[pseudoclever]

Chapter 2

“This whole batch is good,” Bella called across the room, grabbing a fist full of test tubes. “At this point in the game we can take as many of them as we need. And I think we're going to need quite a few.”

“Really?” Zayne replied, emptying out his backpack to make space. “It didn't seem to take that many of them to get you where you are. Eight vials to go from 4'9” to 6'6”, right? We should only need....” He paused, trying to do the math.

“Zayne, haven't you noticed that I've been growing much slower lately? There's an issue of diminishing returns that we have to overcome.”

“Mind explaining it to me? That is, if you think I'm not too dumb to follow,” he said, half-jokingly.

“I think you're much smarter than you give yourself credit for, but that's neither here nor there.” She brought him a couple of test tubes, and he carefully loaded them into his bag. “You see, one vial of the drug will add anywhere from five to ten kilograms of body mass – that is, up to about twenty pounds. As far as I can tell, it varies based on the quality of the batch. Early on, ten kilos translated to A LOT of height. Lately, it's just an inch or two. And the bigger I get, the less of an effect each one will have.”

“You know, that reminds me of something I wanted to ask you,” he said, stroking his chin. “You said that each dose can cause you to gain as much as twenty pounds. How is that possible? There's only...like an ounce of fluid in these things. I know a little something about conservation of mass – that weight has to come from somewhere.”

She beamed at him. “Very good! It isn't actually that complicated. You probably already know that the human body is composed almost entirely of four elements – carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, and oxygen. All of them are present in the the air we breathe. Under normal circumstances we exhale them as waste. From what I've read, the drug simply harvests the excess. The process also requires a number of essential amino acids, but for the most part your regular diet is able to provide those in sufficient quantities. Unless, of course....”

Her eyes went vacant. “Unless you really went crazy with the stuff. Then your metabolism wouldn't be able to keep up. You'd need protein, and lots of it.” She ran to the exit, her assets bouncing in a perfect sin wave pattern as she moved.

“Where are you going?” he yelled after her.

“To get a snack. Go ahead and load up while I'm gone.” She thought for a moment. “All of them.”

“All of them?” he repeated, flabbergasted. But she was already out the door.

A few minutes later she returned, munching on a package of peanuts. “Almost ready?” she asked, spraying crumbs onto the floor when she talked.

“They're all in here,” he said, pointing toward the bag. “I used my sketchbook to keep them from rattling together when we move.” He reached up, and rested his hand on her shoulder. “You're sure about this?”

She nodded. “Completely sure. In fact, just to make sure we can't chicken out....” Bella snatched one of the vials out of his backpack, and removed the stopper. Before Zayne could react she poured the contents into her mouth, gulping them down. “Ah, that stuff is starting to taste better and better.”

“Are you crazy? We're going to have to walk past security on the way out of here!”

“Then we'd better hurry, hadn't we?”

They had just safely made it out of the building, when Bella suddenly stopped in her tracks. “Ohh, it might be starting. Yes...yes I'm sure of it.” Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. “It always feels so good. You know that stretch, the first one when you wake up in the morning? When you can feel all your muscles flex, your spine unwinding? It's like that but...mmm...much sexier.”

Zayne grabbed her hand. “Stretch later. Let's get the hell out of here.” He gingerly placed his bag in the backseat of his car, and the two of them climbed inside. Bella's seat had already been pushed back as far as it would go, and even now she could barely fit in the vehicle. It looked as if it was only going to get more cramped on the ride home.

He pulled out onto the street. “Okay, you said protein. Where do we go? Want me to stop by the grocery store and pick up a couple of steaks?”

“No...that won't have enough material,” she answered, clearly distracted. “ Anyway the quality of the amino acids will be ruined if we cook them – and I'm not much in the mood to eat a bunch of raw meat tonight. We need something a little more...potent.” She pointed out his window. “There! That mini-mart has a vitamin store. Stop here.”

He did as she instructed, pulling into a parking space. She handed him a credit card from her wallet. “Buy three of the biggest tubs of protein powder you can find. Anything that claims to have all eight essential aminos will be fine.” The top of her head was starting to press uncomfortably into the ceiling of the car, and the tear down the center of her shirt was getting bigger. Her face was taking on a dark red flush, and there was a certain look in her eyes that he thought he recognized. “Time is a factor here, Zayney-po. Move.”

