Golden Sequence (Story)

[Blackwatch]

I would like to begin by saying that I've been coming here for years and felt that perhaps I should contribute something in thanks for all of the content I've had access to. I am not a particularly talented writer but I figured I would try to share this one story anyway. If you like it, great, I'm glad I could be of service. If not, feel free to tell me why in the thread (though I'm sure people are more than willing to oblige on that front). I am aware that I'm no great writer and any help is appreciated.

I will be posting the story in parts as I complete them. Part one (below) doesn't have any process but part two (which I will post immediately after) has some. There will be more as the story continues but I may not be able to complete chapters on any sort of timeline. If you are enjoying the story, please be patient, I'll get back to it when I can. I will be able to post word files if a block of text is a bad call. If for some reason the demand is there, I'll post them when I can. Without further ado, here is Golden Sequence...

Part 1

"You want me to what?!" I asked.

"Be my lab assistant for the day Glenn. I really need you for this," she replied with a light Scottish accent. I took in my surroundings once again as a number of beakers, test tubes, centrifuges, and miscellaneous other bits of lab equipment I couldn't name seemed to stare back at me. All this was crammed into a brightly lit, well-kept, and relatively compact laboratory space around me. In the center of it all was Ailsa Blair, the woman of my dreams, and M.I.T's smartest Masters student. If intelligence were measured by brain mass, she'd be a proverbial humpback whale to my relatively large rhinoceros. The fact that she found that line romantic just proved it had to be love. That or she was completely mad.

"I'm not sure if you do. I'm an English teacher sweetie. What good can I do in a lab?" I asked.

"It's nothing complicated, just an injection. I just can't do it by myself and I don't think my professors would... approve..." she said.

"Why not?"

"Well, they want to test my invention on a volunteer but I thought it might be dangerous, and, well, I don't want to give to someone else something I wouldn't take myself. I'm not going to make some poor bloke do it," she explained.

"Ok, let me connect the dots here. You, Ailsa, my girlfriend, want me, Glenn, the English teacher, to inject you with a dangerous chemical. Ok. Sure. Why not?!" I ranted.

"Look, I said it 'might' be dangerous. It just has a radioactive element but it didn't cause any problems in animal subjects," she said.

"Oh, well, good then. What does it do exactly?"

"It's a growth serum..."

"Seriously?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. I designed it to help make animals and plants larger so that, if we can produce it at a low enough cost, it could help solve food shortages around the world. But if it's not safe in a human then we can't really use it for anything," she replied.

"And you'll just stick yourself with it then?" I asked.

"I... yeah, that is the long and short of it. It's a slow release formula based off of the Fibonacci sequence. Are you familiar with that?" she inquired.

"Yeah, the number gets bigger because you keep adding the previous two digits together right? They mentioned it in 'Pi'," I explained.

"Right, so the batch I whipped up will make me taller, but since I'm already so short, it won't be that drastic," she said. Glancing her over, she was rather small. Ailsa measured just at the 5' mark and was very slender. She had this gorgeously rich, shoulder length, red hair that most writers would describe as 'spun copper' which apparently does happen in reality from time to time. Sea blue eyes peered out from behind her wire frame glasses and her cream colored skin had a light dusting of freckles. Her breasts just broke the A cup measurement, but I didn't care at all. She was simply beautiful. Her attire consisted of a traditional lab coat, a deep blue, button-up, short sleeved blouse, a black skirt that went down to slightly past her knee, and a pair of sensible, one inch, black heels.

"So you're still afraid of needles then?" I asked gingerly. She simply nodded as she collected a few pills, what looked like a pencil case, some disinfectant, and a black marker. She then took these over to a loveseat tucked away in the corner of the lab, took off her lab coat, and sat down. "I've constructed this formula to translate the numbers more or less into inches so we can chart progress or any lack thereof. Assuming all goes according to plan; I'll end up at 5'7" after going through the first five numbers of the sequence. Hopefully the gradual change will prevent my body from overloading," she said while opening the pencil case, which revealed two syringes.

"It was kind of them to let you make some formula, especially with that radioactive stuff. It can't be cheap," I said.

"Yeah, about that... I sort of, nicked it," she replied.

"You WHAT?!"

"You know, pinched, uh, stole?"

"I know what it means!"

"Look, don't worry about that, ok?" she pleaded while reaching in a nearby drawer for an armband. She tightened it around her left arm and left two small dots above the band with her marker. "The trick here is to make sure you get the serum directly into my blood stream. That way the growth is even. I designed a failsafe to ensure the particles more or less 'deactivate' if they don't start in the blood stream to avoid unfortunate... complications," she explained.

