Mind over Matter
As Chef once said in an episode of South Park, "There's a time and a place for
everything. And it's called college." My rooommates and I took this advice to
heart. When I first chose to follow this philosophy, I thought the only thing
that would suffer would be my studies.
A little background- My name is Jake, and I was a physics major at Northwestern
University. My sophomore year, I moved into a house off campus with some friends
I met from the dorm. There were six of us all together, myself, Rob, Chuck,
Brad, Ann, and, last but not least, Chrissy. With four guys and two girls living
together in a house, you might think our parents would be upset about the coed
living situation. However, they were quite unconcnerned. Much to the dismay of
myself and all my fellow male housemates, our parents were right not to be
concerned. Both Ann and Chrissy were quite attractive, but, it seemed, they were
also quite uninterested in any of use, beyond the "really good friend" level.
But that's not to say we were complete angels, either. Much to the contrary, in
fact. As most of our friends either had small apartments or were still in the
dorms, we seemed to have been secretly elected to be the party house of our
group of chums. And we took that role up with a great zeal. Nearly every weekend
we had a party that lasted from Friday night until Sunday night, and they were
quite killer. Unfortunately, they were also quite expensive. We had all become
dependants of modern chemistry, and alcohol, pot, shrroms, coke, LSD, hell, on
weekends when cash was short, even kerosene, flowed freely.
It was one of those weekends when we were low on cash that it all started. It
was about 2:30am Saturday, and we had already run dry. The last drops of beer
were out of the keg by midnight, and the floor in front of our liquor cabinet
was littered with busted bottle of Bacardi and Everclear, the only remindrs of
our once proud liquor collection. By 1:30 all that was left in the bong was a
pitiful little resin ball, and at 2, there wasn't so much as a Camel Light left
among us.
So, at 2:30, we were vegging out in the living room, watching the Star Wars
Trilogy and trying to figure out if there was anything else to drink or smoke in
the house. Thats when Chrissy got up and left for the bathroom. She was in there
a good ten minutes, and when she came out, she had a huge grin on her face. I
seemed to have been the only one to even notice her absence, as everyone else
was glued to the tv. I, however, had kept my eye on her the whole night. The
fact is, I spent most of my time with my eyes on her. I didn't know what it was
about her. She wasn't all that spectacular. Long, dark, curly hair, and average
chest, and she was only five feet tall. She did have killer legs, but it was a
very rare occasion when you would see those, as most of the time, like tonight,
she wore jeans. I figured it was probably just the fact that I always get horny
when I'm high, and since whenever I was in the house, I was high, but, whatever
the reason, she always drove me crazy. I got up from the La-Z-Boy (not an easy
task with the chemicals floating around between my neurons), and walked over to
her.
"Looks like you found something. Want to share?" I asked.
"Sorry, but it's all gone," she giggled, and tossed me a medicine bottle, but as
she tossed it, she almost fell over. She put her hand on her forehead and said
"Oh damn. I think I need some fresh air." Then she walked out the back door into
the cool April night.
I picked up the bottle and looked at it. It was a regular prescription bottle,
brown plastic with a label from the school hospital's pharmacy, with the name of
some doctor that looked Russian and a name of the the medicine that made no
sense to me. (I'm a physics major, remember).
I sat there staring at the bottle for about fifteen minutes, not looking at it,
but looking through it, finally feeling the shrooms take hold. I had tripped to
Star Wars more times than I could count, so I ignored the rest of the room, and
tried to become one with the bottle. When I looked up, the room was empty. My
forehead tingling, it felt like a pond that someone had just thrown a pebble
into. My arm floated up by its own accord and brushed at it, and a post-it note
fell down. I picked it up, and stared while I waited for the letters on it to
finally come into focus. After much squinting, I finally figured out what it
said - "Jake. Dave came. He's got blow. Basement."
I dropped the bottle and started getting up from the kitchen floor where I had
been sitting crosslegged. My bones cracked and my knees felt like they were
rusted as I started towards the stairway to the basement. As I was walking,
however, Chrissy stumbled through the door. She fell flat on her face just
inside the doorway. I tried to help her up, but it was a struggle. She felt
heavier than I she looked like she should. I got her onto the La-Z-Boy, and as I
looked at her, I thought something looked... Different.
Shortly afterwards, she got to her feet again. I stared. She looked taller. Her
clothes seemed to be hugging her pretty tightly. I dind't think she was weraing
a crop top at the beginning of the night, but now her I could see her navel. And
as I looked down, I saw that her ankles and the bottoms of her calves were
vsible, as if her pants had ridden up, or maybe even gotten shorter. I got up to
give her a hand, And as I stood next to her, I noticed that I was looking hr in
the eyes. But that couldn't be possible. After all, I'm 6'1", and she was just
5' tall.
"Damn, I think I overdid it. I think I'm gonna hit the sack," she said.
"Chrissy, I must be tripping something wicked, cause I'd swear you look as if
you've grown about a foot taller," I said.
"Really?" she asked. The expression on her face was hard to explain, half
surprise, half a partially hidden smile. she walked out of the room and went to
her bedroom.
As I stood there, trying to figure out what could have caused such a strange
trip, I heard laughing coming up from the basement, And Rob screaming in a high
voice, trying his damndest to impersonate Beavis. I thought about going down for
some coke, but decided that, like Chrissy, I had probably had more than enough
for the evening, and headed back to my room.
As I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling and waiting to pass out, I heard
crashing coming from Chrissys room. Concerned, I went over and opened the door.
My mouth dropped as I saw what had to be the most amazing hallucination I had
every seen.
Part 2
It was easy to see what was causing the crashing in Chrissy's room.
"What the hell!" I said. Chrissy turned her head to look at me. She was at me
with one eye, however. The other half of her face was hidden behind her knee.
She was curled up into the foetal position. Normally, a short girl like Chrissy
would hardly take up any space when she's standing, and clsoe to none at all
when she was curled up like that. However, this was not a normal circumstance,
because Chrissy was taking up the whole room. Her bare foot was pressed against
the dress at one side, her shoulder and head bumping the ceiling, her elbow
pressing against the opposite wall. Splinters on the floor were all that were
left of the bed and chair that were the only other pieces of furniture in the
room, and the dresser that her foot was pressing against was about to go the
same way.
