The Process Forum - Four Types of Reactions (Mini-GTS/Slow/18+)

Chapter 5

Her lips were wet and velvety soft, and Zayne had the momentary impression that his whole body was being immersed in a bath of hot oil. He had hoped, had prayed that this moment would come to pass. Now that it was actually happening, he almost didn't know what to do. He touched her cheek hesitantly, as much to caress her as to reassure himself that she was really there, that this wasn't some wonderful dream. Bella mewed happily, and brushed the tips of her fingers along the length of his arm. He felt a trail of goosebumps spring up where she had been.

For some reason, Zayne found being this close to Bella to be oddly disorienting. It was as though he had a kind of mental picture of her within his mind, and now, thanks to her sudden growth, that picture was just slightly off. Her waist was a fraction of an inch wider than he expected, mouth a bit larger. It was a strange feeling, but overall he decided he liked it: the change added a level of wonderful surreality to the moment. There was, however, a small consequence – when Zayne moved to rest his hand on her shoulder, he ended up touching her someplace slightly lower, and much jigglier, than he had intended.

Bella seemed to be generally pleased by the accident.

She was kissing him harder now, more fiercely. Zayne responded by tracing a smooth line around the edges of her lips with his tongue. Bella moaned, then abruptly placed her hands on his hips, and with a slight push moved herself away from him.

“Wuah?” Zayne objected.

“I'm still REALLY cold from that shower,” she explained, a mischievous look in her eye. “Have you...ah...ever been camping?”

He blinked, a little surprised by the non-sequitur of a question. “A couple of times, when I was young,” he replied quickly, determined not to be out-maneuvered.

She folded her hands in front of her face, a gesture that was both endearingly innocent and frighteningly seductive. “Well, in survival situations, what you're supposed to do is....”

“Body heat,” he interrupted, catching on.

Bella raised her eyebrows, and then her face broke out in a grin. “Bright boy.”

“You know, you could've just said 'take your shirt off,'” he laughed, undressing.

“Sure, but where's the fun in that?” she growled. The moment Zayne had finished removing his clothes she bounded into his lap, wrapping her legs around his midsection. She did not, he noted, feel especially cold. All the same, he pulled the blanket tight around the two of them and hugged her body close against his, feeling the supple mounds of her naked breasts pressing against him. She nuzzled him softly, and once more planted her lips firmly on his. This time the kiss was slower, more serious.

The two of them slid to the floor, clutching desperately at each other. Zayne cracked his eyes open and found Bella staring back at him, her face adoring. Her eyes were unfocused and slightly glazed, almost as if she were intoxicated. Just like the first time he had looked into them, those eyes had him ensnared. Before, being unable to look away carried a tremendous burden of guilt. But now, being caught this way was the greatest ecstasy he could imagine.

Her body was writhing against him, her movements growing more and more frantic. Bella's hands were working their way past his shoulders, down his sides. She took hold of his ass, squeezing it between her fingers and groaning softly through their kiss. It was all great, but Zayne wasn't sure how much longer he should allow this to continue. Bella was, after all, a girl that he had strong feelings for, even though they had met so recently. Something about just jumping into the sack with her this way seemed...wrong? In any case, if they kept going like this he would quickly pass the point of no return. And from the fire burning behind her eyes, it was perfectly clear that Bella was willing to go to that point, and to destinations beyond.

She seemed to sense something of his reservation. “It's okay Zayne,” she purred, giving him a doleful, almost pleading look. “Don't be afraid of me. I know you're shy. But I need this right now. So, come on. Please. Touch me...wherever...you want.” As she spoke her hot breath fell upon him, and her hands slipped even lower.

He was tempted. Lord, he was tempted. She was so beautiful, her body was so close. Bella was rhythmically thrusting herself against him, weakening his resolve. There was the sensation of a slick wetness spreading along his thigh where she had passed. And...her transformation. That was enticing as well, for reasons that he couldn't quite explain. If he closed his eyes he could almost see it...Bella growing taller, her breasts larger, her hips curvier, her butt more shapely. How easy it would be to just give in.

Zayne sighed. “Please, please don't take this the wrong way. I like you. I REALLY like you. But, this is all happening so fast. Here we are, rolling around together on the laboratory floor....”

“If you're worried about getting caught on tape....” she answered, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

“No, it isn't that. And anyway, there are no cameras in this room.” He rubbed his eyes, trying to get his thoughts straight. “Bella, I've never met a girl like you before. You make me feel happy every day when I come in to work. Even when we don't get to talk, just being in the same room with you makes me feel like the luckiest guy in the world. This,” he said, placing his hand on her bare shoulder, “...is amazing. And I want it too. But I also want more. I want to know you, to be with you, to find out who you really are. Because, if this turned out to be some meaningless fling, well...I....”

