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Things are about to pick up.

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Chapter 3

Bella was wearing an impossibly tight red neglig?e, with flimsy straps that left a huge portion of her arms and chest bare. It had clearly been form-fitting even when she had been a diminutive four foot nine, and it was a minor miracle that she had managed to squeeze herself into it now. Most of the gown was constructed of a thin, transparent mesh. In certain places – namely in the spots where a bra and panties would have been – it was thick enough to protect her dignity. But since it was meant for a much smaller girl, it was doing a rather poor job in both places. He couldn't QUITE see her naughty bits, but the tiny amount of coverage they had only made him want to look all the harder.

Bella was laying on her side, giving him an excellent view of the hourglass curve of her body in profile. Her head was propped up one arm, and she was smirking at him bemusedly. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she pushed herself up into a sitting position. The nightie stretched dangerously as she moved, looking as though it might give way at any moment.

“Now then,” she began. “As I recall, you didn't want to take things too far yesterday in the lab. You told me that you didn't know me well enough, that you didn't want to rush things. I assume that nothing has changed since then. After all, one day isn't nearly enough time to get to know someone properly.” These last words ended with the tiniest hint of a rise in tone, making it sound as if the sentence might, just might, be a question.

“Well, under ordinary circumstances I would say you were right,” he answered nonchalantly. “But we've been able to spend a lot of quality time together today. Biographies have been exchanged. Lessons have been learned. I'm confident in saying that, as of this moment, I know you pretty well.”

“Oh, is that a fact?” Bella asked. She rose to her feet, her body rippling beneath the skin-tight nightie. “Would you care to enlighten me then?”

He would have to play this just right. “Certainly. First off, I know that you're a remarkable woman: intelligent, funny, gorgeous. You have a quirky, off-beat sense of humor, one that I have to say I enjoy.”

She took a small step closer to him. “Generic, but acceptable. Go on.”

“You're also extremely complicated, with hidden depths. You have a great sense of aesthetics, a first in any scientist I've ever met, and another thing I find unbearably attractive. You're also a very shy person until you get to know someone, but you open up quickly once you do. I'm the same way.”

Bella smiled brightly, and rewarded him with another step. “So far so good.” She covered her face with the palms of her hands. “What color are my eyes?”

Zayne snorted. “I could've told you that the first day we met. They're a beautiful dark brown, and when you're happy they sparkle like diamonds.” She pulled her hands away. “There, you're sparkling now.”

“What else?” she said, taking a giant stride forward.

He hesitated. “You...you've been hurt by someone. Someone who was very close to you, who you cared about very deeply. They said...or maybe did something. And it's a wound that's never entirely healed.” He looked at her solemnly. “I won't do that to you. Ever. I swear on my life, I could never cause you pain.”

There was a flicker of something dark behind her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by an expression of supremest joy. Another step. Now they were only inches apart, so close that Zayne could smell the mouthwash on her breath. And there was something...something different about her. He couldn't quite put his finger on it....

“What do you know about nuclear fusion?” she asked with a straight face.

He made a noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a cough. “Oh come on! Fair play!”

She grinned. “Okay, okay. I'll just tell you then, shall I? Fusion happens when two atoms of hydrogen get so close together that they join, or fuse, to create one helium atom. This releases an incredible amount of heat energy.” She spoke in a deep, sensual tone. Zayne thought it was the weirdest pillow talk he had ever heard – but still, terribly effective. And still the question nagged at the back of his mind. What had changed with Bella in the last ten minutes? It almost looked like....

“The remarkable thing about fusion,” she continued, her voice lilting musically, “is that both atoms of hydrogen are positively charged. They should repel each other. But forces far more powerful than either of them conspire to bring them closer, and closer.” He was sure of it now. She was taller! Bella had grown perhaps three quarters of an inch since they had arrived home. He should tell her what was happening...warn her...he really should....