I just stood there, wondering if she noticed the enormous hard-on I had, and
wonering if I should even care. This was something I had fantasized about for
months. I had alway had fetish for giant women, and whenever I saw Chrissy,
especially in shorts showing off those amazing legs, that fantasy went into
overdrive. To amplify that matter, I had even convinced myself that Chrissy
shared my fetish. I could have been deluding myself, but whenever the Coors
commercial with the giants playing in the Rockies she always had to comment on
how much she liked the commercial, and whenever we went to rent videos, she
always spent a little extra time at the shelf in the sci-fi area that had Attack
of the 50 foot Woman and Village of the Giants on it. I had always wondered if I
should approach her about the subject, and, if so, how.
Well, none of that mattered now, because there she was, in all of her at least
thirty feet of glory. I had no idea what to do, so I just sut the door and went
to my room, where I immediately passed out.
I woke up Saturday at about three the following afternoon in a puddle of my own
vomit. "What a fucking party." I mumbled through lips that were dry and stuck
together. As I walked to the kitchen, tripping over bottles and bodies that were
still passed out, a few fuzzy memories of the previous night snuck their way
into my head. I made a pot of coffee, figuring my roommates should be waking up
any time soon, and they would have hangovers at least as bad as mine. I went for
some aspirin but before I mad it to the bathroom I remembered that we had taken
it all the preious night. That was when I remembered Chrissy's medicine bottle,
which quickly led to what I saw in her room. "Holy shit." I said, my throst
cracking as I finally found my voice. I dropped the mug onto the kitchen floor,
where the coffee mingled with spilled beer and the mug shattered,although even
the shards of ceramic didn't look out of place with all the litter on the floor
from the night before.
Just then, Chrissy walked into the room. Looking normal sized, wearing boxers
and a T-shirt. I stared at her, and she must have noticed, because she started
to blush. Then I relaized that when I saw her the other night, or at least
thought I saw her, she had completely outgrown her clothes, and was completely
naked. At that thought, I could feel my cheeks get a little hot, too. She went
to the fridge and got out some eggs. Even though we weren't looking at each
other, I still felt awkward, so I went to the lving room. As I walked past her
room, I peeked inside her door. Whatever really happene the last night, it must
have been rough, because all the furniture was trashed, and there were several
holes in the plaster of the wall. I could feel my cheeks start to glow again,
and continued into the living room and turned on the tv to try and break the
silence. I had just settled odwn in the chair to watch the Frugal Gourmet on PBS
when I remembered that I never did get my cup of coffee. I went back into the
kitchen, wondering what would happen if Chrissy was still there. Sure enough,
she was. So were Chuc and Ann, so I figured I was in safe territory. I grabbed a
new mug of coffee.
"Damn, woman! Somebody's hungry!" Ann said. I looked over to the tabl and saw
Chrissy sitting there, surrounded by food. She had a plate covered in a mound of
scrambled eggs, a mxiing bowl filled with Cheerios, at least a dozen slices of
taost, and an empty saucepan that had a little goo aroun the edge that could
only have been cooked outmeal. I watched as Chrissy devoured the eggs. in what
seemed to be a matter of seconds, the plate was clean. she had just started to
movw on to the toast when Brad walked in, a case of Leinenkugels under one arm
and two boxes of donuts under the other.
"Breakfast of champions!" he announced, then went on to explain "cover fo last
night wasn't bad. Enough to get house beers for the rest of the weekend, at
least, and maybe a couple lids, too. And Dave said last night that he could hook
us up-"
He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence, however, as Chrissy tackled him,
ripping a box of donuts from his arm. I looked back at the table, but there was
no trace of the feast she had been munching on a minute before.
"Somebody's got the munchies this morning," Ann joked. "Were you holding out on
us last night?"
Chuck walked over to Chrissy and patted her shoulder. A wave of extreme hatred
ran through me as he leaned next to her and said "Where's a cute little girl
like you put it all?"
Chrissy answered, "Well, I gotta keep fed. I'm a growing girl, after all."
I grabbed a beer out of the case Brad had carried in and took my coffee back
into the living room. Whatever happened last night, there was definately
something strange about Chrissy, and it was making me hornier than Larry Flint
at a mud wrestling championship.
I had sat through the Frugal Gourmet when Rob walked into the lving room from
the kitchen. From the look and smell of him, I guessed that he had just woken
up. He was carrying the remains of the case of Leinies that Brad had brought and
tossed me one.
"Thanks." I said, secretly glad that I wouldn't have to go back into the kitchen
to get another beer and see Chrissy again.
"No problem," he said, opening his own beer and taking a swig. "Man, you seen
Chrissy? she's eating up a storm. I swear, she must have emptiied half the damn
fridge."
"So what if she's a little hungry?" I snapped back.
"Sorry, man. We gotta get our hands on some more pot so you can chill," he said.
We watched the New Yankee Workshop and This Old House. We were out of beer and I
was about to get up to go to the kitchen for another coffee when Chrissy walked
in.
"Jake, we have to talk," she said, and went out the front door. I followed her
outside. She looked around, and when she was sure no one else was around, she
beckoned me closer. I walked up nect to her and she whispered in mye ear. I
didn't notice what she was saying at first, as I was too distracted by the fact
that I didn't have to lean down to hear her whispering.
Part 3
Chrissy noticed that I wasn't paying attention to what she was saying and
slapped me right in the face.
"Sorry," I said. "I must have been a little distracted."
"It's understandable," she replied. "Now pay attention. This is important. I
need to know what happened last night."
I told her about what had happened at the party the previous night, although I
ended my recount where she went back to her room. I felt unsure of whether or
not I should tell her whatI thought I saw in her bedroom later on.
"That's all?" Chrissy asked. "I.. I know this may sound crazy, but, well, I
thought that. I thought that you were in my room later on... And... I.. damn, it
must have been one hell of a party, because I thought that I was growing. I
could swear I remember you walking in on me, and I was, like thirty feet tall or
something. It was one hell of a hallucination, that's for fucking sure."
After she told me that she thought it happened too, I felt less awkward about
telling her that part of the story, so I told her what I saw.
"You don't suppose it was real, do you?" she asked.
"Well, I just don't see how it's possible. That much mass has to come from
somewhere, and besides, you're not a giant now, are you?" was all that I could
say, although, deep down in my heart, I was hoping I was wrong.
