* Introductions
As I open the door to my apartment, I spot a tell-tale sign that Jessica is here waiting for me. Her jacket is draped over one of my living room chairs. Next to it is a small suitcase she's packed for our weekend excursion. "Jessica, I'm home." I call out, not expecting a response. She and I have been dating for three years, and hide-and-seek is one of our little games. I stop in the middle of the living room, and try to be as quiet as I can, looking for signs of where she might be hiding. You might think that hide-and-seek is a game that you finished playing when you were a child. However, it's not so easy to find Jessica. You see, she's a very unusual girl, as she can make herself invisible! Most people don't know her secret, as they would just start thinking about X-Men and super heroes. No, Jessica is just an ordinary girl. She can't leap over tall buildings in a single bound; she can't stop bullets; she's majoring in geology, and one day she wants to have a family of her own. She just happens to be really good at hiding, on account of being invisible. I walk through the bedroom door.
I can see where she's neatly piled her clothes up on the bed. She can't very well hide invisibly in a pink tank top and white shorts. I'm looking for signs of things different than I left them. A closet door ajar, a bedsheet ruffled, or matted down carpet might leave signs of where she slipped to hide herself. "Ohh Jessica, where are you hiding?" I keep thinking one day she'll leave her clothes about and go shopping at the mall, just to torment me, but I hear a muffled giggle from the living room. Darting back out, I see she's moved her jacket to hang it on a kitchen chair. Her way of saying 'you can't see me'. I walk myself over to the kitchen and get a spray bottle out from under the sink, carefully spraying a small pattern of water on the kitchen floor. I switch it to stream, and look carefully. I take a guess and spray over the kitchen table, finding nothing. I pan across the living room, still without catching any motion.
A moment later Jessica walks out of the bedroom fully clothed and visible as ever. "Hey hun. Whatcha chasing with that water bottle?" She lets out a little snicker, her dirty blond hair is braided in the back. She's perky, and acts more like a fitness coach than a nerdy geologist. She walks up to me and lays a cute 'i gotcha' kiss on my cheek as she takes the water bottle out of my hand. "Don't want you to hurt someone with this. Kurt the dangerous water-sprayer." She giggles again as she slips it back into the kitchen drawer. "Are you packed? You ready to see a volcano? I am. Let's go!" I grab my duffel from the closet and we're out the door in just a few minutes.
* Volcano hiking
By the time our five our train ride finished last night, we were both so beat we fell right to sleep. Even so, it was tough to wake up and get out of the motel early enough for the 5am volcano tour pickup time. I sipped my coffee and blocked out the world as the tour bus made it's way to pick up other participants and make it's way out to the volcano. We planned the special trip as a rare live lava flow had just started a few days earlier. The caffine wakes me up just in time to hear the guide's warning about the danger of flowing lava. I figure I'll stay near Jessica, as she seems to know which areas were recently hot lava and which are safer solid old-rock. They hand out some donuts and pastries, and by the time we all emerge from the vehicle I'm ready to enjoy the sunrise.
Vocanic rock doesn't look like normal rock. It's black and pitted from the cooling process. The area we are hiking through looks more like the moon than something normal on earth. The rocks are jagged and fragmented mostly into small pieces. Off in the distance we can see some steam rising, and the guide explains that to be the source of the actual flow. As we get closer, the mostly temperate 70 degree day is punctuated by occasional hot winds as hot air from the lava flow is blown in our direction. I'm plodding along following the group, but Jessica is jumping around like a kid in a candy store, stopping occasionally to look at different pieces of rock. They all look the same to me, but she explains that variations in the wear on the exterior lend clues not only to the age of the flow that produced them, but also to the mineral composition of the rocks.
We're very close to the lava now, and the hot air is all around us now. Some of the tour members are snapping pictures. One elderly gentlemen sets up a tripod and a video camera to catch the flowing movement of the lava. The guide begins to remind the group of the unpredictable dangers of live lava. How there could be underground hot lava tubes anywhere near us. Apparently flowing lava is between 1000 and 2000 degrees, and he explains that if the crust should give way, there won't be anything left of you for the helicopter to take to the hospital. He tries to make it funny, but the group response is much more somber. They seem to have settled in at their safe distance. Jessica, however, has no fear. "Let's go honey. He's just covering his ass. You'd think all those liability forms we signed would be enough." She walks with deliberateness closer to the lava flow and I follow.