"Right, so is that why you marked two places?" I asked.

"Exactly, if you think you missed, then I have a backup syringe that has the exact same formula. If you aren't sure, and this is important, do not use the other syringe. If I get two doses going, then I'll end up... much larger than anticipated," she said.

"How much larger?"

"Approximately, say, another 7 feet or so."

"Well, surely you have a cure or something, don't you?"

"Not as such."

"What's the worst that could happen then?" I asked, trying my best not to hyperventilate.

"Well, the worst would be that the nuclear energy releases all at once and I sort of melt into a fine puddle, but I think we worked that out," she replied with only a hint of sarcasm. "Anyway, I'll take my pills here, which should be enough for five minutes of unconsciousness. The rest is up to you," she stated, shoving the pills into her mouth.

"I must really love you to let you do this, but since when could I say no to you?" I asked myself more than anything.

"Since never," she replied, slowly closing her eyes into a gentle sleep. I reached over into the case, pulled out a syringe, removed the cap, and started trying to line up the needle with her mark.

"Here goes everything," I muttered. I pressed the plunger for about 5 seconds out to a line she had marked and removed the needle at what felt like a year later. Afterward, I stepped back and watched as she continued to breathe peacefully on the loveseat. A minute passed by, and then another when I started to worry. Nothing was happening. Something should be happening.

Fearing that I somehow screwed up, I grabbed the other syringe, removed the cap in one fluid motion, and set it up to the other dot. After mumbling a quick prayer, I pierced her arm again and pressed the plunger.

End of Part 1

[Blackwatch]

Part 2

Ailsa awoke about a minute later with a slight jolt. After shaking her head, she slowly sat up and managed a small smile. “Well, I’ve not melted,” she whispered groggily.

“No, but I don’t think the serum worked. You don’t look any different,” I replied.

“Oh, that’s normal. The first number of the sequence is zero after all. It’ll take an hour for anything to start happening,” she explained, her voice slowly gaining volume.

“It is. I definitely knew that,” I said, probably looking as distraught as I felt.

“What did you…? Damn,” she said, while opening up my poorly wrapped gauze around her arm. “Ok, well, ok,” she began.

“How is it OK?! You told me specifically NOT to do this!” I yelled.

“Well, both of your marks appear accurate, but we won’t know if I got any in my system for about an hour yet, right? Let’s not jump to conclusions,” she said, trembling slightly.

“Yeah, but what are we going to do if you did? I mean…”

“We’ll see when we get there. Look, let’s just try to unwind a bit, see if we can’t just sit here and calm down. We can start working in an hour, once we know what we’re dealing with,” she interrupted.

Trying to make the best of the situation, I sat down on the loveseat with her and held her. We just tried to chat for a while, talking about normal things. I only vaguely recall having a conversation to be honest. Most of it was spent glancing at clocks or just being near each other while Ailsa’s fate was working its way through her system, or not.

“I think it got warmer in here,” she said after some time, leaning a bit closer to me. Almost on cue, I could hear slight popping sounds coming from my girlfriend as her body warmed up by several degrees. I looked over saw her hair begin to lengthen, growing past her shoulder by an inch or two. The bottoms of her knees were now visible as her skirt seemed to shrink slightly and her blouse began to tighten overall, giving a slightly more detailed outline of her figure. She then began to cool down as the growth stopped.

“Let’s just get a tape measure to make sure,” she said, breathing heavily as she staggered up. I helped her move against the wall and made a small dot with the marker at the top of her head. After measuring, I said “Yeah, 5’1” after compensating for your shoes.”

“An hour on the dot,” she replied, checking a clock. “We know what we’re dealing with. Now I’ll just have to try to mix up a cure of some kind,” she continued.

“I’m really sorry; it’s all my fault,”

“Technically correct, but I should have made sure you knew nothing was to happen straight away. Anyway, I have my work cut out for me, we can sort out the rest later” she said, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“I could get you some coffee,” I offered.

“Tea, and make sure it’s the strong stuff, none of that latte swill,” she answered.

I managed to come back before too long and saw her seemingly writing a math textbook from scratch on the white board. I tried my best to pass the time, but there was little I could do in this situation. I decided that if she needed something, I would get it. Beyond that, I spent most of the time staring at my phone, trying not to pay too much attention to the clock’s steady march toward 1:30 and the next growth spurt.

My thoughts were interrupted when Ailsa slammed her marker on the floor. “Honey, what’s wrong?” I asked tenderly.

“I bloody well need more bloody uranium, that’s what’s wrong!” she replied. “You don’t happen to have a crate lying about do you?! I could really use some if you do!” she continued.

“Couldn’t we just take some more?” I asked.