"I guess you'r right. Weird that we'd have the same hallucination, though. Have
you ever had that happen to you before?"
"No, but I've heard of mass hallucinations before." I replied. "Mayeb we had
been talking about something that made us both have the same trip." I started to
wonder if I had told her about my fetish the other night. I couldn't remember
doing any such thing, but then again, I killed a lot of brain cells that night.
I had even started to convince myself that even her current height was nothing
but a hallucination from the chemicals still invading my body.
"Yeah... But.. I'm not exactly normal right now. Don't tell me you didn't
notice. When I woke up this morning, none of my clothes seemed to fit properly.
And It feels like I've grown even more since then." She said. Her face betrayed
no expressions. I had always thought that of all the people in the house, we
were closer to each other than anyone else. I prided myself on having what I
thought of as a a deep understanding of Chrissy. But at this point, not even a
hint of her thoughts was being conveyed through those beautiful green eyes of
hers.
"I thought it was just aother halucination. But yeah, you do look like you're
about six feet tall.. What the hell happened?"
"I'm not sure," Chrissy responded. "But I need your help. I haven't got anything
to wear, and I'm going to need to go get some new clothes. I feel kind of weird
asking you this, but I was wondering if I could borrow som clothes. I think
we're about the same size now."
I led her back to my room, and let her have the run of my closet. She pulled on
a pair of jeans over her boxers. They were a little loose at the waist so she
borrowed a belt. "Maybe I'll grow into them." she joked. I looked down and saw
that while they may be too big at the waist, thy were none to long, in fact a
good six inches of her ankle was showing. Then she took of her tee shirt and
went rummaging in my closet again.
My jaw dropped at what I saw. As I said befor, I had always been fantasizing
about Chrissy growing into giantess, and I had even taken the obsession to the
point of doing math about it. (I'm a physics major, remember. I know it's sad,
but math occupies a good portion of my mind all the time). Living together,
sharing a washing machine, you find out stuff about people. I, for instance,
found out that Chrissy had a 32B chest. Not that impressive, I know. But I had
often wondered, what if she were six feet tall, and in perfect proportion. Ad an
extra 1/5th onto her bust measurement, and you come up with a 38 inch chest, and
that's exactly what she ad. She was still trying to keep up some modesty by
wearing one of her old bras, but it was no where near sufficient to contain her
present girth. It was pulled so tight it was digging into her back, and looked
to be on the point of rupture. Her massive mammaries were bulging out of the
cups, beautiful pale pink orbs rising up and seeming to defy gravity. I tried
not to stare, but it was impossible. Luckily, her back was to me as she went
through my clothes, so she couldn't see the look on my fac or th bulge in my
pants. After a short while, she found a tee shirt that fit her a little better
than the one she had just discarded and a flannel. She took some time putting
them on, giving me a chance to try and fill my head with thoughts of baseball
instead of of her newly enhanced body. She turned around.
"How do I look?" she asked.
"Incredible" was all I could get out.
"Thanks," once again, the reply was accompanied by that strange expression on
her face. "Do you think you could give me a ride downtown to do some shopping?"
"Sure." I said. As we walked out ot my car (Only myself and Brad had cars at the
house ,so we always ended up giving everyone else rides. Normally, I would get a
little pissed at having to drive everyone around, but this time I considered it
the greatest priviledge I could possibly receive.), she stopped outside the
bathroom.
"Hang on a sec. I need to get something." she said, and she went into the
bathroom, shutting the door behind her. I could hear the squeaking of the rusty
medicine cabinet door opening and closing. She came out and we went to my car.
We drove to downtwon Evanston and I took her to the mall. We spent an hour and a
half going from store to store. She had to buy mostly men's clothing, although
there was a trip to Victoria's Secret. I waited outside, thinking that maybe she
wouldn't approve of me following her around as she bought her new lingerie. More
than once, I told her that I thought the clothing she was buying looked to big.
"Who knows if I'm done growing yet?" she would always reply. Our final stop was
at Eddy Bauer's, and she walked out of the fitting room wearing a new set of
clothes. Men's khakis that were dragging on the floor, a pair of loafers that
looked as if she would walk out of them, and a new flannel that she had to roll
the sleeves up on to let her hands show. She tossed me my clothes, paid for her
new outift, and we left the mall. One thing about her new outift. With
everything so baggy, she didn't look nearly as tall as she had before. I thought
I had figured out why she had bought most of her clothes a few sizes too large
now. Maybe our roommates wouldn't notice the change she had undergone. But that
was doubtful, and they certainly would notice her attitude, which also seemed to
be changing. We went back to the car. As I turned the igntion, I said "So back
to the house?"
"First I need to get a refill on my prescription. Be a dear and drive me to the
university hosptial." I shivered with fear and excitement as I remembered the
pill bottle she had emptied last night shortly before her growth spurt.
Part 4
We arrived at the hospital. I went over to her door and opened it for her, a
chivalrous gesture I found myself surprised to be performing. But she had waited
until I opened the door to get out. I watched as she got out, slowly. First one
leg dropped to the ground, then the other. Of course pants will ride up when
your sitting down, but the cuffs seemed a little higher on her legs than they
had before. As she stood up, I could swear that she was even taller than before.
She walked past me and, sure enough, my eyes were at about nose level, and the
tee shirt she was wearing under the flannel definately seemed to be hugging her
chest a little bit. We walked into the pharmacy entrance at the hospital, me
following a littl behind her, admiring her amazing body and wondering how much
taller she was going to get. Six inches? A foot? It shouldn't seem possible, but
I found myself beleiving it nonetheless. However, if my mind had ever ventured
into the real realm of the size she would attain, and I'm not certain it didn't,
I would have dismissed it as utterly preposterous.
Once we were inside, she walked up to the desk and pulled out a medicine bottle,
and set it on the desk. I could hear pills rattling in it as she set it down,
and realized that whatever she took last night, she had been lying when she said
she was all out.
"I need a refill" she told the pharmacist at the counter. The pharmacist took
the bottle and started typing on her computer.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but you're not due for another refill for two months. Have
you been taking one pill a day?"
"Well, it didn't seem to be working, so I upped the dosage," Chrissy purred.
"Ma'am, it says here you are taking this as part of a study by the University.
I'm afraid if you don't follow the dosage instructions properly, you'll
invalidate the study." the pharmacist snapped.
