[make_her_grow]

Ok, here's the next part. I can say with 90% confidence the growth will happen in the next part at last, meaning this is most likely the last part of "set up". With that said, as usual all comments OUTSIDE OF FLAMING are welcome.

"Day 5 - Friday"

To say that the last few days had been chaotic for Kirsten was an understatement. To make matters worse she had no idea what to make of it. For starters, she slept. A lot. Lately she’s found herself sleeping thirteen, sometimes fourteen hours a day.

Then, when she was awake, she had hunger and craving issues. And no matter how hard she resisted, she had to succumb. Weather it was cooking every bit of meet in her apartment at once or stripping her cupboards dry of cereal and breads.

After which was the headaches. She had no idea what started them, but after every time after she finished eating her head felt like it was going to split open. This prompted her body to feel drained. Then she passes out, then rinse and repeat the cycle.

Her friends were naturally worried. Greg had to have told everyone by now of what happened to them at camp, and those he didn’t tell probably found out while watching the news. During the short time frames she was awake Kirsten checked her voice mail and land line answering machine. There were multiple messages from the local newspaper and TV station requesting interviews. She ignored them.

Feeling frustrated at her bodies unexpected changes, she belt it best she isolate herself for a while. She didn’t want to snap at anyone or worse, hurt her friends. In fact, the only one she was working up the courage to speak to was Greg.

For some reason her dreams kept getting worse, and more vivid. Each time it ended with her ending up a giant B-style movie monster: stories tall, with claws and fangs, and sometimes either wings, horns, or gills. It terrified her. And what scared her more was the fact that she seemed to get so hot and turned on when she was raping Greg in her dreams.

Why? Was the question that continuously popped into her head. This kind of attraction was NEVER in our picture. She told herself. Why am I so attracted to him now?

Sure, there was the attack. She was sure they felt “something” after, but she just assumed it was gratitude and relief of surviving the ordeal and would wear off. Instead what ever “it” was, it was growing deeper in her. She wanted to call and talk to him, maybe even go over to his apartment face-to-face, but every time she was going to the very thought made her VERY hot and horny.

But she had to do something. Her feelings were NOT going away and neither was her physical condition.

As she sat on her couch, watching TV and eating what chocolate she could find, it hit her like a ton of bricks. That goop! She froze in mid bite of a chocolate bar. It has to be doing this to me! But no, stuff like that only happens in movies. She reasoned that in real life, toxic stuff has to make you sick or kill you. Since she wasn’t dying, she brushed that thought aside. Get a hold of yourself, girl, get a hold of yourself. She continued eating as her body demanded it. Just go over to Greg’s and talk to him. This isn’t caused y some magical use that causes people to fall in love. Just go and figure it out together…

Together. The very thought got her pussy wet and caused her heartbeat to jump up.
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Thank god it’s Friday. Greg thought in relief. Every week on Friday, he got together with a group of friends to play D & D, which is short for Dungeons and Dragons. It was half past seven o’clock. The group always got together at Chris’s house at 8 to play. Since the camping was off, the Dungeon Master, Matt, said he was still more than welcome to join in.

Greg had just opened his door and was about to leave when he saw Kirsten standing there, looking like she was about to knock. They stood there frozen for a moment. Greg saw she was in a pair of tight jean shorts and particularly tight red tank top to match her hair.

The hungry look in her eyes made him nervous. He decided to break the ice first.

“Um, hi. Come in.”

She smiled gratefully and walked in. He sighed and whipped out his phone to tell Matt his part of the evening had just been cancelled.

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With his back to her he didn’t notice that she closed the door behind her and locked it. She wanted no interference. God please forgive me for this. She pleaded. I need to find out if there is an attraction or if it’s…that stuff I swam in. She looked him over while he was texting. Yes, 275 pounds seemed like a lot to most women, but besides a large belly, he was proportionate. She could live with that.

She watched him finish texting and look up at her. “What’s up?” He asked.

“Well, actually…” With that, she pounced!

She threw herself bodily at him. He yelped and backed up in shock. “What-”

Even though she was taller, she had no problem jumping into his arms. As he held her awkwardly, she grabbed his face and made out with him like there was no tomorrow. Thankfully, he eased into it. As she hung in his harms she wrapped her long legs around his waist and grinded her pussy against him to get him horny. Finally, he tumbled to the ground with her on top.

As they kissed, he tried to put her on bottom but she pushed him back with full force. “No.” She said simply. “I’m so sorry about this, but I need to find out.”

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Holy hell, what was that about? Greg thought, astonished. He had NEVER seen her act like this before. The following morning found them both in his bed. She was lying on top of him, her hand gently stroking his face as they looked into each other’s eyes. He hadn’t felt so good in all of his life. But the “why” it happened disturbed him.

As he looked into her face he could tell she was thinking in similar fashion. Guilt was written all over her. They just lay there, both lost in thought until she finally spoke.

“I’m so sorry.” She said.

“Why?” Greg asked. “Did I under perform or something?”

She laughed. “No. You were great. Better than I could ever hope or expect. I’m sorry for forcing this on you.”

He looked puzzled. Then it hit him. She thinks she RAPED me. He grinned to lighten the mood. “Honey, you didn’t force this on me. Truth be told, you being with me was always a fantasy of mine.”

She looked taken aback. “Really? Me, why?”

“Think about it.” He replied. “Think about all of the time we spend together.” He shrugged. “I guess it was only a matter of time. Especially after that one week at your nineteenth birthday.

She nodded. “I remember…” she trailed off and nodded. One week after her nineteenth birthday, they decided it was time to experiment sexually. With her being nineteen and him 20 at the time, they didn’t have to worry about anyone getting into trouble. And she had been separate from her previous boyfriend, Jon, for a year before that. So they tried out the oral stuff. Making out, hand jobs, eating out. All of this was pretty well new for him but not for her. But even she was new to actual fucking. One thing lead to another and that night, they lost their virginity with each other.

“One of the best nights of my life.” Greg said.

She smiled again then her face fell. “Still doesn’t give me the right to do what I did. The dreams, the urges, I just had to find out.”

He looked confused. “Find out what?”

She sighed. “My dreams.”

Then she told him. Everything. From her bodily changes to her cravings to her dreams. At times she wasn’t sure if he was frightened as she was, but he kept his composer and listened. After she finished, his eyebrows raised in interest.

“Wow. Some week you’ve had then.” He laughed. “No wonder you didn’t talk to anyone. Although, after last night, I wish you would’ve come over sooner.”

He slapped him in the head playfully. “Pig.” She smiled. Then they both burst out laughing. They had no idea why, it was a lame joke. But it felt good. Almost as good as their respective orgasms the previous night. It was like weight was being lifted of their chests.

“Well,” he said, finally calming down. “You’re not a fifty foot monster, how does it feel?”

She smiled in relief and continued stroking his face. “Fifty? I was more like five hundred!” His eyes widened and she grinned. “But honestly, I feel great. I was dreading what ever, this was” she gestured up and down their bodies. “that that oozy stuff caused it.”

“Nope, I think this is pure us, through and through.” He said. “What do we do about, well, us?”

She shook her head. “I’m not sure. Give me a few days to think about this.” She got up and started putting some clothes on. “After you make me breakfast, I’ve got some work to do. So do you. She nodded at the many wet spots on his bed from all of his and her orgasms.

They laughed again. And it felt great.