“There damn well isn’t any bloody more! I used the last bit to… Whoa,” she said staggering. I glanced at the time. 1:30.

Her arms shot out to brace themselves on a workbench behind her as I saw her hair beginning to creep further down her back. Her breathing quickened as her skirt began to rise slightly again, revealing more of her knees. The most dramatic change came from her chest. Twice she breathed deeply, pushing her breasts outward, and twice they remained at the same position as she exhaled. They must have grown to full B cups by this point and as she turned around, I could see the buttons on her blouse begin to strain, showing hints of her quivering bosom through small gaps in the front. The outline of her bra was readily apparent against the tightened fabric. Her hair settled at the top of her shoulder blades and her growth seemed to stop once again. I rushed forward to support her, feeling her skin cool as her breathing began to slow.

“Are you alright?!” I asked urgently, half dragging her to the loveseat.

“My shoes are starting to pinch, but other than that, I’m lovely, thanks,” she replied in a slightly deeper voice than I was used to.

“Your, um, that is, your…” I began.

“Yeah, that’s a tricky bit. Occasionally the serum had the side effect of enhancing a recipient’s…sexual characteristics,” she explained as she sat down.

“Look, you need help. I can’t just sit here and watch this happen,” I said.

“You can help. No one else knows how this bloody thing works but me, but you can help me think outside the box,” she said. “I need a cure, and uranium isn’t the key. We have two hours before this starts getting mental. Please, the others will want to study me, and I don’t want that. You have to help,” she pleaded.

“Ok, I’m yours, as always,” I said sighing. “What do we do next?”

End of Part 2

[Clickme]

Hooray for spurts! ^_^ It's good so far. I can't wait to read more ^_^

[Mr GorpThorp]

This is fantastic so far

[BoyElroy]

Wow! Awesome so far.

[Twilight Wolf]

Among the best I've read in a while, please do continue!

[Blackwatch]

Right, I'm glad to see my story has been received well so far. Thank you for the encouragement I aim to please and I hope the next part doesn't disappoint. As always, any and all feedback, positive and negative, are welcome and encouraged.

Part 3

"Definitely 5'2" now," I said, reeling in the measuring tape. ?You said this was going to start going faster??

"That's how the sequence goes, yeah. I think we still have an hour between episodes, but this is where the real fun begins," Ailsa explained.

"Because it's been so boring up until now," I replied.

"Someone thinks he's Mr. Clever Dick apparently," she said, giggling slightly. I couldn't help but notice how much her breasts seemed to jiggle with her. "Anyway, there are a few things you can do for me," she began.

I spent the next part of the afternoon scrounging for various items. Amongst them were more whiteboard markers, snacks, and another whiteboard. Ailsa informed me that she thought best if she was pursuing multiple paths simultaneously so another board was necessary. Stealing such a thing proved to be a much greater challenge than I anticipated. I'm not exactly the stealthy type and the closest I ever got to flair was when my car broke down. Still, after a few well-placed door kicks and an impromptu use of my car keys as a screwdriver, I managed to get a hold of a fairly sizable one.

I knocked on the door and swept inside after my girlfriend opened it. The original whiteboard was now completely covered in more letters and number than had any right being on it. "What took you so long?! We don't have much time!" she cried. We scrambled to get the new board up on the opposite wall as I noticed we only had five minutes until 2:30. "I'm sorry, it took me some time to find one that no one was currently using," I explained, frantically trying to force the screws back into the wall. Just as I finished, I heard single low moan coming from Ailsa and turned around just in time to see the clock strike the end of another hour.

Her breathing hastened as I noticed her growth start in her feet. The heels she had been wearing seemed filled to capacity as her toes started to lengthen. I could hear small snaps and tears as the leather began to separate from the sole. This effort seemed concentrated around her toes as each big toe burst fully through the front of the shoes accompanied by a loud tearing sound.

Her skirt continued to ascend as Ailsa's legs slowly lengthened, in this case revealing the bottom of her thighs. Holes began to open along the seams in the skirt as her skinny legs started to fill out and her hips widened by a small margin. Her blouse crawled up her skin, exposing a sliver of alabaster midriff. There was a loud pop, followed immediately by another as the top two buttons on the blouse finally succumbed to the pressure of her expanding chest and longer torso. Her cleavage was just visible at the top, accented with the same freckles that lightly dotted her face. Copper hair streamed down several more inches to caress the top of her breasts and mid-shoulder blades. The sleeves of her blouse were half torn as a number of small holes started to form down the sides and back of the garment.