Bella moved even closer to him, so close that her face filled his entire field of vision. “And once they come together like that,” she whispered, “no force in the universe can keep them apart.”

They fused.

At first they moved slowly, savoring every moment of the experience. Zayne leaned down and, with a sigh of contentment, let his lips brush lightly against hers. She kissed him back. As she held him, there was the faint, unmistakable sensation of her body sliding upwards against his. He forced himself not to think about it, about what it surely meant. Instead, he lovingly stroked her face, looking deep into her eyes. If he could just focus his awareness on her, and not on what was HAPPENING to her....

It worked, perhaps too well. The touch of her body beneath his fingertips was driving him into a kind of frenzy. He raked his fingernails down her arms, finding them smooth and surprisingly strong. From there he travelled down toward the small of her back, and on to the generous curve of her backside. He squeezed it through her nightie, and she moaned softly, intensifying their kiss. With a little flick of his wrist he moved the thin layer of fabric out of his way, and reached down to take hold of her naked bottom. Bella gave a tiny squeak of approval. He spent a few moments pinching and rolling her firm ass while she writhed against him.

After a while he broke their kiss, and took a step backward. Bella looked at him with a dazed, slightly irritated expression on her face. “What now? If you're about to tell me that you aren't ready again, I swear to God....”

Zayne laughed. “Believe me, you don't have to worry about THAT anymore.” It was taking a great deal of effort not to notice how much she had grown, how he barely had to look down at all anymore to meet her eyes. “I'm just looking for a change of position, is all. See, from here, pressed right up against you, all I can reach is your backside. It's a nice backside and all, but I really think I'd rather be touching your...frontside.” He looked at her chest suggestively, raising his eyebrows.

She smiled gloatingly. “Oh really? Well, I don't suppose I can blame you. They are rather nice.” Bella rested the palms of her hands just below her neck, and slowly dragged them down to cover her breasts. Quite deliberately, she began to fondle herself. “They're so big...at least a D cup, wouldn't you say? And that serum....” She paused, letting out a little mew of pleasure. “...has made them REALLY sensitive.”

Zayne moved behind her, enfolding her in his arms. “How interesting,” he growled. “Let's see if we can't take advantage of that.” He placed his hands on her hips, and lazily worked his way higher, over the curve of her waist, across to her stomach. Bella was breathing faster now, her eyes clenched shut. Zayne began to draw large circles on her with his fingertips, from the base of her ribs to the edge of her collar, and back down again. With each pass the circles were becoming smaller, bringing him closer and closer to the generous swell of her bosom.

As hard as he might try, it was impossible for him to miss now – Bella was definitely still growing. She had gained at least two inches of height in the past few minutes, and as far as he could tell it was still happening. How much longer could he allow this to go on? The right thing to do, obviously, was to stop and let her know what was happening. But his hormone-addled brain fought against this course of action – if she knew what was happening, she would want to postpone their romantic interlude, wouldn't she? And besides that, there was still a mysterious, lingering appeal in the thought of Bella slowly growing taller, her body expanding in every direction, becoming stronger, sexier. It was just so hopelessly erotic.

Meanwhile, Bella was practically sobbing in frustration. “Please...you...you have to....” Zayne realized that while he had been debating with himself, he had been inadvertently teasing her this entire time. With one last flourish he closed the circle, and took hold of the firm mounds of her breasts while simultaneously planting a hot, wet kiss on the tender skin at the nape of her neck. Bella let out an explosive sigh of relief, and let herself lean back against him.

He began to move faster, pinching her tits between his thumb and forefinger and tugging against them gently. At the same time one of his hands was creeping down her side, making its way toward the frilly bottom of her nightie. It was riding even higher on her now – still more evidence of her continuing growth. He delicately stroked her inner thigh with the tips of his fingers for a moment, making sure she knew what was coming. And then he deliberately slipped the tip of his index finger under her gown. As slowly as he could, he brushed along the damp outer edge of her womanhood. Bella cried out, arching her back, and Zayne thought he could actually feel her body surging larger against him.