I stare intently at the ground now as I walk. I'm looking for any signs we might be over a dangerous underground lava tube. Jessica is more familiar with the territory though and has moved quite a bit ahead of me. I notice that as we move closer to the lava flow the rock color variations are not so subtle. There even appears to be a silver shimmer appearing in the rocks. I don't look at rocks much, but they are quite striking. Up ahead Jessica is kneeling down, and I pick up the pace to reach her. "Did you find something Jess?" I can see pretty quickly that she isn't looking at a rock but is bending over holding her stomach and visibly in discomfort. "Jess, are you okay?"
"I don't know what it is. I don't feel well. Help me up." She reaches her arm up around my shoulder, and we head back towards the group. By the time we're halfway back, Jessica is walking on her own again, and when we get there she's completely feeling like her old self. "Wow, must have been hotter out there than I thought. I still feel a little woozy. Did you see those silver maganite rocks? I have to tell the guide about it." She's talking as she heads for our group guide, and I notice the videographer has already packed up his triopd and camera. I turn towards the steam and thread of orange glow in the distance to enjoy the sights.
By the time we get to the bus I'm hungry and susprised that it's already mid-day. My growing stomach makes the bus ride back seems to take ten times longer than the ride out this morning. However, I console myself with relief that no crust caved in, leaving us as charred cinders on the rock. By the time w reach the motel room all I can think about is lunch, so it surprises me that Jessica lays herself down on the bed. "Jess, I'm really hungry. Are you ready for lunch? Lets get going. Are you okay?"
She sits up for a sec. "You know, I still don't feel well. Maybe it was more than hot air. I probably enhaled some chemical fumes from being that close." Her head cocks to the side as she pauses for a second and then speaks to herself more than me. "Either that or I'm pregnant. Wow, I hope I'm not pregnant. What would I do with that. No, I can't be pregnant." She stared off out the window for another minute before returning to the conversation. "Sorry. I'm just over-worrying. Can you do me a favor and bring me back some lunch? No need to hurry back, I'm going to lay down and nap. "
"Sure. Anything you need. Be back in a bit." I head out the door in search of a solution to my growing stomach growling. I check the train schedule and figure we can get some lunch and make it back in time to catch the 3pm train and be back at home by 9pm.
* something's up
As I return to the room, I'm wondering why I can't find local delis that serve such good homemade roast beef back at home. My lunch really was a treat. When I get inside, I can hear the sink is running in the bathroom. "You felling better honey? That place has the best homemade meats. I brought you back a roast turkey sandwich with swiss, just the way you like it." No response. I walked over to the bathroom door and lightly wrapped on the door. "You in there? Everything okay?"
"I'm right here." The sound of water stopped. "Kurt, something weird is going on."
"What's wrong? Are you still feeling sick from earlier? Maybe we should take you to a hospital and have you checked out. The guide did warn us about toxic fumes near the lava." I patiently waited for a response.
"No. No, that's not it." She was silent for a few moments. "I've always known I was a little different. You know I'm not your typical girl." More silence. "I just never imagined something like this might happen." I was beginning to worry now. She sounded a little freaked out. I turned the doornob and found it unlocked, so I pushed the door open. "Wait! Wait!"
I heard the shower curtain shuffle as I walked in. I pulled sideways on it but saw nothing. She was obviously invisible. "Ohh honey. Are you having trouble becoming visible again?"
"No no silly, that's not it." Her head peaked out from aside the shower curtain. "Something else has happened." Something looked a little off, like her eyes were further apart or something. I couldn't place it. "..and I don't think the hospitals can help with this one. I suppose if you're okay with me being invisible, this might be small in comparison." She drew the shower curtain and stepped out of the shower towards me.
