[Blackwatch]

Greetings to you all. I have finally finished up the latest part after a rather serious bout with midterms. I'm glad to hear that you are all enjoying the story thus far. This next part I hope proves interesting but as always, feedback of any variety is encouraged and welcome. I might have deviated from expectations a bit but I hope that these changes enhance the story rather than detracting from it.

Part 4

“Your clothes are all torn up,” I said. After all that had happened, I was surprised I had the wits left for this statement. My girlfriend had jumped up over half a foot in height, two bra sizes, and several shoe sizes. Her hair had lengthened dramatically, her skirt barely fit, and her blouse didn’t fit anymore. As she staggered up to her feet, I could see Ailsa’s pert and round breasts bounce slightly with every step and breath, and her small nipples stood fully erect. This was one dose. The second was due to start in an hour.

“Do you want me to get you something to wear?” I asked.

“No need, I have a few items stashed away in a drawer here. After all, I knew I would be getting this much bigger, though what I have will probably be tight across the chest,” she answered.

“Is there anything I can do while you change?” I asked.

“Ah, clever one! Just tidy up the original whiteboard will you? I haven’t got room on the other and I think I can whip up a calculation quickly enough,” she responded, opening a drawer.

It didn’t take me long to wipe away her preliminary work. When I had finished, I watched Ailsa dress. Already, she had put on a new pair of panties and bra, both black, though the bra already looked a little strained. She obviously had not counted on the extreme growth in her chest. Her new outfit included a shorter denim skirt that ended a few inches above her knee though it contained her shapelier legs much better. She also had put on a pair of blue leggings, a black t-shirt featuring pi written out in the digits of pi, and a pair of new tennis shoes. Her shoes seemed a bit larger than necessary, which was probably a good thing, but the shirt was already looking a little short on her. It covered everything, but probably not for long.

“You look astounding,” was my automatic response.

“Well, let’s keep it that way. Hopefully I don’t graduate to ‘terrifying’,” she replied.

I went back to watching her furiously scribble out another length of mathematical formula on the whiteboard, occasionally shoving her longer hair away from her face. After a few minutes, she stopped to take in the board, made a single extra squiggle, and then turned around. “I’ve got it,” she said.

“Great! Now we begin making it right? What do you need?” I asked.

“I’ll tell you as I go, just make sure to ask me if you aren’t sure what I’m looking for,” she instructed. “Oh, and thanks Glenn, for everything,” she continued.

We spent quite a bit of time gathering various chemicals, containers, and devices. After looking it over, I made sure to set a timer to 4:25 so that she wasn’t holding glassware in the middle of a transformation. Mixing wasn’t too problematic, but it was a slow process. We had to make sure that all of the various chemicals were measured correctly. I frankly didn’t want to know what would happen if we screwed up at this point. At the very least, putting things into other things was something I could do.

I was getting toward the end of mixing the cure when my phone alarm started to blare. “Damn it, we’re so close. Listen, just keep doing what I tell you so we can try to get this thing in the centrifuge,” she commanded. I frantically kept up with her instructions, trying to stay accurate. As I let the final ingredient slide into the beaker we had, I felt a shudder along the table.

“Four…thirty…” Ailsa mumbled.

She had leaned forward in order to brace for the initial shock. This time she seemed to be able to stay on her feet, probably because of the new shoes. Despite that, her quick gasps rocked through her whole body as it continued to climb upward. Her new skirt rose up her legs much faster than before, racing toward mid-thigh level as holes already began to tear in her leggings around the knees. Even leaning, I could notice her torso extend similarly as her shirt began to slither up her waist. Cream colored skin was once again visible as her midriff was exposed to the belly button and her sleeves were now completely tight around her toned arms. Her hair continued to curl wildly and though it didn’t go down much further along her back, it became thick and full. She reached for me to stabilize as her breathing returned to normal and I could feel an incredible amount of warmth from her touch. More importantly, as I reached forward to help support her, I noticed she had to be about the same size I was.

“Six feet, fashion model size, next stop, WNBA,” she said. There was something about her eyes though that I couldn’t quite place. They looked…hungry.

“So... what do we need to do next?" I asked, trying not to read to much into her expression.

"Oh, right, well, we need to get this cure in the centrifuge. It... It will take some time to finish," she explained.

"How much?"

"Well, that would be in the neighborhood of an... hour..."

"Is there anything else we can do?" I asked, feeling useless.

"Not really, all of my tests rely upon having a sample to, well, test," she explained. She was becoming oddly clinical. I had to wonder if maybe some part of her was beginning to enjoy this.

"Alright," was all I could think of as I settled back down on the reliable loveseat. I watched Ailsa stick a test tube of our "cure" into the centrifuge and then trot over to sit down next to me, much to my surprise.

"No calculations or anything?" I asked.

"Eager to be rid of me then?" she responded.

"You know I don't mean it like that," I replied, wrapping my arm around her gentle, though much higher, shoulder. I couldn't help but notice all of the subtle, and not so subtle, ways in which she had changed. She looked like every man's dream and yet, she was still my dream at the same time.

"You never would, would you?" she inquired as she leaned over to kiss me. "That's why I want to reward you," Ailsa continued.

I was left to contemplate what she meant by that for a while as the centrifuge continued to spin. Mostly, we just sat there and held each other. There didn't seem like much to say and conversations about books, TV shows, and class all seemed highly irrelevant at this juncture. All I could focus on was what she meant by reward. It seemed pleasant but ominous too.

"How are we going to harness the electrical systems?" I asked, trying to get my mind off of it.

"I know of several, most of which are dangerous, but I can rig up a harness for the cure. It wouldn't take long, I just need to know how much energy to apply," she explained. "But we don't have time for that now," she continued, turning to look at me.

Her warm touch already began to permeate through my clothes as she said "It's time for the first part of your reward."

I shuffled to get up as her breathing came in gasps but she shoved me back onto the couch and crawled over me. "I want you to feel it, like I do," she exclaimed between breaths. Her hand grabbed mine as she pushed it forward to cup her quivering chest. As I began to feel the soft flesh she cried "My breasts are swelling with every gasp!" Her bosom grew heavier and I could feel my fingers being pushed apart with each spurt. The tension in her bra was palpable as her chest heaved forward, quickly expanding. Her strained shirt now contained breasts pushing DD size. I could see holes forming down the top of her shirt and heading toward her now ample cleavage. I reached my other hand to her stomach as her shirt crawled further up her midriff. Soft ripping sounds heralded the development of several new holes in the fabric. It stopped just at the bottom of her bountiful breasts.

She then wrenched my hand from her stomach and pulled it toward her firming ass. I could feel it shake and shudder as it became fuller and rounder with every passing breath which had become more labored and punctuated by occasional moans. I glanced down at her legs as tears continued to shred up her leggings, revealing evermore toned muscle and pale flesh. Her skirt rose dramatically. going from miniskirt size to barely covering more than gym shorts. "My hair is inching its way down my back!" she screamed as her red locks continued to lengthen. They stretched onward to the small of her back, touching skin as strands spilled over the sides. Several locks fell onto me as I lay watching my girlfriends continued transformation. Though I couldn't see them clearly, I could hear creaking sounds coming from the direction of her feet and if I strained to listen, perhaps even a few separating seams here and there.

She leaned down to kiss me as her growth leveled off. Her lips lingered on mine as I could feel the heat from her breath enter my mouth. Arousal wasn't the least of it and I could tell she wanted more too. "We might as well take advantage of the situation, right?" she asked, winking. She seemed to almost gleam from a layer of perspiration. "The next part of your reward is to come."

End of Part 4