And that was all her outfit could take. There came the sudden sound of ripping fabric, and a huge tear appeared in the neglig?e just above her stomach. She gasped, and the swelling of her chest caused the hole to grow wider. Bella pulled free from his embrace and turned to look at him, a guilty expression on her face. She gaped open-mouthed at Zayne, and then down at her ruined outfit.

“I'm...I'm really sorry, Bella,” he said. “I should've told you earlier. You started growing again. I was just so excited, and...God, I was being selfish. We should....”

His words were cut off as she dove forward, planting a savage kiss on his lips. “I know,” she told him. “I knew. The whole time. And I'm sorry that I didn't tell YOU. But don't you remember what I said last night? This is what I want.”

“But...but that was yesterday, when you were, what, five foot three?” he sputtered. “You've got to be getting close to five nine by now, almost a foot taller than your natural height. And you're STILL growing! You're OKAY with this?”

She sighed, and when she looked at him her expression was almost pitying. “Zayne, do you know what the average height is for a woman?” He shook his head. “It's about five feet, five inches tall. I've spent my entire adult life being four nine, eight whole inches shorter. That wasn't FAIR.

“But now I've been given this incredible gift – I'm actually GROWING. And if there was any justice in the universe, don't you think it would be only FAIR if I was to be, say, eight inches TALLER than average? Six foot one?” She grinned at him hungrily. “You said I'm close to five foot nine, right? Well, that just means I still have about four more inches to go, by my count.”

Zayne considered her words. What she was saying made so much sense. Hadn't he told her himself, just yesterday, that there was absolutely nothing wrong with her when she had been short? If that was true, how then could there be anything wrong with her if she were big? And if she was happy with this sudden, unexpected surge of growth....

That brought up another issue. “But why is this happening NOW? You were exposed to that stuff almost twenty-four hours ago. Shouldn't it have all worn off by now?”

Bella scratched the back of her neck, a distant look in her eyes. “Well...maybe...but...I did some calculations. And I found that when PT-2715 is absorbed through the skin, it can be temporarily stored inside fat molecules. I guess when you got my heart racing like that, a little bit more must have been released.”

Bella sighed. “Alright, let's summarize.” She placed her hands behind her head, causing the rip in her outfit to extend another few inches. “One: I want to get bigger. I'm a grown-up, and I've made the decision with full knowledge of the consequences. You should respect that. Two: whether I want to or not, I'm going to GET bigger. This stuff is already inside me, and it's not like there's a cure or anything.

“Three,” she crossed her arms in front of her chest, and peered at him lecherously. “You want me to get bigger too. Don't deny it. You're still trying to be the hero, to protect me from this. And I appreciate that you're doing it – it's one of the many reasons why I like you. But you're not the only one who can read people. I see your eyes light up whenever you notice that I've grown an inch or two, filled out a little more. Stop fighting it. Besides, if you play along...well...” She took a step forward, caressing his cheek. “There could be...benefits. So. What do you say?”



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The final chapter for this act will go up Thursday. Also, stay tuned afterward for a special announcement!

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Zayne needs to quit being a bitch and tap that ass...I'm just saying.

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That was freakin' awesome.

Right now I hate being the Grammar Nazi, but I did find some more mistakes. I'll collect myself and send you a PM with my findings.

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To hell with tapping it. Full-out ram it with all he's got. The sexual activity is going to make her into a giantess, and that is awesome.

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Chapter 4

Zayne closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. Bella watched him, studying his face for a hint of what his answer might be. Without warning he placed the palm of his hand in the middle of her chest, and pushed hard. Bella stumbled, her feet giving way beneath her, and fell backward onto the bed. The instant she landed he pounced, pinning her body between his legs. ?Wh...what are you...?? she stuttered.