This did not make Chrissy happy. She grabbed the bottl off the counter. "Look,
lasy, I already know this shit works. The study is done, so givwe me the fucking
pills!" she shouted at the woman behind the counter. The small group of people
who were waiting for their own prescriptions to be filled looked up from their
three year old copies of Newsweek the waiting room had provided. The shouting
had gotten their attention, but what Chrissy did next kept their eyes glued to
her. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a hip flask. As she opened the
cork, the smell of Jim Beam wafted towards my nose. Then she opened the medicine
bottle, threw her head back, and poured it's entire contents into her mouth,
followed by a hefty swig of whiskey to wash it down. I had often heard that you
shouldn't take alcohol along with any other medication becuase it might enhance
the side effects. Hell, that was something that I usually counted on to get me
through Sundays. But i had never seen it act that fast.
A moan escaped from Chrissy as the pills slid down into her belly. Within
seconds, I became aware of the fact that she was growing. her head started to
inch up higher and higher. Her brand new jeans had ridden so high up that her
luscious calves were showing beneath the hems, and as I looked further down, the
loafers that had previously seemd to be far too big for her were forming red
lines on her sockless feet where the leather was starting to bite into her
flesh. Her untucked flannel rose higher on her back, and before long I could see
the smooth pink flesh of her back between her shirt and her trousers. a sound
like a hand being rubbed over stretched wet rubber caught my ear, and I looked
down to see that here trousers had stopped riding up, the cuff being caught on
the bulge of her calf and unable to go any higher. The denim over her calf was
starting to become shiny, and soon burst open, exposing all of her glorius lower
leg. Another ripping sound made me look up to see that the sleeves had been torn
off her shirt at the shoulders.
I was shocked, and there was only one thing I could say. "Damn, Chrissy. You
keep this up, you ain't gonna be wearing a stitch!"
She turned around to face me, but as she did, her head butted against the
ceiling. A small shower of plaster cam down as she finished turning her head
towards me. The sight was amazing. Her new pants had been reduced to tight
cutoff shorts, and the flannel was a ragged vest hanging off her shoulders. The
white tee shirt she wore was stretched skin tight across her torso, the bottom
of it ragged and just barely below her massive (hell, *everything* on her was
massive now) breasts. She smiled at me and turned back towards the pharamacist,
shoving a bare arm across the counter and picking the woman up by the neck of
her shirt. At first I thought she had stopped growing, as her clothes seemed to
have stopped tearing. Another shower of plaster from the ceiling proved me
wrong, however. It seemed her clothing had started growing along with her now.
"Give... me.. the fucking PILLS!!!!" Chrissy shouted at the pharmacist.
"I can't." she choke out.
"FINE! I'll get the myself." and with that, Chrissy dropped the pharmacist.
kneeling now, she crawled across the floor to the double doors beside the
counter that led to the mixing room. I watched her go through the doors, her
body so wide it pressed against the wall on either side of the door, cracking
the drywall and widening the opening. My eyes, as well as those of everyone else
in the room, were fixed to her retreating backside, her incredibly gorgeous ass
in those incredibly tight shorts, those amazing legs that, as you may have
noticed, I can't stop talking about, and her feet which had long since reduced
her loafers to something that looked like it had been a dogs favorite toy for a
half dozen years.
I couldn't see what happened in that room, being too afraid that I might be
trapped in their by her repidly expanding body to follow. But I herad a lot of
screams and shouting, signifying that the room was not unoccupied. The screaming
stopped, and at first I feared the worst, wondering if Chrissy really could have
killed the people in there. But then out came two men in lab coats, running to
beat the devil. Without hesitation they ran straight from the doors they had
just exited out the door of the pharmacy and into the parking lot. Up until now,
all of my companions in the waiting room had been shocked to the point of
immobility, but at this point the spell was broken, and they, too, all fled out
the door in terror. As I stood alone in the room, wondering if I shoudl follow
their lead or stay behind to see if Chrissy needed help, I heard her voice from
the mixing room.
"Jake. I think I' mgonna need a hand here." she said.
Meekly, I crept through the door and into the room. Shelves and racks were
twisted and bent into shapes that looked more like they bleonged int the
univrsity's art museum than in the hospital. Borken glass littered the floor,
mingling with pills of all shapes, sizes, and colors, and puddles of fluid that
reeked of ether. I thought I might have been getting a contact buzz from all the
chemicals, because as I looked further in the room, I saw Chrissy, her clothes
still ragged, but her body back down to a more managable size. She was next to a
cardboard box filled with egg shaped white pills that looked liek the ones she
had taken just two minutes earlier. I walked closer and realized my eyes weren't
decieving me, Chrissy had once again returned to a height which seemed
physically possible for a human being to achieve. She stood up and carried the
box over to me, and I noticed that, no, she still hadn't shrunk quite down to
her original height, being now about 6'3" She handed me the box, which was about
the size of a shoebox, and walked over to where she had been and grabbed
another.
"Come on, let's get home." she said.
Part 5
We drove back to the house in silence, my eyes constantly flicking between the
road and Chrissy. She simply stared out the window, distracted. When we pulled
into the house, she got out of the car wordlessly and began walking towards the
house, a box of the pills she stole under each arm. She still hadn't changed out
of the clothes she had been wearing at the hospital, and I wondered what my
roommates would say when they saw her.
Before she got to the front door, I decided it was time to find out exactly what
was going on. I ran up to her and placed my arm on her shoulder.
"Hang on a-" I started, but before I could finish my sentencve she whirled
around and shoved me roughly to the ground.
"Don't EVER fucking touch me again, asshole." Chrissy said.
"What the hell is wrong with you?," I asked. I was rubbing the back of my head
where it had struck the ground. "Are you going to tell me what the hell happened
back there?"
The anger drifted out of her face like a fog burning off in the morning sun.
"Sorry Jake. But you can understand, I've ben through a lot. I just don't feel
like talking."
"Well, sorry," I said, standing." But I've been through a hell of a lot today,
too, and most of it was your fault. I think you owe me an explanation."
Once again her visage was stained with anger. "I don't owe anybody a damn thing.
God I need a drink."
"Sounds like you need a couple J's. I can see why you might be pissed, but you
got to just chill until we can figure out how to get you back to normal."