It was immediately obvious she was taller, simply bigger than she had been before. I consider myself slightly above average height, and she was now standing easily even with me looking eye to eye. She was probably six feet tall. How had she grown over a foot while I was out at lunch. "Wow. That's not exactly small." I chuckle a little.
"You rat." She pushed me out of the bathroom's tiny confines, though her lightened tone tells me she appreciated the levity. Standing a bit further away from her, I could see that her brown tank-top was stretched tight and was too short to cover up her midriff. I've always thought of Jessica as a just perfectly appropriate up top, more firm than busty, so the suggestion of her chest swelled up in her now undersized clothes was a bit sexy.
"Sorry. I don't mean to poke fun. I'm sure that's very serious, though so far I don't see a downside. I mean, I thought I had the perfect girlfriend already, and now you're simply a taller bomshell. I mean, look in the mirror. You look hot!" I embraced her in a hug. A hug that felt very different, with her chin too high to rest on my shoulder, and her cheek tucked against mine. My phone started buzzing. "Ohh, that's our train reminder. What do you think. Do you feel well enough to get home?"
"Yes yes. I don't know what this means, but there isn't much we can do about it here in a motel room. Lets get out of here and get home."
* train ride
Walking with her through the train station and onto the train was a really different experience, both because of how her arm naturally fell on my shoulder, and how I could see men around us turning to catch a look at her. Without any clothes that fit her properly she was a bit uncomfortable. As hot as I her shirt looked turned into a baby-t, I knew it wasn't something she was used to. Jess has always been attractive enough to get a passing glance, but I guess a 6' tall woman's bare midriff would turn a few more heads. She must have noticed the attention too, as when we found an empty sitting/sleeper room she let out a sigh of relief. "Did you see all those people staring at me? I'm beginning to worry." She collapsed into the seat.
"Worry what honey? That you might be too hot? I'm not worried about that." I let out a chuckle as I tossed both tossed our bags up on the luggage rack. "They are just looking because you're tall, and seeing a tall beautiful woman isn't an everyday thing."
"Well, I'm glad you're enjoying this." She smiled a little, staring out the window. "No no. I'm beginning to worry that I'm still getting taller. This started on the shuttle ride back from the volcano, and it hasn't stopped since. Didn't you notice?" I hadn't looked that carefully, but she didn't seem any different now than she was before.
"Honey, stand up. What has you all in a huff." As soon as she stood up in front of me I could see what had been obvious to her before, she was now a few inches taller than she had been in the motel room. "Okay okay. You are a little ... taller. In fact a couple inches taller than me it looks like." The word in my mind was actually 'bigger', but I didn't think that would go over well. Everything about her was larger. Her eyes were larger, her hips were wider, and her shirt was painted on the contour of her bustline, proportionally larger but still firm and athletic. "At least that explains why people were staring so much. It's unusual to see a girl taller than her man. It'll be fine." I embraced her in a hug, where this time my chin brushed on her shoulder. "I love you visible or not, no matter what height you are." I felt her relax a little in my arms. "It's a long ride home, let's not fret about this the whole way."
"Okay okay." As layed a soft kiss on me, it was hard not to notice the difference. Her lips and tongue were different, and as I held her against me, it turned more sensous than dainty. I could feel her breasts pushing high onto my chest and with my hand against her bare back my fingers slid up underneath her shirt and camisol for just a moment before we parted. She was smiling now. "I can see you're enjoying this. Perhaps it could be fun. Being invisible sure is." She had a little snicker in her voice. She took her seat, and I snuggled up next to her. Each of us took out a book and settled in for the ride home.
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Several hours later, the all too predictable twists of my suspense novel were interrupted by the door to our previously private room opening. A couple slipped in and dragged a big bag through the door. The woman was yammering away at some conversation mid-stream between them which I couldn't quite follow. She slipped her self into the seat opposite us as her male partner hoisted their single bag up into the rack above. I silently nodded to them, and as he sat down I could see him staring at Jessica. His wife noticed him staring and gave him a little swat I wasn't supposed to see. He silently nodded back to me.