He grinned at her roguishly. ?Let's just call this my way of saying 'I agree to your terms.'? Zayne tugged on the ripped edge of her nightie. ?This thing is already completely ruined, wouldn't you say?? Bella nodded hesitantly. ?That makes things easier.? He gripped her outfit with both hands, and pulled outward with all of his might. The garment tore to shreds around her.

He took a second to admire her naked form as she lay there sprawled out before him. There was no other word ? she was glorious. Her skin was creamy and flawless, with strong, well-defined abs. Her breasts, each one a bit larger than a softball, were dotted with bright pink nipples that looked tiny compared to the rest of her bosom. ?Do you like what you see?? she asked, blushing slightly.

As a reply, he placed his lips against hers, and kissed her seriously. She stuck her tongue down his throat, moaning deeply, and began to unbutton his shirt. The moment she had finished he flung it away, and lowered himself on top of her. The feeling of her warm flesh pressing against his was beyond belief. The two of them rolled around together on the bed, clinging to each other tightly.

Eventually Zayne climbed off of her, and with a slight tap on her shoulder indicated that she should stay where she was. Sitting on the bed, he leaned down to kiss her again. Her entire body was accessible to him from this position, and he took advantage of that fact, running his hands over her at random. Her face, her neck, her taut little tummy. He spent a long time massaging the supple curves of her breasts. And all the while he could just barely notice Bella swelling larger before him, in the same way that, if one were to stare at a clock for long enough, it might be possible to see the hour hand move.

Tracing a line down her stomach, he moved ever closer to the soft, fuzzy mound of her womanhood. For just a second he teased her, lightly stroking her inner thigh and listening as her moans steadily grew louder. At last he could wait no longer. He allowed one finger to slip inside the hot, dripping folds of Bella's pussy. She shuddered, biting her lip, and dug her fingernails into his leg.

At first Zayne moved with agonizing slowness, probing her with just the tip of his middle finger. He moved in and out of her rhythmically, sliding just a bit deeper each time. Periodically he would pull his hand out to caress the outer lips of her womanhood, or to stroke the hard nub of her clitoris. And once, for just a moment, he pressed himself hard against the rough edge of her g-spot. Her voice was a constant howl of ecstasy, punctuated with short, high-pitched squeaks whenever he touched one of her many sensitive spots.

Abruptly he pulled out of her, and jumped off the bed. Zayne knelt in front of her, and lifted each of her legs into his hands. He leaned forward and, extending his tongue, began to methodically lap up every drop of moisture along the fringes of Bella's pussy. Her rich, heady odor enveloped him, overwhelming all his other senses. The air was thick with her pheromones, and the more of her he tasted, the more he wanted.

Deciding he had paced himself long enough, Zayne wrapped his arms around her waist and at last began to eat her out in earnest. Bella screamed, and clamped down on him with her thighs. He was vaguely aware that with each passing second there seemed to be more of her. He could feel her legs sliding against his head as they inexorably grew longer. This only served to encourage him further.

The tone of her moans changed slightly, taking on a thick, guttural sound. She thrust herself at him, forcing his tongue even deeper inside her. And then, she came, calling out his name as her juices streamed out all over his face.

Zayne stood up, wiping off his face. He looked at his hand for a moment, and after a moment's thought, stuck his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. ?Good to the last drop,? he remarked.

Bella gave a weak laugh, peering up at him through eyes that were barely open. ?Do...do you...think...I'm any...bigger?? she asked, struggling to catch her breath.

Ah, so it was going to be straight to business. ?Yes, definitely. But if you want to know how much, you're going to have to stand up.?

She winced. With some difficulty Bella pushed herself into a sitting position, and he helped her to her feet. Zayne examined her critically, placing a hand on the top of her head and pulling it toward him. ?Let's see. That little bit of 'exercise' seems to have given you about two more inches. I'd say...five ten, maybe five ten and a half. I'm just a hair under six feet. Keep it up and you're going to be taller than me.?

