[Eelskin]

8

Over the next few days I found it harder and harder to convince Veronica to wear the bracelet less. For one thing, as she wore it more and more, she became more comfortable and confident with it. For another thing, my own resolve was crumbling. The more we played with it, the more and more aroused I was by its power and by Veronica?s titanic body. So more and more often now, I found that I simply didn?t have it in me to ask her not to wear it, because I realised that, more and more, I wanted her to wear it.

She still didn?t wear it to bed, thankfully, but she would wear it occasionally outside of the house. Every time she did, I got a little anxious? but I found it was an exciting, pleasant sort of anxiety. I began to enjoy the idea of being able to affect her from afar. If I knew she had it with her, I would occasionally think about her in the middle of the day, just because I knew I could expect a phone call shortly.

So I wasn?t fazed when she told me that she wanted to wear the bracelet when we invited Marie-Eve over for dinner one night. A little nervous, sure, but no more than usual. Less, actually, since I would be able to see her, so I would be able to control myself if I could see that I was thinking about her too much. Right?

We enjoyed having dinner with friends, especially Marie-Eve, since she seemed to enjoy anything. We took turns inviting each other over, and it was our turn. It had been over a month since we had seen her ? since we had gone to the flea market in the first place, in fact ? and I was looking forward to having dinner with her again.

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Veronica wore the bracelet ? and nothing else ? while we prepared dinner in the kitchen. I tried to hold off as long as I could, for the fun of it. We both knew that it wouldn?t take long before I began to get aroused by her, and by the promise of her growth, so I took it as a challenge to see how long I could keep her at her present size. We began preparing dinner normally, except for her nakedness; I chopped vegetables while she mixed a salad dressing. The longer I tried to think about baseball, the more difficult it was, but I held off.

It was about ten minutes before Veronica got impatient, and began to cheat. Facing away from me while she washed the lettuce in the sink, she slowly swayed her bum from left to right, humming to herself. As though she didn?t realise she was doing it. At first I thought she might really be doing it unconsciously, but after a moment she turned her head, caught my eye, and winked at me. Then she turned back to the sink and began waving her glorious bum at me again.

After a minute or two, she could see that it wasn?t working, but she wasn?t ready to give up quite yet. Walking past me to get to the pantry, she brushed her hips against mine slowly. I steeled myself and focused on the vegetables in front of me.

?Oh, David?? came the sing-song voice from behind me. I turned and she was standing with her hands on her hips. She pouted. ?What have I told you about putting the cooking wine on the top shelf? You know I can?t reach it when it?s up there. Can?t you get it down for me??

I smiled, put down the knife and walked over to the pantry. She didn?t step away from the pantry, so as I went to get it, we were standing directly in each other?s personal space. She brushed her breasts and belly against me as I reached my arms up over my head. I could feel my penis begin to stiffen, and I knew that she could too, but I was still holding off. I brought it down and handed it to her.

?Well!? She huffed. ?Aren?t you just such a big, tall man! It?s a good thing that lil? ol? me has you around, isn?t it? These shelves are just too tall for me.? She reached up, not really trying. Her elbow and knees were bent. ?Look at that! I can?t even reach the shelf below that one! Maybe I should try again.? Her hand crawled upward as she put a bit more effort into it. The effect it had on me was instantaneous. I couldn?t help but imagine her arm growing, stretching, reaching higher- and then, suddenly, it was. Her hand easily touched the items on the second-highest shelf, and reached up toward the highest shelf again. I noticed that she was, once again, bending her knees and elbows. I looked down into her eyes, and she looked back up at me with a victorious smirk.

?No, no. That?s not quite enough. David, put the bottle back up on the top shelf. I want to be able to get it down by myself.? Obediently, I did, and Veronica reached up. This time, she was just barely able to touch the bottle with her fingertips, but while she was standing on her toes, she cheated ? again. My eyes were drawn downward as she waved her bum gently at me again, and I was mesmerised by the movement of her lower body. I could tell the subtle difference between her thighs now and her thighs one minute ago; even though it was barely perceptible, she was most certainly bigger. But she lowered herself back down so that she was standing normally, and she was now holding the bottle! I hadn?t even noticed her getting taller while I was staring at her, although it was hardly surprising. ?See? I knew I could do it,? she laughed.

She walked past me again, looking me in the eyes as she did so. We were now exactly the same height. She stepped back to the counter and continued mixing the salad dressing as though nothing had happened. I watched her pick up a tablespoon and begin to pour some vinegar into it, before closely inspecting the spoon, shaking her head, putting it down and picking up a teaspoon instead. She turned her head to look back at me, and, unsurprised that I was staring, kissed the air. She rose a few centimetres higher, there in front of me, and turned around to continue preparing the food.

I looked at the clock. We had at least two hours before Marie-Eve came by. I grinned and looked back at my girlfriend and imagined her arms thickening, her head climbing, her belly bulging out even more. She stopped working and turned around.

?David, what are you- oh!? She stopped as I dropped my hand down into my pants and began to stroke myself. Her head shot up at least fifteen centimetres all in one shot, and she gasped. She put her hand on her chest and lowered herself until she was sitting on the linoleum tile. She protested laughingly. ?What are you doing?? With her back to the cupboards, her feet pushed out toward me.

?Hey, you wanted to play, didn?t you?? I pointed out. She reached forward to grab me, but I backed up out of her reach and continued to stroke myself.

?David?? she warned. ?We need to finish dinner.?

?We have plenty of time. Besides, I?m awfully distracted.?

?Well, I guess I just need to clear your mind a bit, don?t I?? Veronica leaned forward and began to crawl towards me on her hands and knees. Already, the top of her head came up to my chest. I turned and ran into the hallway, past the two doors to the living room, up to the bedroom, then turned and waited for her. Too tall to stand comfortably, she followed me on her hands and knees down the hallway. I closed my eyes and thought about the weight of her, smothering me while I lay on the bed, and feeling her belly rolls ripple over me as we pressed against each other. I heard her cry out in surprise and then a rubbing noise. I opened my eyes to see her eyes and mouth wide open in shock. She turned around to try and get a better look, but the hallway was far too constricting for her now. She had expanded so much that her hips were now pressing against the walls on either side of her.

?David? I?m stuck!?

I grinned and walked into the living room.

?Hey! Where are you going??

Veronica had a living room with two doorways, one at either side of the room, both leading to the same hallway. Veronica had gotten stuck directly between the two of them. I walked out the other door and saw her gigantic ass sticking way up in the air, in front of me. I began to rub my hands over it; it was at just the perfect height. I could see how much it was being squeezed between the walls, and how she was getting slightly more constricted by the second. I knew I would have to hurry.

With one hand, I reached underneath her and began to rub her sex gently. She cooed in pleasure. With my other hand, I undid my pants and freed my penis. ?Are you ready?? I asked.

?Yes! Just hurry before I damage the walls!? She responded.

I parted her thighs and opened her labia gently with my hands, then proceeded to enter her from behind. Although I was, of course, comparatively much smaller than I normally was, our excitement made up for the lack of tightness. She came quickly, and I followed soon after. I stayed and rubbed her behind as she shrank slowly in the hallway. Once she could stand and turn around, she faced me, bent down slightly and kissed me on the lips. ?Now, can we finish preparing dinner please??