It wasn't too long later that Jessica must have finisher her book. She closed it and stood up. I could see what our train-car-mate must have been looking at. Her top was now more than painted on. The pattern was visibly stretched, and if it became any small there would be more than just midrif showing. As she reached out towards her bag, I could see the fabric inch up, exposing a hint of her breasts. With her clothes now several sizes too small, even her pulling a book out of her bag seemed like a sexy act of flirtation. She pulled down on her top in a futile attempt to cover the exposure. For every inch she covered on the bottom, she exposed more neckline up top. Her whole top had been stretched into the look of a dainty sports bra. Looking down at herself she could see this wasn't going to get anywhere. She reached towards my bag and ruffled through it for a minute. I was still transfixed on the flirty show of more than just her bare tummy.
A moment later I noticed she had found a shirt in my bag, but had been standing there watching me stare at her. Our eyes met and she held there a moment longer as if to say 'finished honey?', a bit of a smirk on her face. She bent forwards, bringing her head down towards me at a deliberately slow pace. As much as I tried to maintain eye contact, my focus was repeatedly drawn to the gap down the front of her shirt. "Hey hon. While I can see you're enjoying the view..." I certainly was. As she spoke into my ear, my entire view was filled by her proportionally firm yet much larger breasts. Her tank top's neckline creating an indentation in the skin from it being far too small on her. "I'd prefer to be a little more covered up in public. Mind if I borrow this shirt of yours?" I wanted to say no, but she really wasn't asking. As she stood back up and slipped my shirt on to cover herself, I could see our male train-car mate behind her was more than a little entranced by the display. Her shorts were painted on, and her legs were impossibly long, holding her waist well above my head. When she was finished, even my shirt looked fitted on her, but it did cover up the exposure. She sat back down and smiled at me as she opened her new book.
I noticed the woman across from me had nodded off, and it was a good thing too, as her partner was still staring at Jessica. Well. Who could blame him. She was a little more than a tall bombshell now. I wondered when this would stop.
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A few hours later we arrived at our home station. I noticed that Jessica was staying conspicously seated as I rose and pulled my bag off the rack. Our fellow passengers made there way out the door, him stealing a last glance at Jessica as he left eyeshot. I think she was staring right back at him when the door slid closed before turning to me. "Honey, I think we have a problem."
I had realized that her growth hadn't stopped, but didn't really know what to say about it. "Yes Jess. I can see you haven't stopped growing, but we should get off this train before it heads out of the station. We can figure this out at home. Preferably after some sleep, I'm exhausted." I didn't mean to sound insensitive, but I was really tired and wanted to get home.
"No honey. I'm not talking about that problem. I'm talking about this problem." She unfolded her book and her hands from her lap, and I could see that her shorts had split in several places. "Did you bring an extra pair of shorts I could borrow?" It took me a minute for my groggy thought to shift gears before reaching for my bag. I wordlessly handed her a pair of shorts. "Can you lock that door for a minute." I moved to guard the door, which didn't have a locking mechanism, as she shimmied out of her shorts and stood to finish slipping mine on. I noticed her struggling with the button first. Then I noticed something else. She was now over a foot taller than me. I'm not sure my head even came up to her chin.
I thought this might alarm her, and those shorts were not fitting her. We needed another plan. "Jess, I have a better idea." The PA system was now calling the train departure time. I think they said we had about ten minutes. "Make yourself invisible. Let's just get home. We could both use the rest." Just a moment later Jessica was invisible and her bottoms had dropped to the floor. I collected her clothes up into my bag and grabbed both bags from the rack. I stood ready to open the door, not knowing where she was to look at her. "Let me know when you're ready. Our car is right outside."
I felt her hand rest on my shoulder. "I'm ready." I slipped the door open and once I could see the hall was clear, headed for the exit. Her hand reassured me that she was following as we made our way through the train terminal. Fortunately it wasn't very crowded, so slipping out and into the parking lot without people bumping into her was pretty easy. I hoped nobody noticed her car door slam apparently without assistance before she started insisting, "heater, heater, heater. I'm freezing." I warmed up the car and the heater and got us on our way.