?That's the plan,? she said, stretching. His words appeared to have restored a great deal of her energy. Then she paused, giving him a concerned look. ?Does that...bother you? That your girlfriend is going to be bigger than you, I mean.?

He smiled, and kissed her passionately. ?No, it doesn't. In fact, let's see if we can change that 'going to be bigger' into 'IS bigger.' Do you have any condoms??

She cocked her head at him, and then her face broke out into a cheshire cat grin. ?I don't,? she replied. ?But....? She pointed toward the other side of the room. Zayne looked, and saw an oddly shaped white plastic case sitting on her bedside table. ?Do you know what that is??

?It...looks familiar. Why, what is it??

She punched him on the shoulder playfully. ?Birth control, you dummy. I'm on the pill.? She threw herself onto the bed. Laying on her back, she looked up at him with a come-hither stare. Bella cupped her breasts between her fingers, and blew him a kiss. If the Catholic church was looking for a way to turn gay men straight, he thought, Bella could easily be their secret weapon.

?Well, what are you waiting for? Get over here and do me!?

Zayne didn't need to be told twice. He undid he belt, moving so fast that his hands were almost a blur, and stripped naked.

?Mmm, not bad. Not bad at all,? she purred. Bella lifted one of her long legs and gently stroked his fully erect manhood with the heel of her foot.

?One does one's best,? he replied. He moved in front of her, and slowly lowered himself into position. ?Are you ready??

She smiled at him, her face deliriously happy. ?Yes.?

He leaned in, sliding his member up and down along her lips. The two of them moaned softly in unison, and Bella wrapped her arms around his neck. And then he thrust himself inside her. There was a moment of resistance, and Bella cried out in pain. But then he was through into all-encompassing velvety softness. Her voice dropped an octave lower, and she began to buck her hips in time with his motion.

This was the first time that Zayne had ever had sex without a condom. There was just no comparison. The heat; the delicate, gliding smoothness; and perhaps best of all, the wet sensation of her juices splashing out to trickle down his leg.

He took hold of her waist, lifting her a few inches off the bed and giving his thrusts a slight upward angle. The tip of his cock pressed directly against her g-spot, and Bella shrieked like a banshee. For his part, Zayne thought he did a good job not showing how difficult it was to pick her up this way. She had become quite a solid weight with her recent increase in size! His arms were beginning to shake with exertion, and sweat was standing out on his forehead.

Deciding he needed a break, he pulled out and sat down on the bed next to her. Bella took his cue immediately, and climbed into his lap. Holding her this way, it was still obvious how heavy she was ? but her weight was far easier to bear, and Zayne found that he actually enjoyed the feeling of her bulk pressing against him this way.

Bella reached down, taking his length in her hand, and directed him back inside her. She began to bounce up and down on top of him, pulling his head forward into the vast expanse of her cleavage. He took one of her thimble-sized nipples into his mouth, sucking on it greedily, and dragged his fingernails down her back.

As one they climaxed, their cries of ecstasy reverberating throughout the house. And then, completely drained, they sank back onto the bed, holding each other as they gasped for the sweet breath of life.

Much later, Bella stirred. She sat up, lifting him with her, and he slid himself out of her.

?That was...it was....? Zayne struggled to find the words to describe it.

?Transcendent? Divine? I could go check my thesaurus, if you want.?

He chuckled. ?No, I think you've got it.?

She grinned, and kissed him. ?Well? Would you like to do the honors??

Zayne guessed what she meant ? time for another measuring. With some effort, they stood up. He squinted at her, trying to remember exactly how tall she had been earlier. ?Hmm....?

?Hmm?? she repeated.

?Ah, to be honest, you aren't very much bigger at all. You might be five eleven. I mean, you MIGHT.?

Her face fell. ?All of that sex just for half a lousy inch?? she pouted.

?Wow. Damn.? He turned away from her, shaking his head in disbelief.

?Oh you know that's not how I meant it,? she laughed, grabbing his hand and kissing him again.