"You think I want to be back to normal?" Chrissy snapped. "Look at me! I'm
fucking huge! And I can tell from looking at you that you think that this new
size looks good on me, too. But look at what happened at last night, and at the
hospital. You know damn well they weren't just ahllucinations. I was a god damn
giant! Those people were scared as hell and running for their lives. I could
have done anything I wanted. Do you know how it felt when I went though that
door? The walls were crumbling around me! It was like they were made of fucking
paper! I could have torn the damn hospital down from the inside out if I'd kept
growing! Do you know what it's like to have that kind of strength, that kind of
fucking power? Hell no. And you sure as fuck don't know how it feels to have all
that power for just a few seconds and then be forced to put up with this?" she
gestured down her body with her hands, then threw the door of the house open and
stomped inside.
"Oh my God," I muttered to myself. "She doesn't want to be back to normal. she
wants to be bigger." I looked up at the sky, imagining myself staring up at her
humungous body towering over me. The sky had taken on a deep purple-green hue,
the tone that procedes eveing thunderstorms. I went inside.
Chrissy was nowhere to be seen. Having nothing better to do, I walked into the
kitchen. Rob, Chuck, Brad and Ann were all sitting around the hooka at the table
taking hits.
"You want to join the circle?" Rob asked.
"Why the hell not," I said as I went to the fridge nd grabbed a beer. "We gotta
get some more fucking bourbon. There gonna be another party tonight? " I asked
as I sat down at an open place at the table.
"No. Our guy's out of town till tomorrow afternoon. But I got a check from the
folks in the mail today. They said to go out and have a good time, so I think
that's exactly what we'll do Tomorrow." Chuck answered.
"Great," I said. "That'll give us a chance to scrape the puke off the walls from
last night."
We all took a hit, then, Brad, choking on the smoke as he exhaled said, "Damn.
Got the munchies already." He got up fro mthe table and walked over to the
fridge. "It's almost fucking empty!" He said. "Chrissy sure hit it hard this
morning." He walked back to the table with a bowl of Jello.
"Any Everclear in that?" asked Rob.
"Only one way to find out." said Brad. He took a spoonful and tasted it. "Nope,
it's dry."
"Damn." said Rob. We sat there for a while, eating Jello and taking hits. after
we went through two more bowls in the bong, we set it aside and started playing
poker.
His face hidden behind his cards, Rob asked me. "Jake, man, you've been down
ever since you and Chrissy got back. You two have a fight?"
"Something like that," I said. "Have you guys seen her?"
"You've been here as long as we have, pothead." Ann chuckled. "I think she's
been in her room all night."
So they hadn't seen her yet, I thought. I wondered wha they're reaction would be
when they finally did. Sure enough, I didn't have to wait long to finds out. A
few hands later, the sound of rattling in the fridge and Chrissy's shout of
"Damn, isn't there any fucking food in this house?" made us all look up.
We all stared as she went over to the cupboard and started pullin gout cans of
Campbells soup. She still hadn't changed out of the clothes that were decimated
during her growth spurt earlier that day, and she sure as hell hadn't shrunk any
more, either.
Brad, Rob, Chuck and myself all sat there wordlessly oggling her incredible
form. Ann, being a heterosexual female and thus not being crippled by the same
effect that Chrissy's appearance was having on the males of the house, was the
first to speak.
"Damn woman. You weren't kidding when you said you were a growing girl this
morning."
Chrissy had taken a can opener to the soup and was swallowing it straight out of
the can. After she emptied the can of Creamy Chicken and Rice, she looked over
at us, with a wicked smile on her face. "I guess milk really does a body good."
Chuck said "I must be tripping, because you loo fucking huge!" I followed his
gaze towards her chest. I hadn't really paid much attention to specific parts of
her body, but I suddenyl discovered that it appeared her growth had not been
perfectly proportional, as her massive jugs were definately both fuller and more
protruding than was the norm for her previous body.
Dan ascooped up another ten or so unopened cans of soup in her long arms and
carried them over to the table, setting them down in front of her as she took
the last empty chair.
Rob, being a premed student, was the first to notice the ridiulousness of the
situation. "This can't be happening. You can't fucking grow a foot and a half in
one day!. Besides, it is physically impossible for almost all 21 year old women
to experience another growth spurt. The bones have already fused and further
growth is just impossible."
Chrissy said, "Yeah, that's what the doctors told me, too. Shows what they
know."
"Chrissy," I croaked. "What were those pills?"
Part 6
Chrissy laughed. "Why, those pills were the greatest thing that ever happened to
me, that's what."
"That's not what I meant, and you know it," I said.
Sighing like a teacher with a student who just can't quite grasp the concept of
long division, she said. "You know money's been a bit tight for me. I saw an ad
in the paper for a medical study that was offereing to pay volunteers, so I
signed up. They were looking for girls under five and a half feet tall between
the ages of 18 and 25 to test a new pill that was supposed to encourage post-
pubescent growth. I never was exactly thrilled about my height, so I signed up.
As Rob just said, the doctor explained to me that it was probably impossible to
grow after my bones had fused, but he thought this new medication would trigger
the bones to start growing again. Looks like he was right."
"So you mean this is happening to everyone in the study?" asked Chuck.
"Don't know. I have no idea how many people were in the study. But I can
guarantee this. Those other girls won't be growing any more. Jake and I stole
the rest of the pills."
At that point, everyon looked at me. I felt as if I had to say something, but
the only thing I could think of was, "It's just fucking impossible."
Chrissy shrugged and opened another can of soup and chugged it down. Impossible
or not, with each can of soup she swallowed we could see her body getting larger
and larger. Not nearly as rapid as it had at the hospital, but you could
definately notice her head slowly creeping upward, her chest jutting outward
until her breasts were pressed against the edge of the table, the soft flesh of
them slightly bowing inward as the table edge tried to halt their movement
outward from her body.
"I got to get to bed." Chrissy said and rose from the table. She had to be 6'9"
as she stood to her full height and headed towards her room. I looked at my
watch through bloodshot eyes, and was amazed at what I saw.
"Damn. It's almost 1. Think I'm gonna hit the sack."
A murmur of consent went through the rest of my roommates, and we all headed to
our beds. At first I thought sleep would be impossible, but I was stoned and I
nodded off withing minutes of hittin gmy mattress.