The woman working the late shift in the vitamin shop was clearly starved for companionship. She took several minutes to tell him about their latest, and greatest Gold Club membership offer ever. Did he know that if he spent only $400 on their fine products, it would pay for itself? Obviously a great deal. He would be a fool to pass it up. She steadfastly ignored each of his attempts to end the conversation prematurely. Through the store's front window Zayne could see Bella hunched over inside his car, periodically thrashing back and forth as if possessed by some terrible demon. And then, with the clerk still jabbering on behind him, she reached into the backseat and came back holding two vials, one in each hand. As he watched, she pulled the top from one, and began to drink.

Zayne whirled to face the woman behind the counter. “Yeahthat'sinterestingbutIreallyhavetogo!” he shouted. “I left my baby in the oven, and he's not even house-broken yet! Go ahead and ring me up. Come on, busy busy!” The woman dropped her jaw in terror, and quickly swiped his card.

“So, was that a yes on the Gold Club membership?”

He sprinted back to the car, but not before Bella could pour the second vial down her throat. “Oh, hi hunnie,” she greeted him as he opened the door. His girlfriend had a dopey grin on her face, and it looked as though her pupils were dilated. “I'm starting to feel reaaaaaaally good. Hey, do you remember when I used to have that pair of itty-bitty titties? Well, they're not so little anymore, are they?” She thrust her chest toward him, moaning softly. “They're so soft...wanna feel? I promise I won't bite...hard.”

She was definitely bigger. He was extremely interested to find out exactly how MUCH bigger, but he knew that if he gave his attention over to the titanic beauty in the seat next to him, they would never make it out of the parking lot. Zayne started the car, and peeled onto the street. “Whasa matter? Don't like me anymore?” She began to caress his face with hands that were the size of oven mitts.

Home. They had to get home.

“Oh, the strong silent type? I understand.” She stroked his inner thigh, the tips of her fingers dangerously close to his manhood. “I like that in a man. Someone who RIGIDLY sticks to his convictions.” She squeezed his leg a little tighter. “Who won't BLOW over, at the first STIFF breeze.” Her hand passed over his length, and she pressed her thumb against the head of his penis.

Zayne flinched. “Bellaaa....” It was so hard...err...difficult...to keep his eyes on the road. He could see tantalizing glimpses of her in his peripheral vision. There were huge expanses of creamy flesh peeking out from underneath her shredded outfit. God, was she ever getting big. It was going to be a race with the devil to get back to her place before she was too large to get out of the car again.

“I know,” she purred, leaning forward to let her hot breath tickle his ear. “Wait. You want me to wait.” She moved as far away as she could from him, trying to give him space. Still, much of her body was spilling over into his territory. “I can wait for you, if it's really necessary. But, while I'm waiting....”

Bella laid the seat down horizontally, and leaned back. The pressure this action exerted on her pants caused the button to fly off, coming up to ping startlingly against the windshield. Tugging down the zipper, she thrust two fingers inside her panties. Bella let out an ear-splitting moan, and went to work pleasuring herself. The car began to fill with the thick, pungent aroma of her love juices.

Zayne slammed his foot down on the gas.

Several agonizing minutes later, they arrived at Bella's house. He came around to open the door for her, and with some difficulty managed to extract her from the car. It was immediately apparent how much she had grown. The clothes that had already been tight on her hours before were now threatening to explode off her body at any moment. The rip in her top had progressed to the point that she now appeared to be wearing two small half-shirts. Her jeans had yet to split open, but from the way he could see each individual leg muscle outlined in denim as she walked, it was only a matter of time.

He lead her inside, and she snapped the door shut, locking it behind them. Bella turned, and cast her ravenous gaze upon him. “How tall do you think I am?” she asked, moving closer. It occurred to him that this must be what it felt like to be a gazelle on the plains of the Serengeti, with a hungry lion creeping toward you.

“Ah, if I had to guess, I'd say you were somewhere in the neighborhood of six eleven,” he answered, his heart leaping into his throat. “You're also bigger...up top.”

“Oh, I knew about THAT,” she said, running one finger down the line of her cleavage. “But...only six eleven...still such a long way to go.” She dropped to her knees and began to dig around inside his backpack. Producing three vials this time, she drank each in quick succession. “Let's see where that gets us. And as for you....” She regarded Zayne, a sexy little smirk on her face. “I've got a job for you. These pants, you see, are starting to bother me. I'm afraid I'm going to need some help taking them off. As in, now.”

