached a hand down to fondle her breast. God it felt good, and huge. It jiggled and spilled out of his hand in every direction. As she slid him up and down against her, he reached down again, digging into her shirt this time, briefly finding her nipple.

"You've been trying to get back in there all day, haven't you?" Kitty would have laughed, if the situation wasn't so damn sexy, dry-humping him against her. She considered tossing him to the ground and escalating, but this was just their first night. She hoped if she kept this up a little longer he would come in his pants and they could lie down and drift off to sleep.

A minute later it didn't seem like that was going to happen, and she had no intention of leaving him hanging. She shifted his weight to one side, and brought a hand to the front of his pants, rubbing her fingers against him. "

???? what next

• she finds out he's turned on by her size, and flaunts it for his benefit

  • • how does she find out?

???? where are we trying to end up here?

• • Bradley responds to her body, even as she just comforts him

• Kitty is more of a willing participant, rather than Kaitlin's domineering

• Kitty is desperate for any reason to get Bradley to like her

• Kitty knows he's turned on by her new body and being big... uses it to flirt with him even more

• she takes her bra off, because she can't sleep in a bra three sizes too small

• more kissing...