Sunday morning passed without incident, probably because Chrissy never left her
room. At about 7 that night, Dave showed up with our purchases, and by 9 the
house was once again packed with people who had every chemical known to man
coursing through their brains. No one had mentioned that events of the previous
night, and I had once again convinced myself that the rest of the weekend was
just one long wicked trip. Then, at 10, Chrissy made her grand appearance.
She walked into the living room, and every male eye spun towards her. To my
relief, she hadn't grown any since I last saw her, and she had changed into some
new clothes that, while they were in no way baggy, at least fit her well enough
to disguise the true extent of her height. But there was still no possible way
to think she was thew dainty little five foot girl she had been just 48 hours
ago.
As she walked, her jeans hugged tightly to her knees, calves, and thighs every
time her legs bent, and her enormous chest bounced up and down in her tee shirt
in a way they never had before. I found myself looking to see if I could spot
her nipples through the tightly stretched cotton, but discovered that she was in
fact still wearing a bra, it was just the shear size of her breasts that allowed
them to jiggle as if unbound.
The attention of all the men in the room did not escape Chrissy's notice and she
circulated through the room, thriving on the slack jawed stares she was
receiving from every male around her. After several minutes, she chose someone I
had never seen before, and, pulling him behind her by clutching onto his shirt,
she took him to her room.
Jealousy got the better of me, and I found myself leaving the party and standing
in the hallway in front of her room. The sweet scent of burning cannabis drifted
from under the door, and soon I heard a man's voice screaming, followed shortly
by the screams of Chrissy, which sounded, as best as I could tell, like she was
in the throes of orgasm. Dejected, I was about to leave when the door opened and
the guy she had brought in came running out. He bumped into me and knocked me
over. The only words he was able to utter were "What the FUCK?!" as he got to
his feet and ran out the house. I peered through the room, by now thinking I
would be used to what I would see, but, once again, I saw speechless. Chrissy
was still wearing her clothes, or at least what was left of them after her
growth spurt had rendered them into rags. I had a little joy in knowing that
they had not actually done it, but that soon evaporated as I did some quick
mental calculations and realized she was nearly seven and a half feet tall, and
still growing. She was eating a candy bar that looked ridiculously small in her
enormous hands as she turned to me and said, "I could get used to this." I
slammed the door and went back into the living room. Chrissy came out after me,
ducking as her head, which was now eight feet above the floor, brushed against
the ceiling. I did my best to keep my dignity and did not run, and Chrissy
seemed to be in no hurry either. As I reached the living room, I wondered what
she would do if she cauvght me, but, in a few short strides, she was at the
couch and seated, looking around her nonchalantly.
The stares she recieved this time were not just those of horny men, but the red
eyed stares of people who's bodies had just been infiltrated by a mind-altering
substance. I looked at the coffee table and saw a clear glass jar half filled
with clear liquid and an eye dropper. One by one, people shrugged and turned
away from her, dismissing what they saw as an artifcat of their trips.
The springs creaked and groaned as Chrissy tried to lay on the couch, but her
body was far to long to fit it comfortably, so she retired to the floor instead
and sprawled on the ground. Her beautiful green eyes slowly shut, and a
contented smile came ot her lips as she drifted off to slumberland. She stayed
there the rest of the evening, and, at 2, when people started to drift out of
the house to try and get some sleep before their morning classes Monday, no one
payed her any attention. After the house was empty, Ann, Rob, Chuck, Brad and I
gathered around her sleeping form.
"Jesus. What are we going to do about her?" Rob said, kicking Chrissy in the
rib.
"I'd advise against that," I said.
"This can't be real," Ann said, shrugging. Once again, we all went back to our
rooms to sleep, trying to pretend that there wasn't an eight foot amazon laying
on the floor in our living room.
Monday morning, I skipped class. Chrissy was up and about, and it looked like
she was going to stay at eight feet for quite a while. I went into the bathroom
to get ready to leave.
After I was out of the bedroom, I headed for the door. Chrissy Stood, hunched
over, between me and it.
"Where doyou think you're going?" she asked.
"Just because you can't go out in public doesn't mean I have to stay here," I
said.
"You'll do what I tell you to do." Chrissy said, and she stomped her left foot
on the floor.
"Then tel me to leave, because I'm going to anyways. You may be huge, and you
may be a hell of a lot stronger than I am, but you ain't the boss of me," I
said.
"Fine. Go have fun with your little friends. But bring me back some beer."
After Chrissy moved out of the way of the door, I walked out. I got in my car
and drove to campus. But instead of heading to class, I walkd to a pay phone.
Pulling the medicine bottle out of my pocket thatI had taken from the medicine
cabinet, I picked up the phone.
"Hello. Campus operator? Can you put me through to the office of Dr. Karinsky?"
I said into the mouthpiece.
Part 7
I rapped my fingers on the phone impatiently as I waited to be transferred to
Dr. Karinsky's office. The phone finally started to ring on the other end, and
after two rings I was rewarded with a thickly accented voice.
"Good day. This is Dr. Karinsky. Of what service may I be of to you?" the voice
on the other end said.
"Hello Dr. I have a question about your research project."
"I have fear that I can not details of that give out," the doctor replied.
"Listen, doctor. There's something seriously wrong with one of your patients."
"I said before, such matters I cannot discuss with you."
"Fuck you, Doc!" I shouted. "I don't think you realize the implications of your
little project."
"Young man," said the doctor, "Vulgarity is not needed. If you are a student of
mine, I peomise you I will find out who you are, and you wil not pass. Phone
calls which are joking are not happily thought of by the University."
"This is no fucking joke! Something has gone wrong with one of your pateints!"
"And whom would this be?"
"Her name is Chrissy Nelson." I had difficulty staying calm.
There was a pause as I heard him typing on a keyboard in his office.
"The problem would be described how?" asked the doctor.
"I'll tell you how! She's a fucking giant! She's eight goddamn feet tall!" I
shouted into the reciever.
"Young man, you are not by any chance on any medication yourself are you which
makes you have hallucinations as a side effect perhaps?" The doctor asked
patronizingly.
"Listen. I may have tripped a few times this weekend, but I know what I saw.
She's a goddamn giant!"
"This is not possible, i will assure you. Such things cannot physically happen.
Perhaps you should wiat until you are sober to call me. I have no time for such
trivial discussions."