?I don't know. Maybe you finally used up the last of the drug that was being stored in your fat,? he said.

?What? Oh, yeah. You could be right.? She furrowed her brows, apparently lost in thought. ?Hey, what are you doing tomorrow??

It was an unexpected change of subject, but Zayne took it in stride. ?No plans. Why, what have you got in mind??

?Well, it was hard enough trying to find anything that fit me this morning, when I was five six. There's no way anything I own is big enough for me now.? She looked at him, and he saw that sparkle in her eye that he was coming to know so well. ?Want to come shopping with me??

?I...suppose we can do that,? he answered unenthusiastically. It didn't actually sound like his idea of a good time.

Bella grinned, and kissed him once again. Zayne noticed how their lips were exactly the same height now. The way they fit together, so perfectly... perhaps there was order to the universe after all.

?Don't worry hun,? she said, lying down on the bed. ?If you're a good boy, I might just have a special surprise for you after.?



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The next act begins Sunday evening.

And now for the announcement:

I am planning to commission a short comic based on Four Types of Reactions. If you're reading these words, and you're an artist, the project could be yours. From now until late Sunday night, if you wish to be considered for the job, send me a private message via forum mail.

I know, this isn't how these things are usually done. Typically I would contact an artist directly, rather than putting up this Craigslist kind of want ad. And if interest here is low, that is, in fact, exactly what I'll do.

But I want to offer the job to people who are actually READING the story first. People who already know the characters, and who have been enjoying the plot thus far. So, business:

Requirements:

A large enough body of work that I can get an idea of your style.
Experience drawing sexually explicit material.
Experience drawing GTS content.
Paypal (duh.)

Recommendations:

Experience receiving commissions.
Experience with comic style.

Include in the Message:

A link (or links) to pages showing a good cross-section of your work, eg deviantART or forum posts.
Your price guidelines for black and white comic pages, inked if you don't use an illustrator program. Poser submissions will also be considered. I will consider any numbers you give me here to be your final offer, and will not try to negotiate over prices.

More details about the project are available upon request.

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Is this the end of the line for Bella and Zayne or are they going to be the stars in this ongoing series?

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Top notch! The Grammar Nazi approves, lol.

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Oh far from it. The story is only half over. And despite what Zayne said, Bella is FAR from done growing.

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Well, duh. This is *your* writing we're talking about here. And I'll tell you something else, dude: if I can't stop drooling on my keyboard you're gonna owe me a new one.

I would unquestionably pay to see the comic form of this story; keep us posted. :D

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Act III: Decomposition (Things Fall Apart)


Chapter 1

“Well, how do I look?” Bella asked, striking a pose.

Zayne fought down a sigh. It was perhaps the fortieth time today those exact words had crossed her lips, each time with the same timbre, tone and inflection. He wasn't sure if this was some kind of subtle joke on her part, or simply an accident – a repetitive, boring accident.

The two of them had been in and out of nearly every clothing store in the mall. Each time they entered one, Bella would ask to be directed to the plus size section, and Zayne would find himself a nice comfortable spot to sit down outside of the dressing room. She would parade in front of him in a series of outfits, asking for his opinion on each. And it hadn't taken him long to discover that a simple “You look good,” or “Beautiful!” was not going to suffice. When Bella asked him how she looked, she expected a real, thought-out answer.

At first, it had been exciting seeing his girlfriend in a variety of different clothes. Most of them were cute, and a few rather enticing – these made him wonder what they were going to look like crumpled up on her bedroom floor later. Before long, however, the activity had started to wear thin. He was doing his best to be a trooper here...but they had been at the mall. For. Seven. Hours.

Zayne closed his eyes, and sighed under his breath. He reminded himself that Bella needed a whole new wardrobe, and that this wasn't the sort of thing that could be done quickly. And more importantly, she was having fun. Bella absolutely loved seeing how her new and improved figure looked in all these outfits.