Neither of us spoke on the short drive home. It might have been exhaustion. It might have been that neither of us knew what to say. I left all our junk in the car as we arrived at Jessica's place. I held the door open long enough for her to have obviously made her way inside before entering myself. As soon I closed the door we let out a collective sigh of relief. I saw Jessica's arm reach down from over my right shoulder as she held me in an embrace from behind, my hands still on the door. "That was a trying day. I'm glad to be home Kurt." Her other arm was around my waist, and I could tell already that her voice was coming from above. I could feel her breasts and body pressing into my back. "Well honey. Are you ready to see what kind of predicament my genius lava expedition left us with? What did you say before, taller bombshell?" I couldn't tell if that was sarcasm or anticipation. She held me firm for a few moments. I'm not sure if she was expecting and answer or simply preparing herself. Then she turned me around, my back against the door.
It took me a few moments to take her in, now naked from our invisibility smuggling home. Jessica was already immodest, as I guess you would get if you were regularly walking around naked unseen. She had taken a halfstep back and was a little more than arms length away as I scanned down her frame. She was now easily 7'5" tall, and my eyes were drawn first to her breasts out in front of my face. They still sat firm and athletic on her expanded frame. I scanned down to her bellybutton not much below my shoulder height. Her hips were now decidedly wide than mine, and her legs were impossibly long. "Wow. Much more than tall bombshell. " Who was I kidding, Jess was beyond the perfect girlfriend. This did present some challenges, but right now was not the time to worry about that. I reached my hand out to gesture her towards me, and she bent down for us to hug shoulder to shoulder. I felt awkward reminders of being a child, taller adults bending down to hug me. She hugged me back, and I started to feel how much her body had grown. Neither of us wanted to let go of the embrace.
She finally broke the silence with some levity. "Did you see that guy staring at me in our traincar? I bet his girlfriend gave him a talking to when he got out of there." I chuckled. "Thought I noticed he wasn't the only one staring." The memory of her skin tight shirt paled in comparison to her naked frame in front of me. "Though I have to admit, I kinda liked seeing you entranced like that."
"I told you honey, you are a pretty distracting sight."
"Ohh really, let's see if it still works." She let go of the embrace and her hands pressed me a step back against the door. My eyes again staring for a moment at her breasts before trying to crane my neck up to look at her. "What do you think honey?" Her right hand was now cupping the firm bottom of her breast. It was hard not to stare, too hard. I caught my eyes darting between her eyes, her lips, and her fingers, now sliding across her nipple. "Wow. I've seen you look at me, but I don't think I've ever quite seen that gleam in your eye. I think I could get used to this." My hands were now running of the sides of her body, and she moved closer as we were both becoming very aroused. Her breast felt huge in my hands, and I took her nipple in my mouth. I could feel it harden. She placed her hands up on the wall above me and leaned into me, burying one of her breasts against my face. Her crotch was rubbing against my tummy, and I could feel her pulsing her weight against me. As my hands made their way down her torso her waist backed away from me and I reached between her legs to feel her sex. As I slid across her, she hummed and rotated her frame, alternately massaging her breasts against my face. After a few moments enjoying the foreplay, she backed away, leading me towards the bedroom.
She took a seat on the bed, spreading her legs. Her feet were still well planted on the foor, and as I slipped up against her we were still not eye to eye. We embraced in a soft and sensous kiss, during which her fingers slipped open the front of my waist and began to caress me. Our kiss continued as she both stroked me and pulled at my garments. I helped her slip my bottoms to the floor and then she broke our kiss by lifting my shirt up over my head. With her arms lifted her breasts rose even higher than normal, and when my shirt came free I was again entranced staring at them. She giggled, tossed my shirt aside, and linked her hands up over her head. "I'm all yours honey. Have your way with me." she said in a flirtasiously melodramatic voice. "..or maybe you just want to have your way with them." She gave her bust a shimmy.
Looking up into her eyes again I mustered a response. "Both. No reason to choose either or." She laughed outright now, and she continued shaking her breasts gently. First up against my nose like an eskimo kiss, and then around my face before her hands pulled my face into her breasts and my crotch into the edge of the bed.