She tried to take a step toward the couch but her mangled shoes made this feat difficult and instead she tripped, landing on her back. I ran forward as quickly as I could to lift her back on her feet as her breathing slowed once again. She felt warmer than the previous two spurts and heavier than I was used to, though I certainly wasn't going to mention it. I decided to carry her over and after setting her down on the cushions, I sat down next to her.

"That one was a doozy," I said. Nothing else felt appropriate.

"2:30. One hell of a time," she replied, panting slightly.

"It doesn't hurt, does it?"

"A little, but, it also feels like an intense workout. Pain and gain to modify the cliche," she replied.

"Are you any closer to finding a cure?" I inquired.

"I hope so. After the next hour I'll have to really gun it or I may end up too big for the lab. Any 'counter-serum' I make will take time, so I need to finish the calculations fast," she explained.

We measured her quickly to confirm she was indeed 5'4" tall. The spurts were only going to keep increasing in intensity and the next one was the supposed end of the first dose of serum. There was still a part of me that hoped that one of the doses I "administered" was given incorrectly. 5'7" meant a taller Ailsa, but I felt I would be fine with that. I had to admit, she was becoming even more gorgeous than I could imagine. It was the "beyond" bit that worried me. We were looking at one hell of a custom clothing order if we couldn't fix this.

I looked at the other whiteboard as scrawls of complex mathematics danced across the surface and then got erased to make way for new dancers. Colors stacked upon themselves as my girlfriend made use of all the markers I had managed to procure. It was difficult to concentrate on much as I watched her longer hair sway with every movement. She had to walk with a great deal of care to prevent her shoes from tripping her up again.

"That's a weird looking 'e' isn't it?" I asked, snapping out of my reverie for a moment.

"It would be funny looking for an 'e' if it was one. That's the Grecian sigma character. 'E' is used more often for..." she paused.

"What is it?"

"I... I was looking at this all wrong. I thought that I would have to somehow cancel the energy in the serum, neutralizing the effects. Something like accelerating the nuclear decay. However, the best way to cancel it would be to apply an equal amount of energy in the other direction," she explained.

"Great! Good thinking sweetie! How do we do that?"

"Well, I could always hook something up to the local power grid to sort of 'jump-start' a type of inverse serum. It would be damned tough to measure but maybe I could *GASP*," she began.

"Shite," I could hear her whisper.

Another hour had passed as the serum began to work its energy on Ailsa once again. Her trembling and panting form managed to crawl up onto the lab table as the changes began. I noticed why this choice was made almost immediately as her shoes, already damaged by the last spurt, were being put through pressure the cheap stitching was never designed to take. The holes created by her big toes expanded as the rest of her feet's digits followed suit. Her widening feet tore more and more through the seams as a loud ripping sound echoed through the lab. An errant kick threw off what remained of the shredded footwear which landed on the floor with a resounding clunk.

She then managed to turn around, trying her best to remain on her hands and knees as her body resumed its slow stretch. Her hair streamed out faster than before as it began to curl here and there, slowly gaining in body. Her breasts shook with incredible force as they fought a winning battle against Ailsa's tearing blouse and hopelessly outmatched bra. Her breathing heralded a change in breast size once, twice, and then thrice, causing three buttons to pop off her blouse, revealing her expanding flesh. At the end of her third breath, her bra snapped at the clasp and began dangling out of the recently opened gap in her top, completely exposing her now C cup bosom. The remains of her blouse climbed slightly higher, exposing her thin stomach and showing her navel. The sleeves were mostly torn through by this point and several of the holes along her back had significantly increased in size.

Her legs began to extend as well, slowly raising her prone form. The skirt inched its way further up her thighs, which had continued to gain in tone and shape. The holes started with the last spurt widened into slits, showing off more of her legs and enabling some degree of freedom of movement. These slits extended all the way up to her waist where I could see her panties had begun to fray in a few places. Her hips grew slightly wider than before, giving her a definite hourglass figure and I could see her ass swell outward by more than a few fractions, taking a page from her newly toned legs. Her hair stopped at the middle of her back as she collapsed forward, pressing her breasts onto the lab surface in front of her. Her breathing returned to normal once again but I didn't have to touch her to feel the heat radiating out from her body.

"We...have...to go...faster," she managed to utter in a deeper tone than before.

End of Part 3

[Expander]

Great story so far, very good job, kudos!

[Grbldena]

This is absolutely fantastic! Please... do continue.

[Mr Wayne]

I like, I like. Ailsa starts out small and by the end of Chapter 3 is still wearing some clothes to slowly bust out of. Process-clothes destruction like this is always a plus in my book. I'll be keeping an eye on the chapters to come.

[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

[tsokei]

That last chapter was really hot. Really enjoying the balance of detail, character depth, and growth.