She placed the tip of her finger on his lips, silencing him. “There is one thing about you that I already know,” she said, her voice cold. “You like to play the hero. The knight in shining armor. You're so gallant it makes me want to puke.” She glared at him, and climbed to her feet. Zayne got an excellent view of her assets as she did so, and for a moment he wondered if he hadn't just made a terrible mistake.

Bella stooped over, and after once more wrapping herself in a blanket she shoveled his pants across the floor to him. “What are you doing tomorrow?” she asked, her tone warning him that the wrong answer could be fatal.

“Nothing important,” he answered nonchalantly.

Bella walked over to Zayne's desk, her hips swaying in a way that was almost painfully inviting. She moved to rip a piece of paper out of his sketchbook, but suddenly paused. “This...this is....” She was silent for a long moment. Then she bent down and, with an air of quiet contemplation, wrote something on the page. “Tomorrow. Pick me up tomorrow, at my place. I wrote down the address. Ten o'clock, okay?” She smiled at him, her expression far kinder than it had been a moment before.

“How about nine?”

She considered it for a moment. “Nine thirty.”

“Deal.” Bella crossed the room, and offered Zayne her hand. They shook, and she helped him to his feet.

He looked down at her, and did a double-take. “Hey...not to upset you or anything, but I think you might be just a bit taller than you were the last time I, uh, checked you out.”

“Oh?” she replied, and he thought he saw a little twinkle in her eyes.

“Yeah. You were, what, about four ten, four eleven when you came in today?”

“Four nine,” she answered impatiently. “And now...?”

“Well, I'd say you were maybe five two as recently as fifteen minutes ago. You're at least an inch taller than that now.”

“How...interesting. Well if I recall, PT-2715 has a half-life of about ten minutes in the human body. That means I could keep growing, albeit very slowly, for the next hour or so.”

Zayne's eyes widened. “Are you...okay with that?”

Bella smiled wistfully. “To be honest, it's kind of exciting...who knows how much taller I'm going to get?” She turned, and glanced at the clock. “Holy CRAP, it's almost five a.m.! The janitors are going to be in here soon, and I'm still butt-naked. Okay...ah...” She held two fingers to the side of her head, thinking quickly. “We need to deal with the batch that finished while we were...talking. My clothes are ruined...tell you what. Grab me one of the vials so I can test it, and then see if you can find something for me to wear. Maybe in one of those drawers.”

Zayne nodded. He opened the guard plate, retrieving a test tube, and placed it on the rack where Bella usually worked.

It took him five minutes of searching the room before he finally came upon a white lab coat. The outfit might be a little revealing, especially in the back, but it would have to do. By that time Bella had finished running the experiment, and had even managed to do his job for him and empty the centrifuge. “These are all okay,” she said. “Go ahead and load it up.”

“Sure you don't want to give it another try?” he asked playfully, passing her the coat. “You might even be able to do it this time. Since you're, you know....”

“Bigger? Stronger?” She grinned at him impishly. “I probably could at that. But let's not risk it. I mean, what if I accidentally spilled even MORE of that stuff on myself?”

Laughing, he hefted the tray into his arms and carried it to the refrigerator. “Well, I guess that's that,” he said. “Want me to walk you to your car?”

He turned around, and saw that she was already standing in the doorway. “Let's not spoil the moment. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, after all.”

“Interesting choice of words,” he observed.

Bella smiled. “Tomorrow,” she said, blowing him a kiss. And then she was gone.

Zayne walked over to his desk and began to pack up. When he came to the notebook, he looked at the address she'd written there. He read it over and over, memorizing it, just in case. Then he saw what else was on the paper, and he gasped.

“The circles,” he whispered.

The same circles he'd been drawing for the past several days were represented on the page before him. They had formed the outline of the human figure he'd been sketching earlier. It was the best one he had ever produced, hands down. And he realized now that, as hard as he'd been concentrating on his mechanics, he hadn't even been aware of what he'd been drawing.

“I think that, just maybe, things are going to get better,” Zayne said to no one in particular, a serene smile on his face. He carefully slipped the portrait of Bella into a folder. As he left the room, he noticed that he was humming again. But maybe that wasn't such a terrible vice after all.

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Act Two begins Sunday evening. Have a good weekend!