"I know it's fucking impossible, but it happened! What the hell did you do to
her?" I was screaming and drawing a crowd now, but the voice on the other end
remained calm.
"It is not allowed for me to be gving you information on pateints, but if it
will calm you I feel I must. Your Chrissy friend is under no effects from my
medication. She is in fact part of the control group on a placebo. Any side
effects at all she feels wil be purely psychosomatic, so please do not bother me
with complaints about her condition again."
I dropped the receiver and walked numbly back to my car. Could this be true? A
sugar pill did this to one of my best friends? Somehow, it almost seemed to make
more sense. A medicine couldn't possibly have this effect on a human body, but
the mind? Who knows what power the mind has. And Chrissy did definately seem to
want to be taller. Did the belief that she was ona pill that would make her
taller really have the power to do this to her? And what would happen when she
found out that she wasn't even on the growth pill? It started to make more sense
to me. If she might have grown to such enormous heights at first after taking
the pills, and then even her subconcious relaized such growth was impossible, so
she shurnk back down to heights which, while she still should have been
physically unable to attain, were nonetheless ralistic enough for her mind to
find them possible and allow her to stay there. It even explained why her
clothes started to grow along with the rest of her body at the pharmacy when I
pointed out she was about to become naked, as her subconcous brought out her
modesty and started making the clothes expand with her. But what would happen if
her delusion that the pills was causing her growth was shattered?
My mind suddenly was occupied by the image of her deflating back to her normal
size like a balloon as I told her the news. The past weekend, I had lived out a
fantasy I had never thought possible, but I made up my mind to go home
immediately and tell her.
As I drove to the house, another image filled my mind. I imagined that I would
pull up in the driveway, only to see the roof slowly crack and split, Chrissy's
head and shoulders slowly rising into the sky as she grew ever upward. It must
have been some dark part of my mind trying to fight off the actions I had chosen
to take, because the thought of an enormous Chrissy slowly emrging from our
house, growing until it was completely crushed beneath her inflating form made
me so horny that I lost the urgency I had previuosly felt to put a stop to
Chrissy's condition, even hoping that the sight that would great me when I
pulled into the driveway would match the one my imagination had created.
After I arrived, I waited in my car for a few minutes, watching the roof to see
if my newest fantsay would find its way into reality. After ten minutes, I left
my car, somewhat depressed. The reasonable part of my mind was screaming at me,
but my libido had completely taken control, and there was no way I was going to
tell Chrissy what I heard from her physician.
As I walked into the living room, Chrissy was nowhere to be seen. Ann, Rob,
Chuck and Brad were all seated neatly in a row on the couch, quietly watching
tv. At first I thought they were stoned, but then Chuck turned to greet me.
"Glad to see she let someone out of the house." he said.
"You mean you guys have been here all day?" I asked.
"Chrissy didn't want anyone to find out her little secret," Ann said. "She said
it was a new rule of the house that noone could leave, and she made it perfactly
clear that she was willing to enforce the rule."
"Yep," added Rob, "You don't argue with Chrissy, not now."
"How big is she?" I asked. "Where is she?"
"God. how big? I don't know. She's in the bathroom now, trying to take a shower.
No idea how she'd ever fit in there, though." Brad said. The sound of water I
had just noticed suddenly stopped.
"I'd sit down if I were you," said Ann. "And don't say a word. Chrissy's not
been in a good mood."
The couch being full, I sat down in the La-Z-Boy. I heard the bathroom door
open, and Chrissy walked into the room. I was somewhat releived to see she
hadn't grown any more since I had left. Water glistened on her massive form. and
dripped out of the dark brown curls of her hair that nag limply down her
shoulderblades. She hadn't dressed, but was instead wrapped in several white
towels Brad had stolen from the hotel during his spring break trip to Cancun. It
took a total of four towels to keep her halfway decent. Two towels were over her
bosum, a knot tied between the two resting right in her cleavage, and they were
tied again in the back. The other two towels were wrapped around her waist. All
in all, it had to be the sexiest bikini I had ever seen, although I'm certain
the woman wearing it had a lot to do with that. She walked slowly through the
room, obviously putting on a show for the men in front of her, and it did the
trick perfectly. I focused on a single water drop and followed as it emerged
from under her makeshift miniskirt and traveled slowly down her perfect thigh,
puasing as it came into contact with another drop on her knee and then sped down
her gorgeously curved calf, slid down her andkle and off the heel of her bare
foot into the carpet.
"Glad to see you'r back, Jake," she cooed. She walked teasingly back to her
room, giving me a great view of her incredible back, and once again those
amazing calves.
"This house is starting to feel a little cramped. I want to go out on the town
tonight. Will you drive me?" she asked.
I nodded, my eyes trying to stay focused on her body as the rest of my head
bobbed up and down. Inside, a little voice was screaming at me to tell her, but
I had no resolve left.
The mock sweetness in her voice disappeared as she glared back into the room as
she left and said, "Don't anybody go anywhere. It would make me very angry."
Part 8
We all sat in silence, watching tv and waiting for Chrissy to return. Over three
hours passed as we waited for her to return from her room. When she finally did
walk balk into the room, she was once again fully clothed, or as close as you
could get. She had on another pair of khakis, although even the largest size she
had bought was a poor fit, clinging tightly to her legs and stopping halfway
down her calves like a pair of capri pants. Another white tee shirt adorned her
incredible chest, although it was pulled tight and left her abdomen bare. She
was also once again wearing another flannel, although this time the sleeves
stopped a couple inches below her elbows and the botTom of the shirt itself was
an inch above the waist of her trousers. On her feet were sandals, although I
couldn't figure out where she had found any that would fit.
"You ready, Jake?" she asked.
"Ready as I'll ever be," I said.
I'm certain Chrissy could hear the fear in my voice. From the look on her face
you'd think she could actually taste it, and she found it delicous, savouring it
like the richest chocalte cake in the world. She winked at me and said, "I think
tonight's gonna be fun."
We walked out to my car. Chrissy layed on the grass next to my car while I tried
to adjust the passenger seat to go as far back as possible. When I was done, she
squeezed through the door and tried to sit down, but still had her knees held up
in front of her face. She let out a half growl, half grmble, and got out of the
car. As she stood up beside it, the roof of my Volvo was just about even with
her crotch. She leaned down and, with a grunt, grabbed a hold of the seat. Metal
squeaked and groaned as she started to tug. High pitched twangs signified the
heads of the bolts that had been holding the chair in place snapping off, and
suddenly she was standing again, and the front seat was sitting on the lawn. She
crawled back in and sat herself in th backseat, looking much more comfortable
with the added leg room, although she still had to bend over because her head
was hitting the roof.
