[pseudoclever]

Chapter Ten


Kristen reacted to my cry instantly. Her body snapped away from me, almost as though she'd been stung. Her expression softened, first becoming one of confused incomprehension, then sad-eyed regret, and finally embarrassment. “I just...I thought....” She trailed off, slowly crawling to the edge of the bed. There she sat, facing away from me, staring off into space.

I wanted to say something, anything to comfort her. Try as I might, I couldn't think of anything. After a long silence I awkwardly made my way over to where my titanic girlfriend sat and rested my hand on her shoulder. She flinched at my touch, turning away from me, but I followed.

“Kristen, it's....”

“Leave me alone.”

“Don't say that....”

“I never meant for that to happen, I was only....”

“IT'S OKAY!” I shouted at her, my hands clenching into fists. She looked at me, mouth opened in shock, and for a moment we simply stared at each other. Then she shook her head sadly.

“The reason...the only reason I wanted to do this, was because you had the balls to tell me about your fantasy. I know you were ashamed, and it was hard. But you trusted me. I wanted to do this to make you happy, to show you how much I appreciated that.

“But now...just look at me. I'm a giant!” She let out a long, anguished sigh. “And you're afraid of me! Being so big wouldn't bother me if you liked me this way, but...”

“Kristen, I like – I love YOU. I loved you when you were five three, and I love you now. I'd want you at any height. But for the record, I like this...you being so tall, I mean. It turns me on more than you could possibly imagine. You're so attractive I can barely stand it.”

Her face brightened slightly. “Then why did you just shriek in terror when I came at you? You looked like you wanted to die.”

“First of all, I DID NOT shriek.”

“Yes you did! It was the girliest....”

“SECOND OF ALL,” I continued, smiling wryly. “I just...I don't know, I wanted to snuggle.” She stifled a giggle, and I ignored it. “You kicked that dominatrix act of yours into the next gear, and as much as I've been loving it tonight...I wasn't ready. Besides, you'd just grown like, a foot in sixty seconds. It was all happening a little too fast.”

“Okay...I'll take it easy next time. Thanks for talking me down baby.”

“Any time. Big girls shouldn't cry, after all.” She laughed at my terrible joke, and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tight. A huge wall of boob-flesh collided with my face, staggering me back, but I was loving every second of it. Kristen sat down on the bed and held me tenderly, stroking my hair and cooing softly. On one hand, being held like this by my eight foot girlfriend made me feel tiny and insignificant. But far more powerful was the sense of being safe and secure in her arms.

For a long time we sat like this, neither of us saying anything. Eventually Kristen broke the silence. “So when you originally told me about your fantasy, you talked about liking girls who were A LITTLE taller than you,” she said, her chest vibrating pleasantly as she spoke. “I know you just said that it doesn't matter to you but...what do you think about me being this big?”

I considered my words carefully. “Well,” I began, speaking slowly. “It's true that when I said I was in to larger girls, I meant more in the six two to six four range. You're way bigger than that, obviously. It's weird, but I think for some reason...I really, really like it. I don't understand why to be honest, but it just makes me so excited to watch you grow. Rationally, once you got above, say, six foot six, you were already too much for me to deal with. But yeah, I like it. Maybe it's a control thing, or maybe it's just because there's more of you to love. Why do you ask?”

“Just wanted to know how you felt. And I'm glad to hear you say that, because I've been feeling the same way. I told you in the shower that I was getting in to it. Granted, I was only a bit over six feet tall back then. God that seems like an eternity ago, doesn't it?

“It's...sort of the same thing that you were saying. I probably shouldn't be enjoying it so much, but there's just something about the idea of outgrowing everybody and everything, getting sexier, more powerful. I guess it makes me feel special. Like I'm somebody important.”

“Kristen, listen to me. You are special. You always have been.” I leaned back so I could look into the blue-green pools of her eyes. “You're smart, and caring. You know how to make people do their job. I'll admit you can be a little quirky sometimes....” She narrowed her eyes, as if daring me to say more. “But really that just adds to your charm.” She kissed my forehead and nuzzled the top of my head with her cheek. Once more we sat in silence, but this time an idea had started to form in the back of my head, rising up from the depths of my unconscious.

“Excuse me hun, need to use the bathroom,” I said finally. Kristen released me, and I took the short walk to the restroom. As I answered a call of nature, I considered my plan. It was risky. In fact, if it backfired the results could be absolutely disastrous. Once again, the forces of rationality lined up against the onslaught of my primal urges. It was no contest.

Employing all my stealth skill, I crept back into the bedroom. Kristen was lying on her back staring at the ceiling and, belly-crawling across the carpet, I managed to make it to the bedside table unseen. I picked up the brown ceramic jar, and silently made my way back into the bathroom.

Having successfully avoided detection, I opened the medicine cabinet and removed a small plastic bottle that was a third full of a thick bluish oil. I unscrewed the top, smelling the distinctive, pungent odor of the substance inside, and mixed in all the remaining growth potion. The contents of the bottle turned an ominous green color – bad sign. Still, there was no way I was backing out of this. “Honey,” I called, walking back to the bedroom. “I've got a big surprise for you.”
---------------End Act 2---------------------

Big Surprises will be concluded...Sunday.