She lifted my chin to face her. "No, I suppose not. You should know, the view from up here is pretty hot." She had a grin from ear to ear and I let out a chuckle as well. A moment later, she leaned back and slid her waist towards me sit truly on the edge of the bed. Reaching down, she guided me into her. She was now leaning back, propped on one arm, her other hand pulling against my butt. She let go and let herself lay down fully, her gaze landing on the ceiling. The sensation of being inside her was also different. She was truly bigger, and there was not as much friction as I was used to. My hands were free and I put one to use massaging her clit while I slowly worked my hiips into a rhythmic motion. She began to moan quickly, and before I knew it she had climaxed and I slowed to a stop for her to finish. "Wow. I think that was building longer than I thought." She pulled a pilllow to her head to she could face me. I placed both hands on her hips and resumed my motion. Her hands began slowly caressing her chest and tummy. She was a beautiful sight laying there, her torso alone reaching almost halfway up the bed. I pumped harder and harder into her until I reached my own climax.
A few minutes later the exhaustion of the whole long day set in as we both slipped into bed. Some part of me still wanted to touch and explore her, but my eyelids were falling shut and before I knew it I was asleep.
* sleuthing the cause
When I woke up she was already out of bed. I could hear her in the kitchen so I made my way up and out to her. She was completely back to normal and dress in one of her spring dresses with a flower print. "Morning Honey. Mystery still unsolved, but at least I can fit into my clothes again!" She bounded over to me and landed a quick kiss on my lips. She was as cute as ever, but I couldn't help feel a tiny pang of disappointment, as I had hoped to find her the huge busted amazon goddess I had gone to bed with last night.
After some morning ritual we parted to our normal days, agreeing to meet at my place that evening for a much more tame night in. After dinner and a rental movie on the couch we both were happy to retire early. I think we were both sound asleep no later than 10pm.
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The next morning I was the first to wake, and without leaving the bed I realized Jessica was not the petite 5'6" girl I had laid down to bed with. I was quickly aroused with anticipation of what she looked like under the covers as she laid there rising and falling with her breathing. I sat wondering, what pattern could be causing the change. Was this something that she'd eventually control, like her invisibility? A few minutes later she gently woke up, and then moved in a bit of a startled fit as she realized she had grown in her sleep. "Kurt! It happened again!" She sat up in bed, tearing her nightshirt in a few places and exposing her oversize frame.
"It most certainly did." Oops, I think I was looking at her breasts again when I said that. She pulled the tear closed while making a humorous but scolding sound. She hopped up and rustled through my closet until she found a sweatshirt and sweatpants of mine to slip on. She looked to be about 6'5" tall, decidedly shorter than she had been last night.
Sitting down for some coffee and breakfast, she was ignoring me as she talked herself through what might be happening. I had an agenda for the day, so after a quick shower I got ready for work. "Kurt. I think I'm going to stay here today. I need to figure out what's going on and I can't very well show up in my classes looking like this." I nodded to her and slipped out the door.
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When I returned home many house later, the sky was orange from the sunset in progress. It didn't take long to see that Jess was still there and had grown considerably during the day. She looked to be at least as tall the night previous. My sweatpants looked like floods on her, and she had switched out the sweatshirt for a tshirt which she had torn the sleeves off and the neckline open. "Jessica, did you figure anything out?"
"No no no no no. It's not like the invisibility. I don't know what to do with it." Her voice was a bit stressed and she started pacing a little. "I spent the day trying to learn to control it, and yet nothing I think or do seems to have an effect. I'm getting worried again."
"Jess. You were back to normal yesterday, so there must be some pattern to it. We'll figure it out." My words of condolances didn't help her, and I could see her trouble. She couldn't very well continue her studies calling in sick every couple days. I was contemplating what to say when she made for the door and started disappearing while stripping out of the borrowed clothes.
"I've been in all day. I need to get out, and get home." I felt but didn't see her as she gave me a quick squeeze. "I'm not going to be any fun right now. Give me some time to figure this out."