He scratched his chin, studying her latest ensemble. “The pants are nice, although you might want to go a size smaller. Same with the jacket. But I love the shirt underneath it...especially the nice low cut.”

She winked at him, leaning forward to give him a good look at her cleavage. “I thought you might enjoy that.”

Zayne laughed. “The only problem I can see is the shirt's color,” he went on. “The blue kind of clashes with your eyes. You might want to think about red, or possibly white.”

“Yeah, good point. Can you see if you can find me one while I change? Thirty-six....”

“Thirty-six wide, nylon or polyester only,” he interrupted, his voice flat.

“Ah, you remembered,” she said, grinning at him, and went back into the stall.

Zayne poked around the store, his thoughts wandering. There were a couple of things about this shopping trip that didn't quite add up. For example, her fabric preference. Most people were more partial to clothes made of natural materials, if that was the kind of thing they were going to care about at all. But Bella had been insisting on synthetics all day, and it was starting to make him curious. In addition, a fair number of the articles of clothing she was trying on were far too big for her. Whenever he pointed this out, she would agree with him, and then discreetly buy them anyway.

Finally locating a shirt that matched her parameters, he made his way back to the dressing area. Bella was just coming out wearing another outfit. “Well, how do I look?” she asked yet again.

Zayne stared. She was wearing a pair of black jeans and a simple button-up shirt. Both garments were several sizes too large. Even at 5'11” Bella looked like a little girl who had gotten into her mother's closet. This was just going to far – he had to broach the subject.

“Why do you keep trying on all these gigantic clothes?” he asked, passing her the shirt he had found. “At first I thought you were just making a mistake. But it's happened way too often now, and this one just confirms it. What's up?”

She gave him a flippant little gesture. “Weren't you ever a boy scout?”

Bella seemed to love to throw him these wicked conversational curve balls. He stuck with this one. “No. And neither were you, unless you have some sort of terrible secret that you haven't told me.” He looked at her seriously. “What do you need to 'be prepared' for? I thought we proved that all of the drug was out of your system after last night.”

Bella scratched the back of her neck. “Well...you just never know. Some of it could be stored in my liver, or in my soft tissue. But look at it logically. If I DO get any bigger, I don't want to have to come out here and buy another set of clothes. If I DON'T...I can just have these taken in.”

Zayne made a sudden connection. “Then the polyester and nylon....”

“They stretch,” she said, tugging on the shirt Zayne had brought her to demonstrate. “Come on, just tell me you aren't getting a little excited even thinking about me growing again. I saw the disappointment on your face when I stopped.” She patted him on the cheek affectionately. “Don't you worry hun. I guarantee I'm not done yet. It might take a few days, is all.”

An hour later the two of them were making their way through the parking lot. “Pretty successful shopping trip, if I do say so myself,” Bella said. She was bouncing on her heels as she walked, to such an extent that she was practically skipping. “I especially like that purple dress – you know, the sleeveless one, with the really short skirt. Oh, and these side-tie panties,” she held up the bag she was carrying for him to see. “Bet you'll get some good milage out of those, huh?”

Zayne nodded, keeping his eyes on the car. Just another hundred feet now.

“You know, I CAN get some of those for you,” she told him, rolling her eyes. “I'm not as weak as I used to be.”

“I'm...fine....” he said, gritting his teeth. His arms were full of shopping bags and packages, to the point that he looked like a living mountain of commerce. “Just...get my keys out of my pocket...okay?”

They loaded Bella's purchases in the trunk, the vehicle's frame sagging slightly under their weight. “Hey Zayne, I just want you to know how much I appreciate your patience today. There aren't many guys who would put up with such a long, boring day. I know you did it for me. And well....” She took his hand, smiling demurely. “When we get home, I'll give you that reward I mentioned, okay?”

They drove back to Bella's place, and she demonstrated yet another of her many talents – cooking. In short order she had prepared a meal of grilled chicken with hand-mashed potatoes. For an encore, she made dessert as well – cheese cake, as good as the kind they had had at the restaurant the previous day, and made from scratch no less.