He darted forward, taking a firm grip on the edge of her jeans. Standing beneath her this way, Zayne could almost feel the weight of her shadow on him. And the way she was grinning down at him like that, as enticing as it was, made him feel small and insignificant. He pulled as hard as he could, managing to slowly inch her pants off. At last they slid past her hips, and then they were free. She kicked them off in relief, rubbing her legs.

“Ahh, I think you finished just in time, my little love. It's coming on again...and I think...it's gonna be...a big one.” She clenched her eyes shut as the affects of the drug began to overwhelm her. Zayne gasped – he could actually SEE her growing, her body surging outward, the top of her head steadily creeping toward the ceiling. And her breasts! They they were rapidly approaching the size of a pair of basketballs. Yet still they jutted straight out in front of her, seeming to have declared themselves exempt from the law of gravity.

Her poor shirt didn't stand a chance. It practically burst from her expanding form, and she brushed away its tattered remains, her face gleaming with triumph. Bella looked down at him, the tip of her tongue seductively running across her teeth.

Without warning she took two steps forward, and shoved his back against the door. “I apologize for this baby, but I wouldn't want you to try to get away from me.” That had, in fact, been the last thing on Zayne's mind. He recognized her tone, however. It was a part of a game they had been playing in the bedroom all week. She would pretend to be big, scary, and powerful, and use those attributes to dominate him. The fact that Bella actually WAS big, scary and powerful was of only passing importance. She only acted this way because she knew how much he loved it.

“I think it's time to show you who's going to be in charge around here from now on,” Bella continued. As she spoke she took hold of his arms, and pinned them above this head with one hand. She bent down and placed her full, luscious lips upon his. The kiss seemed to go on for eternity. Somewhere in the midst of it Bella began to use her free hand to squeeze and fondle his length through his pants. Zayne felt his knees start to buckle, and in response she took hold of his ass and lifted him off the ground. Bella leaned forward, pressing herself against him to keep him from falling. When she did this he found that he could feel her body swelling larger against him, causing a certain delightful friction against his nether regions. She started to gyrate her hips, gently massaging him with her stomach. It was driving him insane! If she kept this up much longer....

Suddenly Bella moved away from him, and Zayne slid back to the floor. Stumbling a little, she sat down on the ground. She folded her arms across her chest, and buried her face in them. “Hey...are you alright?” he asked. “What's the matter?”

“My...head. It...God it hurts.”

Zayne quickly put two and two together “You've been growing too fast – you need some protein. Hang on, I'll be right back.” He dashed into the kitchen, and opened one of the large plastic containers he had purchased. Dumping several large scoops of brown powder into the biggest pitcher he could find, he filled the container with water and stirred it. He carried it back into the living room, and handed it to Bella.

She drank gratefully. Her growth seemed to be tapering off now, though every so often he thought he could see her gain a few additional millimeters. Even sitting on the floor as she was, the top of her head came up to his armpits. Bella looked at him, a certain spark returning to her eyes. “I feel a lot better now. Thanks for the save hun.” She took another sip, making a terrible face. “You'd think they'd have figured out how to make this stuff taste a little better by now. Hey, do you think you could do something for me?”

“Sure. What is it?”

She gave him her best little girl face, at her size the greatest of ironies. “Measure me? Pretty please?”

He nodded, and went upstairs to retrieve the tape measure from her bedside table. When he came back down she was climbing to her feet. If he had thought her intimidating before, clearly he hadn't know the meaning of the word. Bella was...huge. Putting her height aside – which was difficult – it appeared as though the last dose had dramatically improved her muscle tone as well. Her abs showed the beginnings of a six-pack, and her arms and legs had a certain definition to them as well. Despite this, and her stature, there was still a softness to her – a sensual femininity that he knew no amount of size or strength could ever erase.

Standing on his tip-toes, he extended the tape measure as far as he could possibly reach, and was just able to make it to the top of her head. He checked the reading. “You're seven foot two...err, I mean, two hundred nineteen centimeters,” he told her.

“Getting there,” she said, taking another long swig of her drink. “Ugh, this is DISGUSTING.”

“I can imagine. Still, you know if you want to keep growing....”

“Yeah, yeah. I just wish there was an easier way to get...protein.” As she said the last word a look of revelation came over her face. She peered down at him, or more specifically at his midsection, licking her lips thoughtfully. “Zayneeee-ey, I need you to do one more thing for me. This one won't be hard, and it's very important. Go sit down on the couch over there, and take off your pants. Please, don't even think about arguing with me. You wouldn't want me to have to get rough, would you?”