* source of the growth
The next morning I was awakened by Jess coming in through my front door at some ungodly hour. It was still dark out. "Kurt, Kurt. I think I figured it out." In a few moments she was sitting on the edge of my bed her normal size. "I think it's the silver maganite. Where is my bag?" When we returned from our expedition, both of our travel bags had been in the trunk of my car. I brought them inside and cleaned them out when I made it home. Her bag was sitting in the corner of my room. "Kurt we brought the rocks back to our motel, and we had them in the train. That's why I was growing." She scanned the room and spotted her bag, moving to it as she continued the explanation. "We left them in the car, which is why I returned to normal size, but when I stayed over here I was near them again." She shuffled through the bag only realize that the rocks she had picked up were no longer there. "Ohh, where did they go?"
"Let me get this straight. Those silvery rocks by the lava are what caused you to get bigger?" She was again sitting on the edge of the bed, nodding and a little slaphappy, obviously not having slept much. "Okay. If that's the case, then you obviously can't take them home, or you'll grow and won't be able to leave the house. I smiled at her with a benevolently sinister look. "Maybe I should hold onto them."
"Ha. Ha. Ha. That's just like you. Before I know it I'll be bursting out all over again just so you can see me in shirts that are too tight." She obviously wanted the rocks, but her lightheartedness said she wasn't going to fuss about it. "Well, I havn't slept at all, so if you don't mind I'm going to crash. We can talk about this later." Before I knew it she had slipped under the covers clothes and all and was fast asleep.
When I woke up a few hours later, she was out dead cold. She had only been sleeping an hour or two so I shouldn't be surprised. I thought hard and then moved the rocks to paces that I was confident she wouldn't find them. When I checked on her just before leaving for my day she hadn't budged an inch. Now that we knew what was causing her growth, my day was punctuated by visual fantasy of seeing Jess towering over me with her expanded figure, especially her bustline.
* Settling in
When I arrived home around dinnertime, Jess was already cooking away in the kitchen. "Hey honey." It didn't take long to see that she had spent the day at my place, as she was getting pretty close to 7' tall now. She had kept her spring dress on, which was now becoming obscenely short on her. "I slept in really late, and then decided I'd be better off just staying in." She had strollled over and was bending down and puckering her lips in a cutsie fashion obviously meant to mock me. Her firm breasts were straining the fabric of her dress. I returned her kiss, and she strode back over to the stove. "Also I've decided. If you want to keep the rocks, you can. I trust you."
As Jess continued her faux susie homemaker routine, I put my things away, stealing looks around the apartment for signs she had been searching. It was hard to tell if she had, but I was quite sure she hadn't found them. "Besides honey, if you need them you can always go get more." As much as I wanted to be involved, I knew the realities. I set the table for dinner as we talked.
"Well, that may not be so easy. You see, silver maganite only rarely comes to the surface. That entire section we were talking on collapsed into a lavatube yesterday. They were very lucky nobody was hurt." She was placing the chicken and pasta dish into our plates as I brought out some water glasses. "Anyhow, I'm sure you'll keep them very safe." She was standing across the table from me when she pulled down on her dress to try to compensate for how it was looking more like a nightshirt. It just kept springing back into place. "I'm getting use to this quickly, except for my clothing issues."
"Aww honey. I think that's my favorite part." We both laughed a little and sat down to dinner. During dinner there was a brief return to normalcy as we talked about our days and I complemented her cooking. We both picked up the dishes and after cleaning up, Jess flipped through the netflix stack of movie options by the TV. She read off the plot of her movie pick and I can't say I even remember what it was called. I confirmed it was fine, all the while paying more attention to how scandalously high her dress had risen up.
She must have seen me eyeing her up and down when she turned away from the stack of movies. "What movie are we seeing hun?" She walked up to me, flapping the dvd back and forth in the air above my head. Had I been paying attention at all? I couldn't remember. "No, I guess you can't. Hun, maybe you better hand over those rocks so you can think about something other than sex." I playfully denied her request, still racking my brain for the name of the movie she had picked out. "Tell you what. If you can produce the name of the movie we're watching, you can have a bedtime wish. If not, it's my turn." This was our sexy game, and lately 'bedtime wish' had almost become synonymous with oral sex. There was no way I'd remember the name, but I looked up and figured if she let down her guard I could snatch it out of her hands.