I got in the drivers side and buckled myself in. As I started the car, I looked
over to her. "Where to?" I asked.
"Let's try Stub's," she said. "They usually have a decent DJ, and the dance
floor has a nice high ceiling."
"Well, most bars have high ceilings here," I said. "Why not the Lounge? They've
got Guinness on tap, and the roof will be plenty high enough for you to stand
up"
"I don't care what I drink. I want to dance." Chrissy said. Then, that same evil
smile that had een occupying her face so often these past few days reappeared
and she said, "Plus, they have an poen balcony to the second floor."
I tried to turn my response into a joke, but the laugh I let out betrayed my
nervousness. "You think you're gonna grow so big you need a three story high
ceiling?"
I looked back into the back seat. Her pants were so tight that even the pockets
were pulled so tightly that you could see the outlines of what was in them. And
I could clearly make out the outline of what appeared to be two medicine bottles
like the ones that had started this mess. My sTomach fell as she smiled and
said, "You never know. It's happened before."
When we arrived in downtown Evanston, I drove around looking for a parking place
as close as possible to the bar. For some reason, I had foolishly decided to try
and have as short a walk as possible to limit how much Chrissy was seen out on
the street. Foolish, of course, because even if she wasn't seen outside, there
was no way noone would notice an eight foot tall amazon in a crowded bar.
The walk was short, and, being a Monday night, the streets near the bar were
relatively empty, so we managed to get to Stub's without incident. Music and
smoke drifted out of the door into the cool air, and I walked through, followed
by Chrissy.
As my eyes adjusted to the smoky darkness of the bar, I turned to look in back
of me. Chrissy was bent over to get through the door, and her shoulders bumped
the side. I stared once again at the beautiful giantess and started to fantasize
about her starting grow while she was stuck in the doorway, until it started to
crack and bend around her until a voice brought me back to reality.
"Hey, buddy," the bouncer said. "I need to see some ID."
I fumbled for my wallet and gradually produced the requested drivers license. I
offered it to him and noticed that his stool was set off to the side of the
entrance, allowing him to see only people after they had entered but not thse
who were coming through the door. So he hadn't seen Chrissy yet, I thought. I
wondered what would happen when he asked for her ID and the licence listed her
height as 5'0".
"FIve bucks cover," he said as he handed my ID back to me. I replaced it in my
wallet and pulled out five singles. Chrissy had still not come through, but I
heard someone on the street screaming. I tried to make conversation.
"Good band tonight?" I asked.
"We ain't never had live music, asshole," the bouncer said. "Now move along,
there's more thirsty people behind you."
I walked all the way into the bar and turned to see what his reaction to Chrissy
would be. After she was finally inside, she stood to her full eight foot height.
The bouncer looked up from his cashbox, but found he was staring right into a
gorgeous abdomen. I watched as his head tilted upward in slow motion, his eyes
following Chrissy's massive torso up, pausing on her breasts, then going up
again. When he was finally looking her in the face, he had difficulty talking.
"ID, please, ma'am," he struggled to say.
Chrissy scowled. "Do you really need to see my ID?" once again, the smile. "I'm
a big girl, you know."
The bouncer was taken aback. "Yes, y-y-you c-certainly are," he stuttered.
"I trust there's no cover," Chrissy said.
"Not for you," the boucner replied. Chrissy walked away, but the bouncer's head
continued to stare up into the space where her face had been. Chrissy walked
over to me.
"Let's dance," she said in a tone that was more of an order than a request.
I drained the mug I had bought and set it on the bar counter. "Gotta drain the
main vein first," I said.
"Don't stand me up. I don't like being stood up," Chrissy said.
"I'll meet you on the dance floor," I said.
I watched as Chrissy turned and walked into the next room where the dance floor
was. I could hear a multitude of laughter and voices coming from the other room.
No matter how dead the street was, a lot of people were going to be noticing
Chrissy in here. Jealousy started to creep up on me again at the thought of her
in that room with all those strangers staring at her, but i really did have to
piss. I went to the mens room to do my business. As I was drying my hands, I
said to myself "Don't want to keep Chrissy waiting." I was walking out the door
of the mens room when two guys who were obviously inebriated to the point of
physical impairment stumbled in laughing.
"Dude," one of the slapped me on the shoulder, "You gotta check out the chick on
the dance floor. It's fucking crazy!."
His friend added "I ain't never seen a chick so big!", holding his hands cupped
upward in front of his chest to indicate exactly what it was that he found so
big.
I left without saying a word as they began throwing up on the floor, wondering
what Chrissy was doing now.
Part 9
As I walked into the room with the dance floor, I was temporarily blinded. After
the dim lights of the bar area, the bright flashes and colored lights of the
dance floor made me momentarily thinking I was having a flashback.
As my eyes adjusted to the brightness, I looked around for Chrissy. It wasn't
hard. She was literally head and shoulders above the crowd that had gathered
around her.
As I walked towards her, I went past a booth where a couple of girls were
sitting talking. I caught a little of their conversation.
"Look at the little slut! I tell you, if Steve and Jason don't get back here
soon, I say we leave their sorry asses."
"She ain't exactly what I'd call a little slut," the other girl said. "You know
Jason's got an eye for girls, and especially tall girls. It's your own damn
fault for bringing him to the bar. He's gonna cheat, I tell you."
"Just as long as it ain't with that, that monster over there. I mean, she's
gotta have implants!"
"Implants may give you a chest, but honey, they don't make you tall like that."
I walked past them and into the throng that had gathered around Chrissy. There
had to be four dozen men surrounding her, drawn like moths to a flame. I edged
closer and closer to her until I finally reached the center of the circle of
bodies.
It reeked of smoke and Polo as I was shoved side to side by the swaying people,
all trying to do their own dance and catch the eye of the amazon, and none havig
room to do so. I noticed that, despite the fact that all these men obviously
wanted to be much closer to Chrissy, they maintained a five foot distance
between themselves and her gyrating body. Slowly, I crossed the invisible
boundary until I was standing in the center of the ci
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