“I don't know how you did all of that so fast,” Zayne said after they had finished, leaning back in his chair.

“It's all about knowing your order of operations,” she told him, polishing off the last few crumbs on her plate. “Before you start, you have to ask yourself...what's going to take the longest to make, what's going to need the most attention, and what can you be doing while you wait. It's something every chemist should know how to do.”

After dinner the two of them snuggled on the couch, watching a movie. Bella lay sprawled out, resting her head on his shoulder. She had changed into her new pajamas, which consisted of a set of fuzzy leggings and an extremely baggy shirt. This latter article was starting to present a problem for Zayne. It didn't really provide Bella much support in the chest area, and whenever she moved suddenly he could see her breasts jiggle alluringly. And every so often she would stretch, unwittingly giving him a great view of the deep valley of her cleavage.

Or perhaps it wasn't so unwitting after all. Before long she was gently stroking his cheek, staring up at him with a dreamy look in her eye. He shifted her body, lowering her head into his lap, and kissed her softly. They spent a few minutes making out, while the forgotten characters on the screen acted through their hopeless romantic comedy. In due course Zayne inched his hand down past her stomach, sliding the tips of his fingers into her panties. She was already soaking wet, and it took him less than a minute to bring her to a whimpering orgasm.

She lay against him for a while, recuperating. He was almost certain that she hadn't grown during the process, and in any case she didn't ask him to check. Eventually Bella rolled over, and propping herself up on her elbows, unzipped his pants. She worked his manhood out of his boxers, and began to stroke him between her thumb and forefinger. Her touch was light, like the gossamer wings of a butterfly. Almost immediately she brought him to the edge, and then kept him there for an agonizing eternity. Just when he thought he could stand it no longer, she took his length into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head of his penis. Instantly he came, calling out her name as she swallowed every last drop.

They held each other, savoring the afterglow. “You know,” he said after a long silence. “I'm going to have to go home sooner or later.” She hugged him tighter, as if to keep him from leaving. “No, really. We both have work tomorrow, and I'm still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. I need a fresh set of undies, and a shower.”

She sniffed him. “Hm, now that you mention it....” He gave her a hard pinch on the bottom, and she yelped, giggling. “I suppose you're right. We probably won't get to spend very much time together during the week – quality time I mean. There's not too much we can do in the lab, at least not without violating our employee conduct agreements. It's just...this weekend has been so great. Maybe...I was hoping that it wouldn't have to end.”

“Oh, well...the night is still young. I don't usually get to sleep until seven or eight in the morning anyway. And as for the rest of the week, a certain someone could extend me an invitation, if she really wanted to....”

Her eyes brightened. “Really? I could have my own house-boyfriend?”

Zayne chuffed. “Do you have to say it that way?” She laughed, and hugged him again. “I'll pack a bag and bring it to work tomorrow.”

They sat up the rest of the evening, talking of deep, meaningful things. What's your philosophy on life? Do you want children? Who is this God person, anyway? Even though they had known each other for only a short time, there seemed to be a powerful, unspoken bond between them. Zayne had always been a bit awkward socially, and could be self-conscious when he was with someone he didn't know very well. But with Bella it was as though he could just be himself, and when he told her this she agreed that it was the same for her.

When he left it was well past nine in the morning, the sun already peaking over the trees across the street from her house. She walked him to his car, and kissed his cheek. “Until tonight,” she said simply. He drove home, down streets that were just beginning to clear of rush hour traffic. Exhausted, he crawled into bed, where he promptly fell asleep.

He had a dream. In it, he walked with Bella down a beautiful, white-sanded beach. When he grew tired, she lifted him high onto her powerful shoulders, and carried him the rest of the way.

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Nice teaser at the end there. :)

Just one mistake in the third paragraph, change 'excepted' to 'expected'.