"You're on hon," I said as I jumped up towards the DVD. Her reflexes were quick as she raised it higher and placed her other hand on my shoulder to keep me on the ground.
"Ohh, that's you're game now is it." I hugged against her, now more attempting to climb or wrestle her to the ground than reach the DVD still held firmly in her outstretched hand. Just as I grabbed hold of the prize arm to pull it down, she was able to switch it to her other hand, still above my head. She started walking away from me. I had a pretty firm hold at her waist as she continued, forcing me into a dragging set of steps as I failed to stop her motion. She reached up and pretty easily slipped the circle of the DVD around an exposed piece of a track light hanging from the apartment's 9' ceiling. "That should do it. Now, how about that movie title."
I realized I had been beaten. "Looks like you win Jess." I said it with a faux disappointment. We both liked pleasuring eachother, and never had a bedtime wish turned out bad for anyone. She took me by the hand, leading me to the bedroom, and sitting me on the edge of the bed.
Sitting down I felt even more towered over by her 7' frame. She knelt down between my legs, and bent over only slightly to engage in a sensous kiss. Her hands worked there way up my thighs. She moved her lips to my ears as she brought our her sultry bedroom voice, "you know Kurt. I'd be happy to turn over that wish for the stones." I brought my hand up to caress her breast but she pushed my wrist away before sitting back on her feet. "ah ah ah." She toyed with the neckline of her dress. "You want something hon? The wish can be yours." I contemplated for a moment. It was only a day later, there would be plenty of time to cave in later. I shook my head with determination, feigning disinterest in her sexy display. She rose from her feet and circled me. "Alrighty. But you know I will get what I want, eventually." She slipped her panties down from underneath what little of her dress was still covering her. "For now you'll just have to pleasure me in other ways." She had such an aire of satisfaction in her voice. I turned as she crawled up on the bed, laying back mostly upright and spreadeagle behind me. Her dress fabric had already ridden up to expose her clit, but she pulled it up further to create a visual indication. No sooner had I started to crawl up onto the bed and her palm was held out indicating I should stop. "Honey, you need to be naked." I chuckled and nodded, quickly pulling my clothes off, leaving them in a pile on the floor.
"As you wish my dear." I crawled up towards her, now naked, more engaged than aroused. I laid on my belly, and started with kisses on her inner thigh. My arms were collapsed underneath me, and I slid my palms up under her legs, using them as leverage to slowly inch myself further towards her sex. I felt a hand on my head and another on my shoulder as she mock-participated in guiding me towards her goal. I could see the fringes of fabric covering her tummy. I tried to get a look at her, but craning my neck back I couldn't make out much more than more dress fabric. I returned to my task and heard her soft moans and wimpers of enjoyment. Her hands were stroking my bear back as I worked my tongue around the pleasurable folds of her skin. As she neared climax, her hands move to my head. The sensation was more fingers wrapping around than through my hair as she guided, then pushed my face into her to increase the pressure on her clit. The last few moments as she let out the sounds of climax I felt more smashed against her as I simply held out my tongue firm against her. When she let me up, I sauntered off to the bathroom to wash up and brush my teeth.
When I came back she was already curled up in the bed in mock sleep. I crawled in with her and stroked her bare back, trying to start up my turn in our bedtime evening. "Looking for something honey?" She turned around, pulling my palm firm against her tummy. She traced my hand up, my fingers feeling the soft edge of her breast before the held firm. "I remember how you were looking at me in the train. I bet you want to want to run your hands all over me." We were both under the covers, and she was playing a little game holding my hand from reaching her breast. "You can have whatever you wish, if you just give up the stones." I drew my hand back immediately. I enjoyed having this power over her. I wasn't sure how long I could hold out, but certainly a little longer.
"Actually, I am pretty tired too honey." I laid back flat and curled up into my pillow.
"Alrighty. Maybe you'll feel different in the morning." Very long pause. "You can dream about me next to you." Another long pause. "Slowly growing bigger." Her finger traced down my arm under the covers. "I wonder how big I'll be in the morning." I was fighting the arousal as I calmed myself down and fell to sleep.